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  All the President’s Men 1: Derek’s Darling Damsel

  Derek Moore was a six-foot-eight-inch agent with the Secret Service, and part owner of the kink club The Mix. Dorothy Chapman (Dottie) was a reporter for a major Washington D. C. paper who covered the White House. They saw each other all the time at various White House functions. Dottie didn’t think Derek even noticed her, but she noticed him, getting tingly every time she saw him. When she is attacked inside a hotel suite he is standing outside guarding, their relationship starts. She spends the weekend with him and he slowly starts introducing her to his lifestyle, BDSM. When Derek finds out that Dottie is in more trouble than she knows, he volunteers to be with her twenty-four seven. While at work one day Dottie is kidnapped. Can Derek save her in time or will she be flown out of the country never to be seen again? Will these two have their happily ever after?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 34,708 words

  ALL THE PRESIDENT’S MEN 1: DEREK’S DARLING DAMSEL

  Rose Nickol

  EROTIC ROMANCE

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  ALL THE PRESIDENT’S MEN 1: DEREK’S DARLING DAMSEL

  Copyright © 2014 by Rose Nickol

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  About the Author

  ALL THE PRESIDENT’S MEN 1: DEREK’S DARLING DAMSEL

  ROSE NICKOL

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  Derek Moore started The Mix, a BDSM club in Quantico, Virginia, with three other former Secret Service agents, Tyler Thomas, Link Davis, and Trent Clark, three years ago. The club was very popular. The group started it because they were all thinking of retiring within the next five years and wanted something to fall back on.

  Working for the Secret Service, they all were on the same team and great buddies. The club was something they had talked about for years and was now a reality. It was the only one in the area and people came from miles around. Membership was limited and there were very strict rules that were followed. They were all close to retiring and the club seemed like the perfect thing to do next.

  The assignments Derek received as a Secret Service agent were usually boring, and tonight had proven to be no exception until the arrival of Ms. Dorothy Chapman.

  Derek Moore was forty-two years of age and ready to find someone to settle down with. None of the women he had been with were interested in a long-term relationship, preferring to play at the club and an occasional date, but nothing more. Not that it bothered him, he hadn’t found anyone he really wanted to spend his life with.

  At six feet eight inches and almost three hundred pounds, he was very intimidating. He often scared women off. They didn’t know what a teddy bear he could be. Except when he was in the club. He was very strict and used his intimidating size to his advantage with submissives and other dominants. He always got his way.

  Tonight he was assigned to protect General Fredrico Alves. The General was very formal and had sent him into the hall almost two hours ago when the reporter from The Washington Journal, Dorothy (or Dottie as she liked to be called) Chapman had arrived. Since then no one had gone in or out of the room and it was very quiet. Almost too quiet.

  Derek had seen Dottie at several functions and had spoken with her several times. She was the type of woman he could go for. She was tall, five feet ten inches at least, and had curves in all the right places. What his grandmother used to call “rubenesque.” Her full, lush breasts were made to fit in his huge hands. He had dreamed of sitting her on top of him and holding her plentiful hips while sucking her nipples. But other than politeness, she had never given him the time of day.

  He remembered the look on her face as he gave her the standard pat down before allowing her into the General’s suite, it was a combination of disgust and lust. If he read her signals correctly, given the right circumstances, she wouldn’t mind helping him make his dream come true.

  He had another two hours before his relief arrived and he was more than ready. Maybe he could persuade little miss Dottie to join him for a drink in the hotel bar after his shift. That would be the perfect end to the night.

  Imagining what else would make the night perfect, he thought he heard a muffled scream come from the General’s s
uite. What the hell?

  Pulling his gun, he called for backup and used his key to open the door. Looking around, he saw nothing out of place in the living room, and he didn’t see the General or Dottie either.

  Taking a risk, he called out, “General Alves, is everything okay?”

  The General came out of the bedroom of the suite, wrapping a robe around what appeared to be his naked body.

  “Mr. Moore, Ms. Chapman and I are—how do you say—otherwise occupied. Is there something I can help you with?”

  “General, I thought I heard screams, is everything okay?”

  “Yes, Mr. Moore. Ms. Chapman is a very passionate woman, if you know what I mean.”

  “I’d like to talk to Ms. Chapman, myself, if you don’t mind, General.” Derek couldn’t believe that Dottie would go willingly with this scum. As foreign ministers went, General Alves was bottom of the barrel. Short, fat, and ugly, Derek towered over the obnoxious little man.

  “I don’t think that is necessary, Mr. Moore. Ms. Chapman is resting and you wouldn’t want to disturb her.” The General answered and started guiding him to the door of the suite.

  Just then, Derek heard another muffled scream. Pushing the General out of the way, he ran to the bedroom. What he saw there appalled and excited him.

  Dottie Chapman was tied to the bed spread-eagle and gagged, naked. Derek quickly grabbed a blanket and covered her while doing his best to untie and ungag her.

  “Is this how you treat reporters in your country, General?” Derek demanded. The scum was asking for it now and it was all Derek could do to keep from giving it to him.

  The General merely shrugged, as if this was an everyday occurrence to him. Maybe it was.

  Derek quickly talked into the microphone attached to his lapel as he unfastened the woman. Undoing the gag, he removed it and wiped the tears from her face with his thumbs. Pulling her to him, he held her, soothing and cuddling her. He had wanted Dottie in his arms, but this was not the way he had planned on doing it.

  Within minutes, the room was full of people. Derek held Dottie and spoke softly to her.

  “Honey I know this is hard, but I need to know, did he rape you?”

  Dottie looked up at him and shook her head no. “But I think he was going to,” she said softly with a sob.

  Derek cupped her head with his hand and held it to his shoulder. Rocking her softly, one of the other members of his team, Tyler Thomas, came in and looked questioningly at him. Derek shook his head no. Tyler nodded and walked out.

  What a fucking mess this had turned into. He had dealt with visiting dignitaries before, but none of them had been as bad as this ass. They had to keep this fucking mess out of the press. Hopefully Dottie would cooperate, but that could be dealt with later, now he needed to make sure she wasn’t hurt and try to repair any damage he could.

  “Baby, did he hurt you physically? Do you need to go to the hospital or see a doctor?” he gently asked her, holding her closer.

  “No, no doctor, no hospital, please. He just tied me up and told me all the things he wanted to do.” As she said this last, she visibly shuddered. “Please don’t make me go to a hospital,” she implored and looked up into his hazel eyes.

  “Okay, no hospital. Will you let me take you to the room I have here and let me look and make sure you are okay?” he asked, holding her tighter if possible.

  Sniffling, she nodded her head and relaxed into him. She had had a crush on Derek Moore since the first time she had seen him. He was pure muscle and built like a mountain. Tall and huge all over. He carried her like she was a feather. Not many men could do that. Having a crush at thirty-six was ridiculous, but she didn’t know what else to call it.

  Because of her job as correspondent to the White House, she and Derek mingled quite often, both of them having to be at the same functions. Every time she saw him, she creamed her panties, but she never saw any reaction from him. He was cool and polite, every bit the gentleman, and very distant. Even when he had patted her down before she entered the General’s room, there was nothing but professionalism. She was sure he had no feelings for her. At times she didn’t even think he noticed her.

  And why would he? He was tall, very tall and built, a big, beautiful man, and she was…well…she was Dottie. Nothing special, nothing spectacular. She was tall for a woman and needed to lose a few pounds, but she didn’t consider herself unattractive. She had had her share of dates over time and was definitely not a virgin, but Derek did something to her libido. Every time she was in the same room with him, her panties were damp even before he noticed her. What it was about him, she didn’t know. Even now, if by some miracle he were to feel between her legs, he would find her wet.

  What would he do if he noticed? Would he be disgusted? Would he be interested? Would she ever find out? What type of lover would Derek be? Would he be kind and gentle or fast and rough? She wanted to find out.

  Dottie had heard that Derek and some of the other members of the service had opened a kink club called The Mix, but she didn’t know anything about it. What type of kink was he into? Could she be enough for him?

  Dottie had been so lost in her wonderings that she hadn’t noticed Derek had stood up and was carrying her out of the room until she heard the General say, “It was almost a pleasure, Ms. Chapman, next time you won’t be so lucky.” Dottie shuddered and buried her face in Derek’s shoulder.

  “It will be you that won’t be so lucky, General,” Derek replied as he walked faster.

  Due to the nature of the negotiations with the General’s country, the entire floor of the hotel had been reserved for him, his staff, and the agents assigned to him. Derek’s room was at the end of the hall. He walked quickly with Dottie, not wanting to expose her any more than necessary.

  Shifting her so that he could hold her with one arm, he opened the door and carried her into his suite. “Can you stand a minute, baby?” he asked as he stood her on her feet.

  Dottie grabbed onto his shoulders as he set her on her feet and secured the blanket around her. “I know this is difficult, but you need to tell me what happened. Are your clothes in the room?” He wanted her to be comfortable and knew she would feel better in her own things, even though the sight of her in the blanket did things to his cock. Not now buddy, he thought, maybe soon, very soon.

  “He cut and tore my clothes. I’m sure nothing I have is wearable,” she answered, pulling the blanket tighter around her.

  “Okay sweetheart, we’ll get you something. For now, wear this,” he told her walking to the bedroom and coming back with one of his shirts.

  Tucking the blanket so it was more secure, Dottie let him help her put the shirt on. Once she had it in place, he pulled the blanket away and knelt in front of her, buttoning the two middle buttons. When she went to do more buttons, he took her hands in his. “That’s enough, baby, I like it that way,” he told her with a soft growl in his voice.

  Dottie looked down into his eyes and thought, oh my, thinking she needed someplace to sit before she fell.

  Derek must have seen that her knees were weak and swept her back into his arms. He sat in an overstuffed chair, settling her into his lap. “Now tell me what happened,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

  Derek knew he was on dangerous ground. Having her in his lap was the best feeling, but not the smartest thing he could do. They both would have been safer if he had left her in the blanket, but she was beautiful in his shirt, and only his shirt. He needed to find out what had happened and report in. He knew the rest of his team would be handling the General, but they needed to know what they were working with, if the man was truly dangerous or just a pervert.

  “Well, he was fine right after you left. We talked and I asked several questions, which he appeared to answer truthfully. He poured us each a drink, which I did not touch. That seemed to bother him. When he finished his drink, he asked me back to his bedroom, stating he wanted to show me a rare artifact that he had brought with him to give the pre
sident. Out of curiosity I went. Stupid rookie mistake, I knew better. I should have never put myself in that situation. I know better, stupid, stupid, stupid.” Tears started running down her face.

  “Oh, baby, it wasn’t stupid, you had no way to know what was going to happen. Can you tell me the rest?” Derek held her tighter and was soothing one hand over her thigh.

  Taking a deep breath, Dottie went on, “Once he got me to the bedroom he pulled a knife out of his jacket. I remember his exact words. ‘I suggest you sit on the bed, Ms. Chapman, we will talk more once you have.’ Then he pushed me onto the bed and before I knew what had happened, he had my hands and feet tied to the bedposts. Then he gagged me. I tried to scream, but couldn’t get much sound out around the gag. You must have heard me though, thank you for saving me.” She reached up and cupped his face, looking into his eyes with relief and something else—not gratitude, lust maybe?

  Derek looked down into her face and couldn’t help it, he brushed her lips with his. Dottie reached around and cupped his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. She parted her lips slightly and he slipped his tongue in, tightening his hold on her.

  Cupping her head in both his hands, he held her tight and continued his assault on her mouth. When she parted her lips, he took the advantage and slipped his tongue inside, exploring every inch. She tasted so good. Kissing her was better than anything he had ever experienced. He wanted and was going to take more.

  But first he needed to find out what had happened in the General’s room. He needed to inform his team, and then he would have the rest of his life to kiss her…and more.