All the President's Men 1: Derek's Darling Damsel (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  “What case?”

  “Baby, I don’t want to upset you, but you may not be the first woman the General has attacked. The team did some investigating last night and there have been several disappearances that have occurred while he and his entourage are here negotiating. These have occurred over several months and only while he is here. All the disappearances that we have found so far have been hookers or street women, but the team is still investigating. There may be more. No one noticed the pattern until now. Now we think he may be running a slave ring and using his trips to the United States to find young girls and women for this. We want to walk you through what happened and see if he said anything to you that may have given any clues to his intentions,” he told her as he reached over and ran one hand up and down her thigh.

  “Why me? Why did he pick me?” she wondered out loud.

  “Baby, you’re a beautiful woman, why wouldn’t any man be crazy for you? I am.” He tried to comfort her.

  “You are? Really?” she asked with wonder in her voice. She had had her share of dates and never had any problems, but no one had ever called her beautiful or told her that they were crazy for her. She’d even been engaged a couple times, but something always happened and she thought she was just screwing it up. To have this amazing man say he was crazy about her made her heart melt.

  “What are you doing?” she asked as he pulled the car over. They were nowhere near where they needed to be and she didn’t think they had time for any stops.

  “You’re too far away, scoot over here,” he said, patting the seat next to him.

  She put her coffee in the holder and moved to where he indicated. Fastening the seat belt there, he slipped his hand into the V of her legs. “Perfect,” he said and leaned down and kissed her

  She melted into his arms and let him take her mouth, opening and giving him everything.

  He was the most amazing kisser and lover. She had never been with anyone who could set her body afire the way he did. One look from him and she was gushing. Her panties would be wet all the time she was around him. Giggling to herself, she thought, when I’m allowed to wear panties. Remembering that she wasn’t wearing underwear, she wiggled, wondering if he could feel the moisture through her jeans.

  He broke the kiss and left her panting. With a quick squeeze between her legs, he pulled back onto the road. “We have to get going, it doesn’t look good when the team leader is late. I should have been there already.” He smiled at her and hit the gas.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, did I make you late?” she asked, worried now. She hadn’t realized he was the team leader, but it made sense. He was in control of everything. She smiled, remembering how he took control last night. Would she get to experience that again?

  “Baby, we’re fine. I’m always on time.” He assured her with another squeeze between her legs.

  If he kept that up, she would be coming before she got out of the truck.

  Derek kept his hand where it was for the rest of the drive, but didn’t do anything more than hold her.

  When they arrived, he pulled her out of his side of the SUV, sliding her down his body. Trapping her against the side of the truck, he ground his pelvis into hers. “See what you do to me, baby? You’ll be taking care of this as soon as we get out of here. I have plans for you and they are going to last all weekend.” He growled in her ear, before placing a hard kiss on her lips and lowering her to the ground.

  He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the building, her senses still swimming.

  He strode straight through the lobby, not looking left or right, set on his goal to get this over so he could continue with his plans for Dottie. He knew this was going to take longer than he wanted it to. Hell, if he had his way they would have waited until Monday, but he knew it was best to get the debriefing over while things were fresh. If they waited, Dottie could forget a detail or decide it wasn’t important enough to tell. This early, they could still do a forensic interview and have good results. The next few hours would not be comfortable for Dottie and he wouldn’t be able to be with her, but she was strong and could do this.

  Leading her to the conference room, he got her a cup of coffee and sat her down to explain how the next few hours would go and why he couldn’t be with her.

  As he finished up, the team started arriving. He quickly made introductions.

  “Dottie, this hulk here is Tyler Thomas. He’s a Secret Service agent and we’ve been on the same team for years.” Tyler was shorter than Derek at six foot four, but just as bulky, with long blond hair which he wore in a braid down his back.

  Tyler grabbed her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. “If this big lug doesn’t treat you right, you come see me, baby, I’ll take care of you,” he said, mirth glimmering in his eyes.

  Derek gave him a dirty look and introduced the remainder of the people at the table. Several were FBI agents and the other three were Secret Service.

  After the introductions were made, Derek gave a quick briefing and one of the FBI agents and one Secret Service agent led her off to a private room for her interview.

  They had her sit in the room and dimmed the lights. “Close your eyes,” the female FBI agent, Tracy Smith, told her. With her eyes closed Dottie couldn’t see the looks Tracy and the Secret Service agent, Dillon Polk, exchanged.

  Tracy conducted the interview professionally and thoroughly. When she was sure Dottie had told her every detail and she seemed satisfied, Tracy gave her a big hug and they walked her back to the original room where Derek was waiting for her.

  Standing as she entered the room, he quickly walked to her and pulled her into his arms. “I know that was tough, baby, are you good?”

  Smiling, she nodded and leaned into him, wanting his strength. Even though it had only been a short time, she had come to depend on him.

  Tracy looked at Derek and said, “Sir, Dillon and I are going to compare notes and will file our report by this evening.”

  Dismissing them with a nod, Derek’s attention was all for Dottie. “Can you walk to the SUV, baby, or do you need me to carry you?”

  Smiling up at him, she answered, “I can walk, but can we go now? I really want a hot bath and a warm bed.”

  “Baby, I have both at my house and that’s where you’re going. Do you need to stop by your place and get anything, any medicine or stuff?”

  “No, but some clean clothes would be nice,” she answered.

  “Baby, you won’t need any clothes.” He answered with a twinkle in his eye.

  A shiver ran down her back and she gripped his hand tighter.

  Sitting her in the middle of the truck, he kept her close on the drive to his house. Before they got there, he drove through for food which they ate on the way, knowing that the donuts they had had were not enough. When they arrived, she was amazed. She had figured he lived in a condo or bachelor pad somewhere in downtown D. C., but no, he took her to a place on the edge of town. The neighborhood had sprawling ranches with room for horses. Each property had to be at least five acres and there were horses on almost all of them including the one he pulled up to.

  Chapter Three

  “Surprised, baby? Yes, it’s mine and the horses, too,” he proudly stated, helping her out of the truck. Instead of taking her to the door, he took her around back to the fence. Whistling, he called the horses over. Patting one of them on the head, he told her, “This little filly is Patrice, and her partner here is Big Al. I’ve had them both for about ten years and we are all very happy. Aren’t we, big boy?”

  “Do you ride them?” Dottie asked, reaching up to pat Patrice.

  “Yes, do you ride, baby?” he asked, slipping one arm around her waist and lifting her to reach the male horse.

  “I haven’t for years. I used to all the time before I moved away from home.” She answered wistfully.

  “Then that’s something we will do together. One of my neighbors usually exercises Patrice for me, but now you can. Right now I have other plans for you.�
�� He was standing behind her and she could feel his erection against the middle of her back.

  “Oh,” she answered as he kissed the back of her neck and lifted her, holding her against him, her back to his front, and carried her to the house.

  The back door opened into a mud room and he set her on the floor there. “Leave your things here and I’ll meet you in the living room, straight through the kitchen.” He planted a long, hard kiss on her and strode out of the room.

  Things—what things was he talking about? She had left her briefcase and purse in the SUV and all she had was her clothes and shoes. Maybe he meant her shoes. He hadn’t taken his off, but lots of people didn’t wear shoes indoors. Slipping off her shoes and lining them up neatly by the door, she followed his directions and walked into the living room.

  He was sitting on the couch and had a bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table in front of him.

  Walking silently on the hardwood floors, he didn’t appear to hear her until she stood in front of him. “Hi,” she said shyly.

  He looked up and it was difficult to read the expression on his face. “I thought I told you to leave your things in the mud room.”

  “I left most of my stuff in the truck and all I had were my clothes and my shoes. I did leave my shoes.”

  “Why didn’t you leave your clothes?”

  “You wanted me to come in here…naked?” She shivered, not sure if she should be excited or scared.

  “Obviously you have a problem with that, can you tell me why?”

  “I’m not used to going around without clothes. It’s not something I’m comfortable with.”

  “Maybe you should practice while you are here. I want you naked, baby,” he practically growled.

  “Oh,” she said as she saw the lust fill his eyes. Could she do this? She just stood there looking at him.

  “Dottie, take your clothes off or I’ll tear them off and you’ll go naked for the rest of the weekend, and even though I would like that, it might be uncomfortable if we ride the horses tomorrow.” This time it was a growl.

  “You…oh…okay.” She stuttered, and slowly started removing her shirt and jeans.

  When she was totally naked, she stood there not knowing what to do next. She wrapped her arms over her chest protectively and stood there looking at the floor.

  “Come here, baby, I want to look at you.”

  She walked over to stand between his wide-spread legs, wondering why he wanted to look at her. Didn’t he see enough last night?

  Standing there very self-consciously, she kept her arms crossed over her chest.

  He gently took her arms and moved them to her sides. Looking up in her eyes, he smiled and she saw the kindness there. “Relax, baby, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do.” And he leaned up and took a nipple in his mouth. Sucking and licking the little nub, he moved his hands around and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her closer until they were as close as could be.

  Standing up, he told her, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  He carried her into what she thought was his bedroom and the biggest bed she had ever seen.

  “I had it custom made. There isn’t another one like it,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed, her legs still wrapped around him. Holding her there, he continued to lick and suck on her breasts and nipples, taking as much of her soft flesh in his mouth as he could. “You taste so good, baby, have you ever come from someone playing with these?” he asked as he continued what he had been doing.

  “No, but I think I’m going to.” She answered panting.

  “Yes, I think you’re going to, too.” He grinned as he started using his teeth and pulling her nipple, while he took one hand and started pinching and pulling the nipple not in his mouth. “Come for me, baby, show me what you can do.” He crooned as he bit her nipple harder and pinched harder.

  She felt the wave starting and knew she was going over. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she rubbed her clit up against him, that little bit of friction enough to send her over. Screaming his name, she crashed through her orgasm, letting wave after wave take her.

  He held her tight through her completion and ran his hand up and down her back when she laid her head on his shoulder, panting. “I knew you could do it, baby.” He praised her as he lay back on the bed and turned them so that they were sprawled in the center.

  Lying on his back, he pulled her to lie on top of him and held her until she was calm, whispering words of praise and encouragement.

  When she was calm, he lifted her and carried her into the biggest bathroom she had ever seen. Was everything this man did and have big? Sitting her on a stool, he started filling the huge tub. “You stay here, I’m going to get the wine,” he instructed.

  Leaving her sitting, he came back carrying the wine, a glass, a bucket of ice, and several condoms.

  She looked at the condoms wide-eyed and smiled. Yep, a fun afternoon for Dottie.

  By now the tub had filled and he quickly stripped, then picked her up and sat in the tub with her back to him, her legs inside of his.

  Leaning back and pulling her with him, they sat for several minutes before he reached and poured a glass of wine. Holding it to her lips, he allowed her to drink before taking his own drink.

  Setting the glass on a small table beside the tub, he turned her so that she was straddling his hips. He pulled her in for a deep kiss and reached for an ice cube. Rubbing the cube around her areola, her nipple instantly hardened. “Soon I will clamp these. Have you ever worn nipple clamps, Dottie?” he asked, running his tongue around the shell of her ear.

  “Oh...oh,” she moaned. She had been so tired when they left the FBI offices, she was sure she was going to sleep on the way to his house. Now sleep was the last thing on her mind. The difference in the sensations between the warm water and the ice was mind-blowing, and she couldn’t believe her responses and her body’s reactions. She had come more in the last few hours with Derek than she had with any other man. And to think, she hadn’t thought he was interested in her.

  Obviously she was mistaken. If this wasn’t interest, she didn’t know what was. But could she be enough for him? She knew he was into BDSM, but didn’t know much about it. Time for an Internet search. It would be nice to have someone to talk to, but she didn’t know anyone and definitely wasn’t going to ask those questions to Derek.

  Taking another piece of ice, he put it in his mouth and then took her nipple in his mouth, using his tongue to move the piece of ice around her nipple.

  “Oh, God,” she screamed. Adjusting herself on his lap, she felt his cock rub her folds and she started rubbing herself against him.

  “Oh baby, you’re just like a little kitten, rubbing your little pussy against me. Baby, I’m not going to last long at this point.” Pushing her bottom back toward his knees, he lifted her legs over his shoulder and pulled her core to his mouth. Taking another ice cube from the bucket, he slowly rubbed it through her folds, before pushing it inside her. “We need to cool this off, baby.” He grinned evilly and took another cube and pushed it inside her.

  The cold in her core was something she had never experienced before and just when one cube melted and she thought she was going to get some relief, he put another one inside her.

  Taking another cube, he slowly rimmed her puckered hole with it. She arched in his arms and screamed his name. “Baby, I have more tricks to show you, but first you are going to give me a little relief.” Grabbing a condom, he donned it and pulled her to him and fitted himself inside her, slowly pulling her down until he was fully inside her. He let her sit for a minute to adjust to him before he instructed, “hands on my shoulders, this is going to be rough and hard.”

  Grabbing her hips with both hands, he lifted her until he was poised just at her entrance. With a quick motion, he slammed her back down on him until he was buried as deep as he could go. He continued to do this, establishing a punishing rhythm until he couldn’t hold back any
longer.

  “Hold on, Dottie, I’m going to come.” He told her and he moved her up and down faster until she felt his release and found her own.

  She collapsed onto his chest, panting. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight to him. They lay in the warm water like that for several minutes.

  He lifted her away from him. “Thank you, baby,” he told her, looking into her deep into her ocean blue eyes and lifting her off of him.

  She smiled and leaned in to cuddle with him. He held her for a minute, then lifted her and rose himself.

  Disposing of the condom, he led her to the separate walk-in shower and started the water. Looking at her, he tapped his chin. “Baby, have you ever shaved your pussy?” he asked, running his fingers over her curls.

  “No,” she answered, wondering where he was going with this.

  “Would you let me do it?” he asked, grinning.

  “Okay.” She answered, not sure why she was agreeing, but seeing no reason to protest.

  Sitting her on the bench in the shower, he turned to get what he would need. Setting his supplies on the bench next to her, he positioned her as he wanted her. Taking the shaving cream, he slathered it all over her mound and slipped a little on her clit.

  “Oh, that’s…” she moaned.

  “Menthol, baby, interesting feeling isn’t it?” he told her as he rubbed a little more into her folds and pushed a little into her asshole.

  She arched off the bench and let out a little scream.

  “Now you’re going to have to hold still, baby, so I don’t accidentally nick your skin,” he told her, stroking the razor over her.

  Once he had her shaved, he grabbed the handheld showerhead and rinsed her, turning the setting to a forceful stream of water. He ran it up and down her folds, concentrating on her round hole and clit until she was squirming on the bench again.

  “Tell me, baby, have you ever used one of these to get yourself off?” he asked, aiming the spray at her clit.

  “Oh God, yes,” she answered, needing to ‘get off’ right now.