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

  “Good answer, baby, here’s a reward,” he said, pushing the spray closer to her clit and taking a finger and pushing it into her rear hole.

  “Oh, I can’t, stop it!” she screamed as she came for about the twentieth time in less than twenty-four hours.

  Standing her up, he soaped and rinsed her all over before drying them both and carrying her to the bed. Laying her in the center, he crawled in with her and pulled a blanket over both of them.

  “Sleep now, baby, and when we wake we’ll have something to eat and more fun.” He fitted her back to his front and possessively cupped a breast.

  Once he was sure she was asleep, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and went to check his messages. He wanted to see if the reports had been uploaded from the interviews and if there was any more information about the General.

  He had a hard time concentrating on the reports. His mind kept drifting to Dottie and how perfect she was. He never let things distract him while he was working, but Dottie was going to be a big distraction.

  Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he turned back to the reports. Nothing he didn’t expect to find. The interview with Dottie revealed nothing new. The General’s staff was very uncooperative and the General himself claimed diplomatic immunity and refused to say anything more. How was he ever going to crack this case? Something was going to have to give. He didn’t want any more women disappearing. He was sure the General or someone on his staff had something to do with it.

  Pacing the room, he looked at the clock and saw Dottie had been sleeping for three hours while he had read all the reports and filed his own. Time for more fun. But first he should feed her again. They had had a light lunch and the donut from this morning couldn’t have filled her up and she needed her strength for what he had planned. There was still a lot of weekend left and he didn’t need to report back in until Monday morning.

  He quickly looked into the bedroom to make sure she was still okay. She had kicked off the blanket and was lying sprawled on the bed in all her glory. And what glory it was. Taking the sheet and covering her, he told his cock to wait and went to the kitchen to grill some steaks.

  His kitchen was something he was proud of. He loved cooking and had everything a chef could want. Grabbing the steaks, he started heating the grill built into the stove. Grabbing a couple potatoes, he prepared them for roasting then went to his wine cellar in the basement for a bottle to go with the meal.

  The main floor of the house was unassuming, but the basement was a playground. He had a state-of-the-art gym with every piece of equipment that was available. A wine cellar with over one thousand bottles of wine, several of which were very rare. And a dungeon. Even though he was part owner of The Mix, a very trendy BDSM club in town, he occasionally liked to bring a submissive home and play here. There had been very few women in his playroom, but he planned on having one and only one there from now on. Little Miss Dottie Chapman was going to be introduced to this room very soon.

  He grinned with the thought and ran up the stairs, eager to get to his woman.

  When he walked into his kitchen, there she sat. Beautiful. Wearing one of his shirts and nothing else, she was what wet dreams were made of. He walked up to her and took her mouth in a kiss meant to let her know she was his and his alone. When he let her up for air, he gazed into her eyes and asked, “Hey beautiful, how are you? Did you sleep well? Are you hungry?” Then he slipped one hand down the open neck of her shirt, palming a nipple.

  She shivered and smiled. “Best I’ve ever slept except for last night. What’s on the menu? And don’t answer me.” She laughed.

  “Oh…you’re on the menu all right, my lovely. You’re the main course. We’ll have steaks first though.” He growled at her and licked his lips.

  Dottie felt a shiver run down her back and looked down at her hands, wondering what he had in mind. She knew little about the club that he owned other than it was a kink club. She had never been in that type of club and had no idea what went on in there. She wondered if she would find out.

  While she had been thinking about his club, Derek must have asked her a question.

  “Dottie, did you hear me?” he said to her.

  “I’m sorry. I must not have been paying attention. What did you want?” she asked, smiling up at him.

  “I asked how you wanted your steak and if you were good with roasted potatoes and a salad.”

  “Oh…It all sounds good. Medium-rare on the steak.”

  “Great, have a glass of wine, I just opened it and it’s breathing in the chiller. Do you want to eat outside?”

  “Outside sounds nice, let me go and put some clothes on,” she answered him.

  “You don’t need anything more than what you’re wearing. We’ll be out back and no one can see us out there except the horses, and they don’t care.”

  “I really don’t feel comfortable just wearing one of your shirts,” she argued.

  “You’ll be fine. If you get cold, I’ll find a way to warm you. The food’s ready, let’s carry it out.”

  He reached down, and taking her hand, lifted her out of the chair. Handing her a plate of food, he grabbed her wineglass and one for himself, also carrying a plate and the bottle of wine. He led her out to the back and they sat at a very comfortable table. The chairs were nicely cushioned and huge. Thinking about Derek, everything about him was huge and it only made sense that his house would be made to fit him.

  After they ate, he stood her up and started walking toward a glider on the porch, taking the wine and glasses with him.

  “Shouldn’t we take the plates in?” Dottie asked, a little nervous. What would he expect now?

  “I’ll get them later, come sit, baby,” he answered, pulling her over to the glider. He sat and pulled her down beside him.

  He started the glider rocking and told her quietly, “If we don’t make a lot of noise we may see a deer or two. Usually this time every evening they wander through here.”

  They sat in comfortable silence for several minutes. Dottie wasn’t sure how long it was. It didn’t take long before she relaxed into Derek, resting her head on his shoulder and enjoying the rocking motion of the glider.

  Derek slipped one arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. He felt her shiver and asked, “Baby, are you cold? Do you want to go inside?”

  Snuggling closer to him, she answered, “No, I’d like to give the deer a few more minutes.” In truth, she was enjoying sitting close to Derek and wasn’t ready to give up the intimacy.

  She hadn’t dated for several months and it had been more since she’d had sex. The sex she had with Derek over the last twenty-four hours was more than she’d had in the last ten years of her life. She had come more times than she had ever come before, and they were some of the best orgasms she had ever experienced. She had never had an orgasm like the ones Derek had given her, never.

  Derek was one of the best-looking men Dottie had ever known. When she first met him, she almost melted when he spoke to her, and she was used to meeting lots of famous people in her work at the White House.

  She had worked hard to get where she was. She had been one of the youngest reporters assigned to the White House and was very proud of what she had accomplished. The only thing missing in her life was a family. Because she traveled so much, she didn’t even have a cat. Now maybe she could look toward a future. She wondered if Derek was interested in more than a weekend fling. The way he talked, it sure sounded like he was.

  Derek sat, just enjoying the evening and being with Dottie. He didn’t get to spend many evenings at home and even fewer with a beautiful woman. Dottie was perfect, and would be even more so if she was submissive. He thought he saw a submissive streak in her, but she was such a strong woman, he wasn’t sure she would be able to let him dominate her the way he needed to. He couldn’t do it any other way. If he couldn’t help her find her submissive side, he didn’t know what he was going to do. The few times he had taken control with her, she had respond
ed beautifully, and he wanted to experiment more with her.

  He couldn’t wait to get her in his dungeon. She would look beautiful strapped to a cross or bent over a spanking bench. Her breasts would be lovely with nipple clamps, and if things worked out between them, he would buy her jeweled clamps that she could wear for long periods of time. He thought about piercing her nipples, but wanted to wait until after the babies were born.

  He couldn’t believe that he was thinking about having children. He had bought his home with a family in mind, but it hadn’t happened in the last ten years, and he was getting to the age where he was ready to settle down. Hopefully Dottie would want to do this with him.

  While they were both sitting there thinking about the future, a small family of deer appeared. Dottie clasped his hand tightly and covered her mouth to keep silent. They sat quietly and watched the deer for several minutes and Dottie almost squeaked with glee when she one of the deer walked up to the horses. Patrice nuzzled the deer and after a few minutes it hopped away, the other deer following.

  “That was amazing, do they come every night?” she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

  “I’m not here often, but every time I’ve been home, they are here. I have them all named. The one that walked up to Patrice is Ralph, and every time he comes he goes to see her. I think he has a thing for her.”

  Dottie giggled and said, “I wonder if that would work and what the offspring would look like.”

  “I’m not sure, but I think Ralph and Patrice would like to find out,” Derek responded.

  They sat for a few more minutes before Derek stood, pulling Dottie with him. He handed her the wine and grabbed the plates off the table. Leading her into the kitchen, he sat her on a barstool and poured her a glass of wine. He quickly and efficiently cleaned the kitchen while Dottie sat and watched, sipping her wine.

  Chapter Four

  He walked over to her and took her now empty wineglass, rinsing it and putting it in the dishwasher with the other glasses. Taking her hand, he led her to the couch in the living room and sat, pulling her onto his lap.

  He took her mouth with his and probed deeply, not letting her go for several minutes. When he released her, they were both panting and aroused. “Dottie, I want to ask you some questions.”

  “Okay,” she answered, wondering what he was going to ask.

  “Honey, don’t worry, it’s not bad. I just want to know if you know anything about me and what I like to do, what I need to do.”

  “I know you opened The Mix and are part-owner, but I’m not really sure what goes on there. I’ve never been, and I don’t know anyone who has except you.”

  “Okay, The Mix is a BDSM club. Do you know what that means?” he answered as he rubbed her back

  “Not really. I know what it stands for Bondage Domination Submission and Masochism, but I’m not sure what all that means.”

  “Do you want me to explain it to you, baby?” he asked, slipping his hand under her shirt and rubbing his hand over her bare back.

  “I guess if it’s important to you,” she answered, not sure she wanted to get into this. She really had no idea what she was getting into. Could she do this for Derek? Would he want her if she couldn’t?

  “Okay, in order: bondage, the art of restraining someone, either bodily—like I did you last night, by having you hold your hands on my shoulders—or with scarves, ropes, or other tools. Any questions?”

  Dottie shook her head no. Tie me up? I don’t think so. Not after what had happened in the General’s room, but the more she thought about Derek doing it, the more she tingled and her pussy leaked. What would it be like to be helpless under his control? The small tastes he had given her had whetted her appetite. Maybe she could do this.

  “Next, submission. Giving up control to someone else. There are several degrees of this. Some people give up all control in what is called a TPE or Total Power Exchange. In a TPE, the dominant, or me, would take total control of you, the submissive. I would control everything—all your daily activities, everything in the bedroom. I would take over your life.” Seeing the shocked expression on Dottie’s face, he leaned down and kissed her.

  “Don’t worry, I don’t want that. It’s a lot of responsibility and I want a woman with some fight in her. What interests me is control in the bedroom and any time we make love. I need to control all sexual situations. I need to be in charge and determine how everything will play out. I said the bedroom, but if I were to take you here on the couch, and it will happen, I would be in control.” As he had been talking, he slowly moved her hands around to her back and was holding both of her wrists in one hand. With his other hand, he unfastened the buttons on the shirt she was wearing and slipped it off her shoulders, baring her breasts to him.

  Leaning down, he took a nipple between his teeth and slowly tugged. “Baby, I need this. I need to know you will try this with me. Are you willing to explore this with me? I know you’re a strong, independent woman and I don’t want you to give any of that up, but I want to control you when we are making love and playing sexually, will you let me do that? Try it with me, baby.” Even as he talked he continued his assault on her breasts, licking, nipping, and tugging on them with his mouth and free hand. Dottie couldn’t think. The way he explained it made it seem so simple. Be herself when she was at work and give into him when they were together. Was it that simple?

  “Derek, stop a minute. I want to make sure I understand what you are asking. You want me to give you control when we’re together and be myself the rest of the time?”

  “Baby, that’s pretty simple, but basically it. I don’t have to control you all the time even when we’re together, but anytime we are alone and playing, I will be in control.”

  As he said the last, the hand that had been playing with her breasts dove between her legs and ended all conversation. Standing up and lifting her with him, he growled in her ear. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  When she did, he walked up to the wall and slid down his sweats, “Baby, is it safe? Do I need protection or are you on something?”

  This was the first time he had asked. All of the other times he had taken her, he had used protection. What was different now?

  “Yes, I’m on the pill and I just had a physical and I’m all clear.” She answered against his skin, kissing, licking, and nipping wherever she could reach.

  He fitted himself to her and drove home. Bracing her against the wall, her hands were now trapped behind her back and she depended on him for her total support. If he were to move, she would fall.

  He cupped her buttocks in both hands and started a fast and furious pace. “Baby, this isn’t going to take long. I’ve been hot for you since before we ate,” he said, not slowing his down.

  He had set a hard and pounding rate. It felt like he was driving her into the wall. All she could do with her hands trapped behind her was to lean into him and go for the ride, and what a ride it was.

  It didn’t take long before she felt his release filling her. She had never realized the difference a condom made. Always before she had insisted on them. No accidents for Ms. Dottie Chapman, but with Derek something was different. It was true she was on the pill and chances were very slim, but if by some small miracle she should become pregnant, it wouldn’t be bad. Then she would have a piece of Derek for her very own, and it didn’t matter if he was willing to participate or not. Just the thought of a little Derek running around messing up her life brought light to her soul. It was too early to talk to Derek about children, but she wondered if he wanted them. She hadn’t before, but now it wouldn’t be so bad.

  She came out of her musing to see Derek staring at her. “You okay, baby? Did I hurt you?” he asked as he pulled her away from the wall and gently stood her on her feet. After making sure she was steady, he started rubbing her hands and arms, restoring circulation and making sure he hadn’t hurt her.

  “I’m fine. That was something else, are you okay?” She leaned into him and slowl
y brought her arms around his neck, wincing a little at the stiffness in them. Even though he had rubbed them, they were still a little sore.

  “A hot shower will loosen those muscles up for some water play, baby?” He grinned as he adjusted his sweats and threw her over his shoulder.

  Giggling (she never giggled) and screeching, she grabbed him around the waist and bit his back. “Does that answer your question, big boy?” She half-laughed, half-growled.

  “You are so going to pay. I owe you a spanking for earlier anyway. I know we haven’t talked about punishments, but we will very soon, and you have earned yourself several in the past few hours. It may be time to pay up, baby.”

  “Punishment? What punishment?” she asked as he continued down the hall, bouncing her on his shoulder as he went. Spanking? He was going to spank her? Was that part of his kink? Did he like to beat women up? Was there a difference between being beaten and a spanking? Never one to be shy, she asked him, “Derek, are you telling me you like to beat women?” Stopping abruptly, he flipped her to her feet and grabbed her chin.

  “Let’s get one thing straight right now. I. Never. Beat. Women. Never! I will never hit you in anger, and I only administer erotic punishments, not beatings. A beating is a brutal act by someone who has no respect for women. I would never hit a woman in anger, and if that’s what you think this is about you really have no idea what I’m into.” Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he loosened his hold on her chin and gently placed a hand on each of her shoulders.

  Squatting slightly so that he was face-level with her, he looked in her eyes and told her, “Dottie, I didn’t mean to sound harsh. I would never hurt you in anger. The punishments I give you may sting and you may be sore for a day or two, but nothing, ever, in anger. Baby, my main goal is to take care of you. I treasure this body of yours and if you submit to me, I will care for it as my own. I treasure you and don’t ever want to see you hurt. I know after what happened to you last night this must all be confusing, but please, baby, bear with me and let me teach you how to be submissive to me. I know I haven’t explained this to you yet, but you, as the submissive, hold all the control. When we start to play, I will give you a word, a safe word. It will be something you wouldn’t normally say and when you use that word, everything stops and we talk. When we play, you will have all the power to stop everything. Any time it gets to be too much or you get scared or for any other good reason, you say the word, and everything stops. You have the control to stop everything at any time. It’s actually the submissive who holds all the power in the relationship. You control how far things go, and if it goes too far for you, we stop. We haven’t talked about limits and what kind of things you want to explore if you want to do this with me, but we will.” As they were talking, he was slowly walking her toward the bedroom. “For tonight, all I want to do is flip you over my lap and spank that little ass bright pink. I’m not going to give you a safe word tonight, you won’t need it. If you tell me to stop I will, but I don’t think you will tell me to. Are you willing to try for me, Dottie?” By now he had her in the bedroom and he was sitting on the bed with her standing in front of him between his legs. Dottie looked at him and considered everything he had said. If what he said was true, she could stop everything, any time. If she had the power to stop and set limits, what would it hurt to try? If he wanted to do something she didn’t, she could say no. Better make sure. “Derek, let me make sure I understand. I set the limits, I can stop whatever we’re doing with a word, and if I don’t want to do something I don’t have to?” Could it really be that simple?