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

  “That’s pretty much right, baby, but I will push your limits. I want you to explore and try different things. Some of the things I ask you to try you may not be comfortable with, but I will want you to try them for me. Are you willing to agree to that?” As he said this he had pulled her closer and was running his hand up and down her bare back.

  Dottie looked down and she was naked. When had that happened? Thinking again about what he said, she answered, “What kind of things do you want me to try?”

  “We will talk more about that later, for tonight I want to spank you and put a pair of clamps on those lovely nipples.” Reaching in the bedside drawer, he pulled out a pair of what looked like earrings.

  “They look like earrings,” she observed.

  He showed her how the worked, then leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth. Licking and sucking the small nub, he continued until her nipple was firm and distended. He quickly applied the clamp, careful not to make it too tight.

  “Oh, that feels… I can feel it all the way down to my…oh.” She finally got out and started to do a little dance.

  Smiling up at her, Derek quickly took her other nipple in his mouth, applying the same treatment. While he was applying the second clamp, he flicked the first with his fingers.

  Dottie didn’t know what was happening, but her pussy was gushing and her breasts felt full and very sensitive. Moaning, she leaned into Derek.

  “Now I’m going to turn you over my lap and spank you. This first spanking will be for not leaving your clothes in the mud room like I told you to. We’ll start with ten because it’s your first offense. There will be times I ask you to count the swats, but not today. If it gets to be too much, I will stop, but I think you can take this.”

  As he was talking to her he pulled her so that she was lying over his lap. She braced her hands on the floor for balance, and her toes barely touched.

  “I’ll let you brace yourself this first time, but in the future, I will bind your hands behind your back and I will be in total control of you.”

  Dottie shuddered and her pussy gushed even more. Who knew something like this would turn her on? Maybe she did want to explore more with Derek.

  He started rubbing his hand in slow circles over her lower back and buttocks, slipping his fingers into her crack and rimming her asshole. “This little hole will be mine. Soon,” he murmured, and pulling his hand back, smacked her right cheek.

  “Oh.” She grunted. She hadn’t been expecting it, and the shock of it startled her.

  After the smack, he went back to rubbing, slipping his fingers in her slit and stroking her clit. After a few seconds of the stroking and rubbing, he applied another smack, making her jerk again.

  Every time he smacked, she jerked and her breasts jiggled, moving the clamps and causing her pussy to gush more.

  He continued in that way, smacking and rubbing until all ten smacks were done. Flipping her over, he cuddled her in his lap, one hand flicking the clamps on her breasts. “Oh God, Derek, what are you doing to me? I need to come so bad, please.” She moaned against his chest where he was holding her.

  “Are you okay, baby? Did you like that?” he asked her, slipping one hand down to her slit and slowly rubbing her clit.

  Arching in his lap, she moaned again and looked pleadingly into his eyes. “Please, Derek, you have to make me come.”

  Continuing to play with her clit, he smiled an evil smile. “Dottie, orgasm denial is another form of punishment. I can keep you on the edge for hours and not give you what you need.”

  “Huh? Denial, what…why would you do that?” Dottie was sure she hadn’t heard him right.

  “Baby, that’s just another punishment or I could make you come so many times that you screamed for mercy,” he told her, upping the pressure and speed on her clit.

  She was now arching and writhing on his lap and really needed relief. “There’s no way you could make me come so many times I screamed, but I’d take once right now.”

  “Baby, it’s called ‘orgasm torture’ and I can and will do it. That sounded almost like a dare, are you daring a Dom?”

  Needing to come so bad she didn’t care, she grabbed his wrist and tried to get him to speed up or press harder or something. She answered. “If you’re so big and bad, then do it, Mister.”

  “Oh baby, you are so in for it, but first—” he quickly flipped her onto her back in the middle of the bed and was crouching over her. Using one hand, he flicked the clamps on her nipples, moving back and forth between them and applied more pressure and speed on her clit with the other. Even though he was applying more pressure, it still wasn’t enough.

  “Oh please, don’t torture me, please,” she pleaded. She was arching off the bed and pleading for him to end the torment. He kept it up, keeping her writhing and pleading for what seemed like an hour, but was only a few minutes.

  When he finally let her come, she felt like she was levitating off the bed. Her whole body was suspended in space and her limbs were no longer attached. If he kept giving her orgasms like this, she would never leave. She would be his slave forever and do anything he asked.

  When she finally found the power of speech again, she looked at him and asked, “How do you do that? Each one is better than the last and they are all better than anything I ever experienced before. You’ve ruined me for any other man. After you, no one will ever match up.”

  “Exactly, baby, there will be no one after me. If another man even thinks about looking at you, I will knock him off his feet. And you had better not think of looking at another man or your ass will be so red and hot that you won’t sit for a month and you won’t come for a month either. Do. You. Understand?”

  Wow, not possessive at all, but somehow she loved it. Smiling, she nodded, unable to form words.

  He leaned down and took her in a branding kiss, marking her as his. “Don’t forget it either.”

  Now for the other side of the spectrum, he thought, he had just shown her what orgasm denial was like, time to show her what a few forced orgasms were like. Dottie had dared him and he never resisted a dare. Never.

  “Okay, baby, you issued a dare earlier. Now for a few forced orgasms. Before we start, I need to prepare a few things and I am going to restrain you. You lie here and rest. I will be right back.” He planted a quick kiss on her already throbbing lips and tweaked the nipple clamps.

  Leaving, he left her lying on the bed to contemplate what he had said while he quickly ran down to the playroom to get a few toys and some soft scarves. They really should have been doing this down there, but he didn’t want to take her there yet. He had planned to, but he didn’t feel she was ready. Depending on how well she took what he had planned next, maybe they could play there tomorrow afternoon. The next day was Monday and back to reality. He didn’t know if she would give him more than the one weekend or not, but he was going to try for more.

  He knew he would see her again. He couldn’t avoid her. Between what had happened with the General and his work, he would be seeing her all the time. If he was lucky, maybe he could get himself assigned to protect her. That would be perfect. If he could do that, then he would have an excuse to be with her 24/7 and she would have to put up with him.

  Grabbing what he wanted from the toy room, he sprinted back up the stairs. When he got to his room, the bed was empty. What the hell? He hadn’t been gone more than two minutes.

  Looking in the bathroom, he found her sitting on the toilet crying, the nipple clamps in her hands.

  “What are you doing, baby? I thought I told you to stay still.” He asked, taking the clamps from her.

  “I needed to come in here, and then those were hurting so I took them off. Why didn’t you tell me how bad they hurt coming off?” she asked accusingly.

  “Baby, you weren’t supposed to take them off without me. How was I to know you would do that? Here, let me see if I can help.” And he leaned down to take one of her poor nipples in his mouth.

  She quickl
y covered each breast with a hand and said, “No! Don’t touch me!” and immediately started sobbing.

  Grabbing her in his arms, Derek picked her up and carried her to the bed.

  Sitting with her on his lap, he held her tight and let her cry for a while. It had been an emotional time for her, and Derek knew she needed to let it all out.

  Sometimes he could be an ass and think only of himself. He had put aside everything she had been through and let his dick do the thinking. He hadn’t even considered that she had no idea what she was getting into and just kept pushing and pushing. No wonder she was sobbing in his arms.

  Lying back on the bed, he stretched her out on top of him and pulled a light blanket over both of them.

  Holding her, he let her cry until she had it out of her system. Eventually she stopped crying and fell into a deep sleep.

  Derek lay awake most of the night, keeping her on top of him, wanting her close. Sometime in the early hours of the morning, he finally drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Five

  When Derek woke, it was to a beautiful sight. Dottie was straddling him and had bent to lick and suck the skin on his chest and abs. Swirling her tongue over and over his skin and rubbing her little pussy over his manhood. What a way to wake up. He lay for several minutes and let her do her thing before she lifted and saw him watching her.

  “Morning lover,” she said in a deep, sexy voice.

  “Morning yourself,” he replied, pulling her to him for a deep soul-reaching kiss. “You may continue.” He sounded like a sultan granting his slave permission to serve him.

  “Oh I may, may I?” she said saucily.

  Fisting his hand in her hair, he pulled her over him until her breasts were dangling over his mouth like ripe peaches waiting to be plucked. Which, of course, he did. Taking a nipple between his teeth, he pulled, stretching her dangling fruit until she made a little squeal. Releasing her nipple and her hair, he cupped the back of her head and grinned. “You may.”

  Not saying a word, she went back to her task.

  He folded his arms under his head and lay back to watch the show.

  Dottie licked and sucked her way over his chest, taking each nipple briefly between her teeth, and worked her way down to his navel, where she swirled her tongue around, briefly dipping in before following the trail of hair to his treasure.

  Scooting back toward his knees, she took him in her hand and looked up into his face. “Baby, anything you want.”

  She smiled before leaning down to run her tongue from the base to the head of his cock. Wrapping both hands around him, she licked the small white drop of moisture there, before taking as much as she could in her mouth. Smiling when Derek groaned, she pulled back, lightly scraping her teeth against him.

  When he shifted his hips and fisted both hands in her hair, she did it again and again, loving the feel of power she had over this dominant man.

  Taking as much of him in her mouth as she could, she hollowed her cheeks and licked and sucked him until, using his hands in her hair, he took control of her head and started fucking her face.

  “Baby, I’m going to come. I hope you swallow. If not, you need to pull back now.” He groaned and eased up the grip on her hair.

  When after a few seconds she didn’t move, he held her head tight and let himself go, ramming his dick in her mouth faster and faster and hitting the back of her throat with each stroke until his release. Letting go of her hair, he cupped the back of her head and held her to him, panting and trying to catch his breath.

  Dottie cleaned him off with her tongue and released him from her mouth. Laying her head on his thigh, she grinned with satisfaction. She had brought this man to his knees. She had taken the power and done this to him. He may be the dominant, but she held the power, and it felt good.

  She lay there, her head on his thigh for several minutes until she felt him relax and his breath calm, then she crawled up his body, making sure to drag herself against him until she could lay her head on his shoulder, running her hand over the skin she had licked earlier.

  Looking up into his smiling face, she asked, “Was it okay, lover?” Her voice was deep and gravely and full of satisfaction and confidence.

  “Better than okay, and don’t get over-confident, I allowed you to do that.”

  “Yes, lover,” she answered him, like she knew better.

  “You had better watch it, girl, or I’ll make good on the dare that was put down last night and show you just how I control that body.” He growled, pulling her up to take her lips with his.

  When he broke off the kiss, her eyes were wide and her pussy gushed more. With one kiss, one look, one word, this man had total control over her, mind and body. Everything and everyone else were forgotten. How could he do that to her? If she stayed with him, she was going to have to build a resistance to him or he would get his way all the time. She couldn’t have that.

  But that was exactly what he wanted. Total control over her mind and body all the time. Could she give it to him? Was she willing to be what he wanted? He had talked about tying her up and beating her, but that’s not what he called it, restraints and punishments, was there a difference? Did the difference matter? She knew if she stayed with him long enough he would want to take her to his club. What kind of things happened there? What would he want to do to her?

  How was she going to get all her questions answered? She couldn’t ask him and didn’t dare say anything about him beating her. He really went off the deep end when she had accused him of that last night. She wasn’t going there again.

  This weekend had been fun, but she would be glad to go home tonight and have some time to think. She really needed it. Even though she had loved every minute with Derek up to her meltdown last night, she needed some time.

  Derek saw the confusion in her eyes and wondered how it would affect them. Feeling the need to distract her from her thoughts, he sat up and grabbed her under the arms and pulled her to straddle his hips again. Leaning down, he took her in another bruising kiss.

  “Food, then I think we’ll go for a ride. This afternoon, we will play,” he told her with a big smile on his face as he pointed her toward the shower. “You shower in here. I’m going to grab a quick shower in the guest room and then I’ll start breakfast. I’ll leave your jeans and shirt on the bed. Get dressed, and when you come out we’ll eat and then go. I know the horses are ready for some exercise, and so am I.” Slapping her on her bare ass, he pointed her to the shower.

  The slap on her ass reminded her of last night. What he had done was definitely not beating. She didn’t know what to call it. Maybe that was what he had been trying to tell her. The difference between what had happened and what she had thought was going to happen was huge. Last night had been the most erotic night of her life before she took those stupid clamps off. And that really wasn’t his fault, but he could have warned her.

  She wondered what had just happened. She had hoped they would play all day. Disappointed, Dottie took her first shower alone in two days. She never realized how lonely a shower could be. Hurrying through what she needed to do, she returned to the bedroom, a towel loosely wrapped around her, hoping Derek would be there and she could accidentally drop the towel and get him to play. Finding the room empty, she walked down the hall to the kitchen, still in the towel.

  Derek was standing with his back to her, cooking. Walking up to him, she dropped the towel and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Hey, lover,” she said in his ear, her voice low and gravely.

  Turning, he wrapped his arms around her and grabbed both her buttocks. “I thought I told you to get dressed. I will add that to the list of transgressions for this afternoon. Does my baby need a little relief this morning before we go for our ride?” he asked, nibbling on her neck as he lifted her onto the island in the middle of the room.

  Pulling her legs wide open and her bottom to the very edge of the surface, he leaned down and took her clit in his mouth. Licking, sucking and nipping t
he little bud, he brought her right to the edge. When she didn’t think she could take any more, he pulled back and stood her up.

  “Go get dressed now. And no more topping from the bottom. If you’re good for the rest of the morning, I’ll tell you what that means later and I’ll let you come later.” He grinned wickedly and sent her off with a pinch and twist to her right nipple.

  Muttering to herself, Dottie stomped down the hall. She knew what to do about this. If he didn’t want to take care of her, she had been single for a long time. She could handle this on her own.