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Authors: Alex Elliott
Tags: #EROTICA, #BDSM, #SENATOR EROTICA, #POLITCAL EROTICA
SEDUCED BY THE STRANGER (Dirty Little Secrets, #1) (3 page)
And sure, there are those constituents who really care. Voters who aren’t interested in owning our souls and trying to turn us into political marionettes.
Those people, step right up. I, like my other esteemed congressmen seated here, have plenty of staffers and interns to deal with voters—their questions, calls, emails. And the ton of letters that arrive each and every day. For one moment—one night I’m putting aside that political B.S.
Walking away from the table, I see the girl move to the side of the dance floor. Fuck me flying! Is she leaving...? I lengthen my strides comparable to how I’m lengthening in my trousers. When I reach her, I say the first thing I noticed—not what I’m actually thinking, “You’re quite a dancer.”
The material of her dress stretches over her chest, molding tightly to her tits, and I imagine sucking each erect nipple into my mouth as I fist her hair, and after I’ve thoroughly spanked her ass. God, to stain her cheeks with a paddle or a cane... On that thought, my cock turns to forged steel inside my pants.
She thanks me, her eyes—fuck I’ve never seen eyes that crystal color, and it’s my turn to say something. Do something. Come up with a plan that goes beyond trading stares. I’ve got to move us away from the line of sight from the table, and when she agrees to come talk to me, I can’t resist but touch her. Tug her. And the feel of her satin smooth skin has my nerve endings relaying a message that she’s too young...too innocent for what I hunger for. Too perfect and that’s the problem.
“Who the heck are you?” she asks me.
Moment of truth. I’m going with honesty. “Your worst nightmare.”
When she promises I’m not, I wonder what’s she been through. No one this pristine should be touched by darkness. I should step away and leave her be, but fuck I can’t. Not if my insane life depended on it.
I move us into the hall and I lay out the edge of what I want. A tiny morsel. A kiss. She agrees and I tell myself to go slow, but hell when our lips touch, I thrust my tongue all the way inside her mouth, threading my fingers in her silky mane, and pull—yank her hair. The exquisite feeling of owning her mouth has me ravenous for more. Holy hell, I’m ready to unzip my pants and have her ride me in this hall. In fucking public.
I command her, “Open for me. All the way.”
In reality the door within my Dom self has burst off its hinges and I’ve got to have her. In sixty seconds, I crave her like a drug, worse like the answer to a curse. One I possess and she’s the one who will break it apart. Break me apart! I know sampling this girl is as dangerous as it will be satisfying. I haven’t traced the edge of something this sharp...something this eviscerating...NEVER.
“Please,” she begs me in a siren’s voice that reverberates in my brain. Her tone, the softness she offers I hunger to devour.
“You can’t imagine the things we could do,” I murmur against her ear. “The way you’d feel if you gave yourself to me.”
I’m out of my head. Insane to possess this girl and when she gives me a snappy answer, I turn her around, prepared to show her how she can expect to be treated when she disobeys me. Lifting her dress, I stare at her perfect ass. And I do mean perfect. Firm, round, and I separate her cheeks, imagining how I’d feel with my hard-on thrusting into her.
“How old are you?” I ask and she tells me old enough with her fresh mouth. Between gritted teeth, I remind her that’s no answer.
I close my eyes, seeking the strength not to cave and fuck her up against this wall when every cell in my body demands that I take her.
Own her.
Bite her.
Mark her.
Make certain she understands how good, how extreme, how complete what I offer can be...if she submits to my every desire. In truth, she’ll own me in how much I hunger to possess her.
Well fuuuuck! Again, she contradicts me and again, I’m closer to the point of no return. Her fresh remarks are pure friction, leveraging my libido against my self-control. I lean over, cupping her ass, pumping my cock between her cheeks, and ignore my need to make sure she’s legal age. If she’s nineteen or twenty, this won’t work. Over and over I slide up against her ass, skimming my fingers down between her cheeks, and stopping short of touching her pussy.
If I do, there’s no stopping me. I’m so close to freeing my rod and slamming into her.
Fuck, I don’t even have a condom handy!
Without knowing if she’s legal age, one slip...one fall, and there goes my political career. With the Veep offering me a spot on her campaign ticket, I can’t risk a scandal. And being in this hall is career crushing enough. I lower this woman’s dress and step back...both figuratively and literally. I admit she and I would make a pair and as I do, I see how fucked up this is if I take her in public. So many shades beyond scandal—if she realizes who I am, she’d ruin me with the truth. I can walk away now, and what could she say? We shared a kiss. That’s not exactly headline news.
I’m harder than titanium and carnal instinct imbues me with an unshakable sense of how good it would be to bury my cock inside her over and over. Raking my fingers through my hair, I nod as the tendons knot in my neck and shoulders. “Guess we got carried away,” I say...or some line of total bullshit.
She looks up at me with the face of an angel and I’m slipping...fast. I need this girl. Why? I don’t fucking have a clue!
If I don’t say something incredibly asinine, I’m going to back her up, into the corner, and that’s it. I’ll fuck her until she screams and comes all over my cock.
I admit this is a career
MISTAKE
. I say the word aloud, and inwardly curse myself. She’s upset—probably hurt, and I want to reach out, smooth away what she feels. Get her naked, feed my hunger, and then take care of her. Hold her until the first rays of dawn burst apart the darkness in my soul, reflected in the sky and then do it all again. Over. Over. And Over.
Instead, I watch her turn on her lovely heel, and walk way. Best
mistake
I ever let go of I keep repeating, not that it’s helpful. I’m not a complete prick...just the unnamed running mate for the position as Vice President of the United States.
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’m not new to writing, but I am new to writing dark political erotica that crisscrosses genres. I go by the name of Alex Elliott. What can I say? I’m a born dreamer. Twister of the truth. Business owner in the field of engineering. I’ve worked in D.C.—hell yeah! What’s important to me? Family foremost. Friends. And the next horizon.
Thanks for reading this story. It’s been one helluva journey in writing and researching. Did this kind of romance resonate with you? There’s more to come. If you have an opinion, let me know. Thanks, if you post a review—the crazier, more off-the-wall the better!
