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“As we go in here please remember that they don’t mean anything harmful by their comments. They sometimes say things that are weird and I’m sorry in advance if they offend you,” I said to Matthew as we walked down the hallway toward my father’s hospital room.
“Kayla, it will be fine. I have a family too you know.”
I didn’t think Matthew truly understood the difference between his family and mine, but it was too late to turn back now. He had gone to a lot of trouble to bring me home and I was grateful that I would get to at least tell my father I loved him. No matter what our past was like, I didn’t want him to think I didn’t love him.
Matthew grabbed my hand just before we went into the room. His grip was firm and his eyes looked deep into mine.
“You got this,” Matthew said as he opened the door and guided me into the room.
I walked in ahead of Matthew and let go of his hand as I walked in. I certainly didn’t want my mother and father to know that there was anything going on between Matthew and I. To them he was just Senator Storm. They knew his father and liked the family, but only on a public level; my parents had never been involved much in politics.
“Sweetheart you’re here early,” My mother exclaimed as she jumped up to hug me.
“Hi, Momma.”
“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here. Looks who’s here honey, it’s Michaela. She came home all the way from Washington D.C.”
As I looked at my father lying in the bed, I quickly realized he wasn’t the same man I had grown up with. The man in the bed was barely able to respond and only looked at me as I came toward him.
I leaned down and hugged him tight.
“Daddy I love you,” I said as I continued to hold onto him.
He wasn’t able to hug me back and I didn’t feel any reaction at all so I pulled away. But as I looked back at him I saw a small tear at the corner of his eye and a look of sadness I had never seen before. I was instantly very happy that I had come home to see him. My heart felt healed from the fight that my father and I had had a few months before. I finally felt like there as some closure to the anger that had gone on between us.
I turned to look for Matthew so I could introduce him, but he hadn’t come into the room with me. I decided we would just catch up later, Matthew was kind enough to give me some time alone with my family and I appreciated that.
“You look so skinny Michaela; don’t they have food in Washington?” My mother teased me.
The truth was that I had gained about 15 pounds throughout college and had only recently lost it. The combination of working so hard and always wanting to look good for Matthew had me eating much healthier than I ever had. Plus, although I wasn’t the type of person to ever set foot in a gym; I had been doing a lot of horizontal cardio in the previous weeks.
“Mom, I’m eating and doing well. Thank you for worrying.”
“You know I love you so much and your father too. We are really proud of you for all that you are doing in Washington. Even if we don’t show it much, I tell all of our friends about my famous daughter and her work with Senator Storm.”
“I’m not famous Mom, but thanks; and I love you too.”
My mother had always been the sweetest woman I knew. She was constantly giving compliments and building me up throughout my life. It was such a struggle for me to understand why such a kind and loving woman had stayed with my father; a very unkind man.
Sometimes I wanted to just grab her and pull her away from him. I wanted to show her what a happy life would look like. But deep down I knew she would never leave him. He was old and sick and she was going to stick with him until he took his very last breath.
“Did I hear my name being called?” Matthew said as he slid into the room.
He must have been just outside the door waiting for me, which was nice of him. I was happy to have a distraction from my mother’s worry. I loved her so very much, but she did worry about me a lot. I suspected it was because she never got to worry about anything else in her life. My father had spent so much time being in charge of their life that my mother often just did as she was told. As my father got ill, it was the first time I had seen some real emotion from my mother. She had spent her entire life trying to hide her feelings and was finally able to speak about the.
“Oh, my lord. You’re the Senator,” my Mother said as she fumbled to find the words she wanted to use. She started to cry with excitement, which I couldn’t remember ever seeing in my mother before.
“Hello, Mrs. Wilson, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Matthew said as he shook my mother’s hand. “You too Mr. Wilson,” Matthew said as he went to my Father’s bed and gently squeezed his hand.
It was a kind gesture to go to my father as well as my mother; it was things like that which made me like Matthew more and more.
“Mr. Storm flew me home on his private jet so I could get to you right away Daddy.”
“That was very nice of you Senator Storm, how could we ever repay you?” My Mother said as she shook his hand again.
“No need to repay anything your daughter has been a gift to me in Washington this year. I really do not know how I would be getting by right now if I didn’t have her as my assistant.”
“Michaela, you got promoted? That is so wonderful!”
“Mom, it isn’t a big deal. I’m doing a lot more work for hardly any more money. I’m just a glorified copy girl,” I said to downplay my involvement in Matthew’s success.
“You are too modest baby,” My Mother said as she cupped my face in her hands.
I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even look at Matthew while she did this. Instead, I looked my mother straight in the eyes and just smiled. That is what a good daughter was supposed to do; just smile.
My father was so sick, though, I couldn’t stand to stay in the room with him much longer. He couldn’t talk and hardly moved at all. It was so difficult for me. My heart wanted to stay for a little longer, but I really did need to get away from the hospital and catch my breath. Coming home had been much more emotional than I, though.
“Mom, Mathew and I are going to go get some breakfast, would you like us to bring you anything back?”
The words left my mouth before I could stop them and I looked at Matthew’s eyes as they widened in shock. I had just called him Matthew instead of Mr. Storm or Senator Storm. Luckily my mother either didn’t notice or pretended not to notice.
“Yes, honey that would be nice, could you get me some pancakes, please?”
“Of course. I’ll also get you a nice big cup of orange juice.”
I kissed my mother and then walked out of the room as quickly as I could. I heard Matthew stay behind and say goodbye, but I couldn’t quite hear what he said to my mother because I was too busy walking down the hall to get away as quickly as possible.
“You can slow down now if you’d like,” Matthew said as he caught up to me at the elevators.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. What did she say?” I winced.
“I just told her that I kept things casual at the office and everyone was on a first name basis there. I wished your father well and again told your mother what a true professional you were.”
“Oh bullshit, you did not say all of that! You weren’t even in there that long.”
Matthew just smiled at me he definitely had not said all of that, but I could tell he wasn’t going to tell me what he actually said. I was also too tired and hungry to care very much. My emotions were on edge, I had only slept two hours, and I couldn’t even remember the last meal I had eaten. It was time to rest a little and then I would go back and sit with my father later in the afternoon.
“Where are we heading? Sally’s?”
Sally’s was the best little diner in that area and the only place that had breakfast all day long. You could also get a steak or a burger any time of the day there as well. But I hadn’t seen a person show up at eight o’clock in the morning dying for a burger before.
“Of course.”
We found a booth in the back and both turned to watch the television that had a breaking story coming across. The face on the screen was of Senator Masson and I stopped cold at the edge of the booth as I listened for the story.
Matthew looked on as well, but he seemed much less worried about what the story had to say than I did. In fact, he started to look through the menu while the newscasters did their lead-in to the story.
“Breaking news out of Washington D.C., Senator George Mason is under investigation for laundering money from the Senate Arms Committee. This is a new emerging story and we will give you more information as it becomes available,” the news broadcaster said.
I turned to look at Matthew, who wasn’t even looking at the television at all. He seemed so nonchalant as he glanced through the menu.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” I asked.
“The french toast here is amazing,” Matthew said as he refused to look up from the menu.
“I’m not stupid Matthew. You just had me go on a no holds barred campaign to get that man elected as the Speaker of the House and now this is going on? There is no way you didn’t know about this. Why wouldn’t you have told me?”
Matthew put his menu down slowly and looked up at me. His face seemed oddly happy as he searched for the words that he wanted to say to me.
“I am a Senator. I am privy to information that others are not. I did not feel it was either necessary or warranted to give you that information.”
His eyes were colder than I remembered ever seeing them and his tone equally as cold. It was odd to watch him speak to me like that. I would have preferred him to yell and scream like he did back at his office. The cool and calm anger that was under his voice seemed eerie and scary to me.
“You could have told me if you wanted to,” I said as I picked up the menu and started to look for what I wanted to eat.
There was no arguing with Matthew, I had learned that very well over the last few months with him. He had his opinion on how things needed to be done and it was mostly his opinion that he followed. A few times he allowed me the privilege of having some input, but those times were few and far between.
Mathew chose not to continue the conversation further and we both spent the bulk of our breakfast just eating and ignoring each other. My heart pounded as I thought back to the day I had been with Senator Masson in his office. My legs spread opened and his mouth on my center. It had been a mistake for sure, but I suspected that Senator Masson didn’t think so. He probably thought of it as a conquest to add to his notch of other young women he had played with outside of his marriage.
“I’m sorry,” Matthew said quietly after we paid the bill and started to walk out of the restaurant.
It was quiet enough that I had to think for a second to register what he had just said. He wasn’t the kind of guy to apologize, yet he had done so with me on a couple occasions. I felt like he was honestly trying to make an effort and I appreciated it.
“Thanks.”
“I’ve got us a room at the Embassy Suites across from the hospital. Would you like to get some sleep before we go back and visit your father again later?”
“Would it be alright if I went back alone tonight?”
Matthew seemed perplexed by the question. I couldn’t exactly figure out why he would want to come back to the hospital with me. My father couldn’t talk or move much and my mother would likely be home by then. There would be nothing for him to do but sit and watch me while I watched my father.
“I’d be fine with whatever you’d like, but I would like to come and support you. I don’t care how long we stay. One hour or all night long is fine with me.”
He smiled and grabbed my hand as we walked the final block to the hotel. It was a small gesture, yet large in one sense. We hadn’t publicly been together before. Even though it was only for about two minutes; my heart raced with excitement.
Matthew had a power over me that no other man had ever even come close to. He could smile at me or touch me and my body literally felt like it was melting. The electricity between us was insane and when I was apart from him, I often thought about him. Mostly I thought about how good it felt to be with him. Not just to be naked and in bed with him, but it genuinely felt good to have him near me.
I had started to have some doubts about what his plans were politically, but those doubts couldn’t damper the emotions and arousal I felt when he touched me. In fact, the mystery behind his political agenda just further fueled my deep desire to make Matthew mine.
“The same room? We are sharing?” I asked as we went up the elevator.
Matthew leaned against the side of the wall and just looked at me. He seemed to be keeping his distance on purpose and he also seemed to be keeping silent on purpose. As the door opened, he left the elevator quickly and walked down the hall so fast that I couldn’t catch up with him. Our room was all the way at the end of the hall and he had the door opened before I was even halfway down the hallway.
Our luggage was in the entry way of the massive room and I closed the door behind me as I walked in. There was a large living room and full kitchen in our suite, it certainly wasn’t anything I was use to at a hotel.
“Matthew,” I hollered out as I walked through the suite. “Matthew, where are you?”
Then suddenly, as I walked toward the bedroom, Matthew came up behind me and picked me up over his shoulder. In one quick motion, he carried me to the large king sized bed and dropped me onto it.
“That airplane did not allow me enough room to play with you like I wanted to,” he said as he stood there naked.
His throbbing cock pulsed as he looked at me on the bed. I could see the lust in his eyes and could only imagine all the dirty thoughts that he had in his head.
“Oh, really? What was it that you wanted to do with me?”
Matthew grabbed my legs and pulled me toward the end of the bed. He flipped me over and pulled my skirt all the way off of me to expose my ass.
“First, I need to spank you for saying my first name to your mother. You were so naughty,” Matthew teased me.
His voice was soft and playful and I felt more confused than ever before. Only a few minutes before when we were at the diner he had been so serious and stern with me. Well, I guess spanking me was also serious and stern.
I liked being with Matthew, it was easy with him. I trusted his hands on my body and didn’t have to question anything. It was like I could give up control and just let him bring me pleasure.
We had been together for a few months, I expected what was coming next, but I still wasn’t all that prepared. My body wanted him in every way possible, but my mind constantly fought back against the stern nature of our relationship.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me back up and off of the bed before he whispered in my ear.
“I want to hear you scream,” he said calmly.
There was a dangerous tone in his voice and I thought for a moment I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn’t allow it. My body wanted to scream with ecstasy. There was one thing I knew for sure about Matthew and that was he had a joy for feeling pleasure. Nothing he wanted to do would give pain, only pleasure; and I was perfectly willing to give that a try.
His thumb slid inside my tight ass to prepare me. I moaned out to try and relax my body. I had never done this before. I had never had a partner that was so willing to experiment with my limits of pleasure. I was excited. I pressed back against him in an effort to feel more.
“Do you like it?” Matthew said softly.
“Yes.”
“More?”
“Yes.”
“My cock?”
“Yes.”
I knew with that final ‘yes’ I was about to experience something I had joked and teased about for years with my girlfriends. It was finally going to happen and I was excited about it. I couldn’t wait to get to experience this sex act that everyone said was so taboo.
“I’m going to start slow, let me know if you need me to stop,” Matthew said as I felt his throbbing cock pressed against my back door.
The interesting thing was I felt the moment was extremely intimate. Which wasn’t at all what I thought of when I thought of anal sex. His cock pressed into me slow and I felt the pain, but also the intense pleasure that he delivered.
His hand was still on my hair and pulling on it, but he also had a hold of my shoulder and supported my body at just the right angle.
His hips moved slowly back and forth as he built up my tolerance for his large member. I moved with him. The feeling was intense and so pleasure filled that I couldn’t help but thrust my ass back toward him deeper and deeper.
“Oh, yes…” I moaned as the flush hot of my face leaned down and hit the soft bed.
Matthew let go of my hair and my body and let me lean over the bed to find a new angle that made me happy. He continued his slow motions and let me move my body against him until I felt comfortable.
“More?” He questioned.
“Yes.”
“Hard?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
I wanted to experience the porn movies I had seen. I wanted to feel the combination of pleasure and pain that made those women scream out in total bliss. I knew that Matthew could give me that experience. No matter what else was going on in my world, or his, I knew he could make me forget it all with a blissful orgasm.
His hands positioned themselves on my hips and I felt my body tense up in anticipation of the pain. But instead, I felt the pleasure intensify as his cock drove deep into me and I screamed out in delight.
“Oh, God! Fucking hell that’s intense.”
“More?” He asked to assure himself.
“Oh yes.”
My body pressed back in motion with his body and I felt the intense pleasure as it started in my center. Thrust after thrust he delivered and I tried to relax my body to let the orgasm take me away.
It was a different orgasm than I had ever experienced before. Typically orgasms only came to me when my clit was stimulated; they were quick but intense. This orgasm was much different. My body started to warm everywhere as I felt the buildup growing. Thrust after thrust I thought at any second I would totally explode with orgasm. But it took longer. More and more thrusts were delivered until it finally hit. I tightened everywhere and released the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced which was followed by a deep moaning grunt by Matthew as he finally released as well.
Emotionally, physically, I was exhausted. I didn’t have any sweet little comments to make. I didn’t have any energy to shower, or move for that matter. I collapsed onto the bed and crawled over to the other side and closed my eyes. Naked, on top of the covers, I fell asleep in exhaustion.