Matthew
There was an undertone of evilness in Kayla after we returned from Chicago. I knew it had been precipitated by me bringing her in front of the media, at first, and I hated it. I didn’t like that the sweet girl I had once known now seemed so devoid of emotions. But then I realized that she was just acting like I was and having a woman devoid of some emotion wasn’t exactly a bad thing.
I had spent my life with women who got so wrapped up in the emotion of events that they couldn’t stop and see the logic of things. I really liked how logical Kayla already was and the idea that she could squash her emotions was very appealing to me.
Kayla was right about one important factor, I needed to get the Vice President nomination and not Senator Masson. He was first in line for the position, but the controversy surrounding his mismanagement of funds in the Senate Arms Committee hadn’t been enough. The President was still considering Masson for the position and I wasn’t even the second choice. We had a lot of work to do if we were going to get me anywhere near the White House.
Now that official word had come that the Vice President had been killed, it was time for Kayla and I to really get to work. There wasn’t any time to waste if we were going to get me into a decent position and closer to the oval office.
“Where did he die?” Kayla asked as we woke up late in the morning after we heard the news.
I held my finger up to my mouth to quiet her. I still felt like we might be under some sort of surveillance. I reached over and flipped the radio on so we could whisper and discuss things without the threat of being heard; just in case, we were being monitored.
“Las Vegas. Apparently he was at a legal brothel there and instigated a fight with some men and got himself shot.”
It didn’t really matter if someone was listening to this part of the conversation. We were simply talking about the news. But I didn’t want our conversations to sound too suspicious as we went from talking normally to talking in a whisper sometimes.
“That doesn’t seem like something the Vice President would do,” Kayla whispered.
“You obviously don’t know the man very well. He enjoys his alcohol and the company of women very much.”
“But he’s the Vice President. It’s just crazy.”
“Have you learned nothing in your time with me? Men can’t control themselves at all when it comes to beautiful women.”
I reached my hand under the covers and started to fondle Kayla. Her soft skin felt like home to me and I wanted to stay right there in bed with her all day long.
Her eyes closed and she pulled in a long deep breath and then let out a delightful moan as my hand moved to her wetness. That was all it took before I totally forgot our political strategy conversation and decided we had plenty of time to play before getting ready for the meeting at the White House.
“I’ve learned a lot from you,” Kayla said breathlessly as my tongue moved around on her body.
“I’m going to make you beg me to stop,” I whispered.
“I won’t beg you.”
She made me laugh. Kayla was this mix of tough girl and sweet girl now. She had grown into this new mix over the months I had known her. She certainly didn’t like it when I said anything that would make her think I thought she was weak.
“You’ll just let me torture you with my tongue and never ask me to stop?”
“Nope, you can torture me as long as you’d like.”
“What if I don’t let you feel the release you want?”
“I’m still not begging you for anything,” Kayla said as she grabbed onto my hair and held it tightly.
She guided my mouth back to her wetness and pressed me into her. It was at that moment I realized, Kayla liked the idea of being in control. She finally appeared to be comfortable with me when we were naked and I loved that she was exerting some of her own sexual control.
My cock throbbed with the new knowledge that Kayla was just as control hungry as I was. Just Kayla was new to her urges. She hadn’t developed them over years of political service. Her urges had been forced on her by my actions. But I took pride in her changes and welcomed everything she had to dish out.
My mouth moved diligently against her and I felt her body as it built up with excitement. She wanted to cum, I could tell by how her inner thighs tightened. She wanted to scream out with the pleasure I delivered to her. So I decided to test her ‘no begging’ theory and I stopped moving my tongue and started to kiss her inner thigh and move down her leg.
Kayla humored me for a little bit as she allowed my kisses to explore her body. But soon she was done humoring me and she was done waiting for me to deliver the orgasm that her body craved. Kayla didn’t give in to me and beg me, though, oh no; she had much more interesting plans to get what she wanted.
She gently pushed me over onto my back and started to play with my raging hard cock. Her hand slid up and down the shaft as her eyes looked at me with a longing I hadn’t seen in a very long time. I prepared myself to be ridden by my beauty, oh how I loved to watch her bounce up and down on my hardness.
Kayla climbed between my legs and spread them wide; similar to how I liked to spread her open. Then with one swift movement she had her mouth around my cock and her hand holding my delicate balls. I felt exposed and vulnerable; more vulnerable than I had ever felt with Kayla. She had been wronged by me that was for sure, now she literally had my most vulnerable body part right in her fingers.
“Be careful,” I whispered.
In retrospect, that was probably the worst thing I could have said.
Kayla squeezed me and I felt the pain of her hand around my sensitive manhood. At first, I was shocked and pulled away. But as her mouth continued to thrust up and down my shaft and the pain didn’t increase; I tried to relax a little.
Her firm pressure on my sensitive sac felt good, in a weird and dangerous way. She could easily have squeezed just a tiny bit more and caused me true torturous pain; luckily she didn’t. I had never been one of those guys who got off when pain was involved, but I had to admit the moment was pretty damn sexy.
Kayla was just trying to prove to me that I was vulnerable, even if I didn’t think I was. Her point came through crystal clear.