Chapter Two.
“Morning Amelia.”
Once again, I wave and smile at the security guard as I enter the place I call home for most of the day. My heels click on the polished marble floor as I make my way to my office. A few people call out ‘hello’ and I just smile and nod.
Washington. The capital of power and guardian of secrets. Nothing is what it seems, and the place is shrouded in cloaks and mirrors. All around me the country is controlled. Not just this country either—the world.
The men and women within these walls hold the greatest power in the land. Lives are made or ruined as a result of just one signature from a person with much to gain and even more to lose. It’s all a game and one that you can’t afford to lose.
These people leave their conscience at the door right next to their scruples. This place is not for the faint-hearted and it’s like an addictive drug to everyone within its sinful walls. It runs on money and power and is fuelled by greed.
Stepping inside the elevator I press the button for the top floor. I am not alone. All around me are my co-workers. People like me who strive to make it to the top by any means possible. Trust no one and be everybody’s friend. These are the unwritten rules that you break at your peril.
The elevator reaches the top floor and I leave along with the rest of them. One by one we disappear into our little boxes that make up the fabric of this immense building. The White House.
I reach my office, or I should say, the office belonging to my boss, Senator Scott Parker. He is one of the most powerful men in the land that makes up the closest band of brothers to the President himself. He is invaluable to the Commander-in-Chief and that means we are extremely busy. I am his assistant, PA, call it what you like, he’s a demanding boss and there’s no room for complacency in our relationship.
One of the other assistants smiles and laughs softly.
“You’re a little late today, Amelia. Did you oversleep?”
I shake my head and laugh.
“Something like that, Didi?”
I gesture towards the large oak door in front of me.
“Is he in yet?”
Didi frowns.
“I’m afraid so, Amelia. There’s no hiding today.”
My heart sinks. Now I’m late and it won’t go down well at all. Didi sees the anxiety in my eyes and looks at me with sympathy.
“It may not be that bad. He has a lot on his mind, what with his wedding and all. Just hold onto the thought that in two days’ time we will be free—for two weeks at least.”
I smile but my heart feels empty. Two days that can’t come quickly enough for me.
I smile at Didi with a confidence that deserted me long ago. Grabbing the Michelson file, I head towards the door in front of me, trying to quell the nervous butterflies that appear to be consuming my body. With a deep breath, I plaster my business face on and knock loudly. I hear a gruff, “Come in.” So, I push the door open and walk briskly into the room.
All around me is wealth and privilege. Wood paneling hugs the walls and the deep plush carpet sinks beneath my feet. The smell is one hundred percent masculine and oozes power. I walk purposefully towards the man who I love to hate. The man who I answer to and controls me like a puppet on a string.
Senator Scott Parker. The son of Emerson Parker, one of Washington’s finest Senators and part of the inner sanctum of the Washington elite. Scott, his son was always destined for greatness—after all, it’s in his genes. His rise was fast and now he sits on the right-hand side of the President himself. He is largely tipped to hold the great office himself one day and I don’t doubt for a second that he will. In two days’ time, he will marry Shelby Barrington, daughter of the Barrington’s of Washington. Another hugely powerful Washington dynasty, merging the two together and creating one super couple.
He doesn’t look up and I shift nervously on my feet. His head is bent as he looks at a letter on his desk. Scott Parker is one good looking son of a bitch and he knows it. His sandy colored hair is neatly styled and his chiseled jaw offsets classic good looks. He is a hard man who has been ruthless in the pursuit of his dream. He is Washington’s darling and the subject of many a woman’s fantasies. Like everything in his life his working career has been cushioned with privilege and rather than clawing his way to the top, he was born there.
He looks up suddenly and I almost catch my breath as I see the ice blazing from his incredible blue eyes. His manner is cold and I see the irritation on his face as he looks at me with disapproval.
I can feel myself squirming and will myself to maintain a calm head and face him with indifference.
He leans back in his seat and just looks at me for what seems like an eternity before saying harshly.
“You’re late, Amelia.”
I feel my stomach flip and answer coolly.
“I’m sorry, sir. The train was delayed.”
Shaking his head, he says in a low voice.
“You know I don’t tolerate lateness.”
I swallow—hard.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll work through my lunch hour to make up for it.”
He stares at me and I see the excitement flicker in his eyes as he says in a low, threatening, voice.
“You know what happens to naughty girls who are late.”
I nod and he grins.
“I told you not to be late and now you will suffer the consequences - Amelia.”
My name drips from his tongue like honey on a viper. I shift awkwardly, hating the excitement that is raging through my body as he undresses me with his eyes.
The spell is broken as the phone rings and he grabs it whilst holding my gaze.
“Yes?”
He listens and then says gruffly.
“Fine, I’ll keep the line free.”
As he replaces the receiver he beckons me over.
“I’m expecting a call from the President. You need to be punished for your lateness but I don’t have time now.”
He nods towards the phone and beckons me over.
“Come here and finish what you started.”
I nod and swallow hard. He watches as I advance and drop the file on his desk. Licking my lips nervously I sink to the floor on my knees before him. He places his hand on the top of my head and my body melts at the contact.
As the phone rings, I move my hand to his zipper and free the beast straining to get out.
As Scott Parker takes the call from the President, I take him in my mouth. With one hand on my head, he speaks into the phone, thrusting his dick inside. I suck him and tease him and marvel at how he can keep a steady voice whilst he talks to the man with the most power in the world. As he speaks I go to work, just how he likes it. On my knees and subservient to my master.
This man is controlling, hard and ruthless. He owns me, mind, body and soul and is a hard master. In two days’ time, he will marry another but I won’t be off the hook as a result. I will still expect the morning call and the demands during the day. I will still be required to follow him around the world as his PA and perform whatever duty he desires. He will continue to send me over the edge with ecstasy and control my heart and mind. He will still own every part of me and keep me imprisoned in my own wanton desire. I need this man face fucking me so vigorously because without him I am nothing. My body betrays me at every opportunity and my head hates every moment of it. I am at war with myself and can’t see a way out of my own private hell.
In two days’ time, however. I will escape.
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