Page 7 of The President's Passion
“You’re free to leave whenever you want,” I say. “You won’t be charged for your crimes, I promise you that.”
Her face lights up in pleasant surprise but I smirk when I catch that hint of disappointment. “B...but I thought you wanted to keep me here so that you could do rude things to me.”
Dragging a breath, I sit behind my desk and clasp my hands. “I’m the head of the state. A man of morals. How do you think it would look if I kept a young girl here in order to knock her up? What kind of a message would that send to my people?”
“That you’re a man operating on your basic instinct.” She bites her lip. “And that you’re absolutely insane.”
“Exactly. Jackie, you’re a free girl. I won’t stop you if you try to leave.”
Jackie looks crestfallen, almost as if she doesn’t believe me but then she slowly nods, turning her back to me and I add,
“Before you go, I need you to remove your gown.”
She tenses, glancing at me in surprise. “What for?”
Flexing my jaw, I reply. “One of the agents put his knee on your lower back when he held you down. I need to make sure he didn’t bruise you.”
“He didn’t.”
“Let me be the judge of that,” I hiss and she squirms. “Please. I would find it soothing seeing with my own eyes you’re not in pain.”
Something sweet flashes in her gaze. “This is you being kind and caring for me,” she murmurs and I nod.
“This is me being very kind.” I lean forward. “Take it off.”
Chewing on her lower lip, she nods. “Yes, Mr. President...”
Between my teeth, I let out a groan. There’s that compliance I could kill for and receiving it feels so much sweeter when I know how naturally defiant she is. With her back to me, she slowly pulls the straps down and I stop breathing when more of her golden skin is revealed. If I’d known she existed out there, I would’ve stayed awake day and night, searching for her until I toppled from exhaustion.
My body strains as she continues and I wonder if she’s being excruciatingly slow on purpose to torment me a little. Trying to take my life wasn’t enough, now she’s trying to take my sanity...Gritting my teeth I lean closer, eyes shuddering and I wish I was close enough to reach my tongue out and lick that priceless skin.
Her breathing becomes louder in the room, her hands appearing to be overly soft while she pulls the gown down as if she doesn’t have enough strength and is feeling weak. The lights from outside, shine on her and I’ve never felt more powerful than now.
Alone with something that centers my entire existence and gives it the spin of my life.
“Hurry up,” I grit when she’s too slow and she twitches.
“Oh, but Went...,” she pants, “the dress is stuck...”
“Tear it apart before I do it myself,” I growl, stirring and her shoulders rise and fall with her breaths as she pulls the gown farther down past her ribs, past her snatched waist and she lets it linger on her lower back.
No bruising.
At least now I’ll let the agent live. Leaning forward even more until my torso digs into the desk, I pant, “All the way down. Let it pool on the carpet.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal...”
“Don’t I deserve something nice in return for not keeping you a prisoner here?”
She begins trembling and with a cry, she yanks the gown down. I let out a snarl, my nails digging into the wood and this is why I chose to sit behind the desk. I’d lunge at her if there was nothing in between us and my muscles strain, eyes rolling back.
Nothing but a thong covers her plump ass cheeks, the fabric a red neon. When her cheeks clench, I groan and since she’s not wearing a bra, I know she’s naked at the front. I’d kill to be able to see her prissy little lumps...squeeze them in my hands and roll them between my fingers.
“Remove the thong,” I plead. “Give me just one proper look at that ass to help me breathe.”
Letting out a hiss, she hooks her fingers into the fabric, shimmying it down her full hips and I squirm in my chair, feeling as if my brain is about to blow and stain the room for all eternity. “Slap it for me...,” I pant, my throat drier than a slice of paper and she gasps in surprise but then she gives it one stingy slap, letting out a cry as if it was too much for her.
The skin quivers and her cheeks jingle like two globes whose explorer I crave to be. Two, trembling halves and I want to be in the center.