Page 8 of The Deceived

My lips graze against her skin briefly, then I nip at her lightly with my teeth, much lighter than I’d prefer. I watch as her pale skin turns pink.

I don’t want to scare her. She’s young. Maybe too young but I know she’s here of her own accord and is of legal age. The Manor makes certain of it. But still, I think she needs a comforting hand. Something about her seems almost familiar but that’s ridiculous because I don’t know anyone that’s her age.

I brush those thoughts away as her moans of approval surround us within the confines of the shower before I lean back in, nip her neck again and suck the delicate flesh. My eyes shut as her pulse thrums against my lips.

Fuck.My dick is so hard, it’s painful. I haven’t wanted a woman this much in a very long time. The noises coming from her reverberate through me and go straight to my cock. This beautiful, much too young for me, woman has me ready to fuck her right here in the shower but it is not part of my plans.

No, not at all. Because tonight, is not only about pleasing her. Tonight, I get to forget Governor Dean and just be Rex Dean. And Rex Dean hasn’t gotten to fuck like he’s wanted to in a long goddamn time. I want to make this woman come in a hundred different ways, and what better time to start than now.

I drag my fingers through her slick flesh and since I already know she is wet and ready for me, I give her clit a little pinch. She gasps and bucks, clenching her thighs together, trapping my hand on her pussy and I know with just that one touch, she will be so fucking responsive. That makes my cock grow even harder.

“Spread your legs, Winter.” I practically growl the command. She whimpers softly as I stroke her but she obeys beautifully.

“Good girl.” I praise her by rubbing harder and faster.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m going to come.” Her declaration has me working hard, moving my fingers faster but she still isn’t close enough to the edge for me.

“Come on my fingers,” I order as the need to drive her pleasure stirs something long dead within me. An old craving that I thought lay dormant. Something I’m not fully ready to recognize just yet.

She bites her plump bottom lip between her teeth and I focus on the way her perfect lip contorts with the motion. Her cheeks are reddened, her pale hair has darkened from the water and her dark eye makeup is streaming down her face in rivulets.

“Fuck.” I groan as I try to reign in my desire for her which is growing exponentially harder to fight by the second. I’m struggling for a semblance of control as my cock jerks behind the confines of my jeans. This overwhelming urge to possess her, and the beautiful goddamned mess that she’s become, is consuming my mind.

And there it is, the part of me that has been dormant; that I thought I’d long buried. The part of me that must remain locked away for the Honorable Governor Dean to exist. The part of me that loves to watch pretty things break.

My wet shirt is becoming heavy with water but I don’t let that stop me as I raise my arm and clutch her throat. She gasps as my grip tightens slightly; her black make-up smeared eyes widen. She bites her fucking lip and that’s all I can take before I shove my tongue into her mouth.

We’re a mess, a violent tempest pushing and tugging against one another; a tangle of limbs and grunts; each fighting to be in control but that just won’t do. I am always in charge and the sooner she learns that fact, the better. I break our kiss and squeeze her throat tighter.

“My little storm.” I nip her bottom lip, pressing my teeth into her soft flesh for a brief second before releasing it. “The sooner you realize how this works; the happier we’ll both be. I am in charge of your pleasure. I will tell you how to come. I will tell you when to come. Do you understand?”

My blood hums beneath the surface of my skin with newfound excitement. My cock is rock fucking hard as it presses against my water-logged pants. I’m fighting hard for control of her, control of this situation, control of my fucking self because I’m about to come in my pants like a teenager seeing tits for the first time. It’s been far too long since I’ve indulged in my dominant tendencies.

Being the Governor I can’t fuck just anyone. If the press catches wind, then it’s front-page news. I definitely can’t indulge in my darker tastes. That makes The Manor the perfect place for me to unleash these old locked-up desires. The public doesn’t want a politician that enjoys dominating women.

Winter whimpers as my fingers pinch her clit while I give her throat a gentle squeeze.

“When I ask you a question, Winter I expect an answer.”

“Fuck.” She moans, her eyes nearly rolling back before closing. “I understand. Let me come.”

Her defiance is damn erotic. “That’s not how you answer me and that’s not how you get to come.” She’s pushing my fucking boundaries and I fucking love it.

Her eyes fly open and turn into angry slits. “What the hell do you want me to do?”

I practically growl, a low rumbling sound in my throat emerges in answer to her tone. My grip tightens even more on her throat and my other hand squeezes her swollen clit tighter. Her tiny whimper fuels my desire for her.

I’m going to come in my fucking pants.

Trying to keep some semblance of composure, I respond. “Sir. You may call me Sir and you will ask me kindly what it is that I want you to do. Is that understood, Winter?”

She huffs before replying; “Yes.” But it quickly turns into a moan as she moves her pussy back and forth against my fingers, her clit still trapped within my grip.

I allow her to have her way this time and make note that any future encounters with this young woman will be vastly different.

A loud knock sounds at the entrance to the suit, pulling my attention unwillingly away from Winter.

“Governor Dean, it’s urgent.”

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