Page 142 of Pervade London
The PM was reading from that folder now, his familiar voice sounding eloquent as he practiced his speech, readying it to deliver to Parliament when the time came.
After several minutes, James drew my attention back on him. “You’re nice and wet.” He patted my pussy to show his approval.
My thighs shaking from tension, I tried to focus, tried not to shiver through this intense arousal wetting his hand.
James continued to stare straight ahead, listening intently to the speech, nodding occasionally, narrowing his gaze as though focusing in on a phrase or a word.
Drawing in a sharp breath, I ran through my options. There were none, not really. I needed to obey this man and please him, so I could prove that my promise was authentic…so I could stay.
Leaning back, I spread my thighs wider, our dirty secret concealed by the high-backed seats in front of us.
“Good girl,” he said softly.
Waiting…
And waiting…
“James.”
“Patience.”
With a dry mouth, I held my pose as my humiliation rose. Yet I was painfully aroused, my clit throbbing deliciously beneath the pressure of his touch, my muscles aching for relief.
Finally, his firm fingers trailed along my folds, exploring, opening, teasing…causing my breathing to hitch. My body went rigid and my internal muscles clenched when he slid in, beginning a slow, steady finger-fucking.
“So wet,” he teased.
“For you.”
“Silence.” He pressed the base of his palm against my clit to emphasize his point.
With my teeth embedded in my bottom lip, I tried to endure the pleasure quietly, tried not to grind my pelvis against his hand now that it had found its steady rhythm, my right hand clutching the end of the seat to hold on through this erotic punishment.
All the while the cheerless words flowed from below.
Familiar…
The PM emphasized each sentence as he read from the page before him.
“Even one life is too high a price to pay. We know this, we feel it in our souls as profoundly as we comprehend it. However, the winds of change have turned against our allies and we are again reminded of our profound history. And, like before, when we refused to bow to tyranny, or cower in the face of evil, we took action. We refused to allow our allies to crumble beneath savage attacks, from savage people.”
Thiswas James’ speech.
“We cannot expect our brothers and sisters, our allies, to endure this on their own. We cannot abandon them. We will not abandon them. It is with a heavy heart but a strong heart no less, that I say…we must do what is good, what is right, what is honorable…”
It was the same speech James had written in the helicopter. The same one he’d read out loud to us. These thoughts and others filled my mind as I rose and rose and rose into the stratosphere, hovering near an orgasm as James’ fingers expertly manipulated me.
“I’ll only come when you say,” I said breathlessly, barely holding on. I knew this would please him. This was what he’d meant when he’d asked for my submission.
James’ fingers delved deeper. “You’ll wait until the end of the speech, understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I bit my lip, trying to endure the intense longing for release.
His thumb joined the fray and rubbed my clit with lightning speed. “You’re exquisite. Was it Xavier’s idea for you to go pantiless?”
“Mine.”
“Why?”
