The first thing I see is Kelsey's hand slapping the woman's ass hard, who is partially leaning over the long marble sink. Kelsey's blonde hair falls over her forehead and her eyes stare into mine.
Her pupils are so dilated that the green of her irises is like a thin line. She bites her lower lip and looks me up and down. As if coming out of a trance, I see her grab the woman's hair harder as she stares at me and smiles crookedly.
“Don't look at her,” Kelsey says to her companion in a commanding tone. My gaze and hers remain locked. I have no idea what she's doing to me, but I'm unable to move a muscle toget out of there. Instead, I approach and lean my hip against the edge of the sink, only a few feet away from them. Without saying a word. She hits her again, harder, and the moan is almost a song in my ears.
“Are you enjoying this?”
I nod silently and bite my lower lip. Kelsey pulls the woman's hair tighter at the nape of her neck, and more moans echo.
“Come so she can see how much you loved being my bitch today,” she whispers in the woman's ear while staring at me. “I want you to keep your eyes closed.” She speaks in a firm, hoarse voice, and I feel a cynical, naughty smile spread across my face.
Over my shoulder, I watch the reflection in the mirror of the woman's mouth moaning with orgasm as her body contracts and relaxes against Kelsey's hands. Our eyes meet, and I can tell that the lust is so thick you could reach out and touch it. It is one of the most delicious scenes of control I've ever seen in my life.
I decide it's time to show who's boss and that, unlike that girl, I won't be dominated like that. I move closer to Kelsey, hold her chin, and let our lips draw closer.
As soon as we're millimeters apart, she bites her own lip and I smile broadly. I slide my mouth down her neck and tell her I'll wait for her for dinner. I leave the same way I came in. At least in the way I walk. Because mentally, I'm ecstatic.
Donald asks why I took so long, and I say it's women's stuff. I pose for some photos with the party's most important members on the main stage of the event and distribute smiles.
My eyes search for Kelsey's until I find her, alone, entering the elevator. I take longer than I expected to say goodbye, thanks tothe demands of etiquette. In the midst of a circle with eight or nine other senators and judges, I announce in a toast that I will be in Washington to take up the federal seat.
Everyone greets me with smiles and words of encouragement. Donald stands beside me and says he will accompany me to the elevator. I thank him with a kiss on the cheek, and it isn't long before the doors open.
#9
Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks say you'll see me again, even if it's just pretend - Taylor Swift
As soon as I reached my floor, I let out a muffled scream. The shock of finding the concierge standing practically motionless in front of the elevator nearly gave me a heart attack.
"Jesus, kid!" I pressed both hands over my heart. He immediately apologized, keeping a respectful distance. "Are you trying to kill me? Are you waiting for someone?"
"Are you Megan Woods?"
"I am. How long have you been standing here waiting for me?"
"About forty minutes, Ma'am." He handed me a small envelope. "A message for you."
I thanked him and marched toward my room, eager to collapse onto the sofa in the anteroom. I kicked off the high heels that had been crushing my toes all night and, after massaging the ache away, I picked up the envelope and opened it. The handwriting was perfect.
"Miss Woods, It was a pleasure to have your company tonight. I would like to invite you to breakfast in my suite at 8:00 AM in two days. My team will be joining us.
P.S.: I knew that watching you dance would be perfection. You didn't have to run away, it could have been even better."
"I didn't run away," I whispered to the empty room, shaking my head. I looked at the clock, marveling at the sheer audacity of someone sending a message like that at this hour. I grabbed my phone and, even though it was four in the morning, I took a picture of the note and sent it to Sarki with a quick summary of the night’s events.
I took a long, hot shower to relax my muscles. The night had been a cocktail of sensations I wasn't used to: being away from everyone I knew, losing control over the situation, and losing control over my own body. I closed my eyes as I leaned my arms against the shower wall. My mind was a blur of moans, intense gazes... and orders.
Before finally crawling into bed, I set my alarm for 9:00 AM. I needed at least a few miles on the treadmill to keep my sanity in check. I adjusted the pillows and let Morpheus claim my consciousness.
It felt like only minutes had passed when my phone flashed at 7:00 AM. It was Sarki. As soon as I answered, she blurted out a curse word.
"I wanted to call the second I got your message, but Elisa insisted it wasn't that urgent. I’m putting you on speaker."
"Should I even ask why you two were awake at 4:00 AM and are already up now?" I croaked.
"The first answer is: exactly what you should have been doing with that hot businesswoman. The second is that Sarki is driving me to the airport."I heard Elisa shouting in the background, and Sarki cut her off.
"What’s the verdict, Sarki? I know you’ve been researching her life since the moment you saw that text." I heard Elisa laughing in the background.
