All the President's Men 1: Derek's Darling Damsel

Derek slipped one arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. He felt her shiver and asked, “Baby, are you cold? Do you want to go inside?”

Snuggling closer to him, she answered, “No, I’d like to give the deer a few more minutes.” In truth, she was enjoying sitting close to Derek and wasn’t ready to give up the intimacy.

She hadn’t dated for several months and it had been more since she’d had sex. The sex she had with Derek over the last twenty-four hours was more than she’d had in the last ten years of her life. She had come more times than she had ever come before, and they were some of the best orgasms she had ever experienced. She had never had an orgasm like the ones Derek had given her, never.

Derek was one of the best-looking men Dottie had ever known. When she first met him, she almost melted when he spoke to her, and she was used to meeting lots of famous people in her work at the White House.

She had worked hard to get where she was. She had been one of the youngest reporters assigned to the White House and was very proud of what she had accomplished. The only thing missing in her life was a family. Because she traveled so much, she didn’t even have a cat. Now maybe she could look toward a future. She wondered if Derek was interested in more than a weekend fling. The way he talked, it sure sounded like he was.

Derek sat, just enjoying the evening and being with Dottie. He didn’t get to spend many evenings at home and even fewer with a beautiful woman. Dottie was perfect, and would be even more so if she was submissive. He thought he saw a submissive streak in her, but she was such a strong woman, he wasn’t sure she would be able to let him dominate her the way he needed to. He couldn’t do it any other way. If he couldn’t help her find her submissive side, he didn’t know what he was going to do. The few times he had taken control with her, she had respond

ed beautifully, and he wanted to experiment more with her.

He couldn’t wait to get her in his dungeon. She would look beautiful strapped to a cross or bent over a spanking bench. Her breasts would be lovely with nipple clamps, and if things worked out between them, he would buy her jeweled clamps that she could wear for long periods of time. He thought about piercing her nipples, but wanted to wait until after the babies were born.

He couldn’t believe that he was thinking about having children. He had bought his home with a family in mind, but it hadn’t happened in the last ten years, and he was getting to the age where he was ready to settle down. Hopefully Dottie would want to do this with him.

While they were both sitting there thinking about the future, a small family of deer appeared. Dottie clasped his hand tightly and covered her mouth to keep silent. They sat quietly and watched the deer for several minutes and Dottie almost squeaked with glee when she one of the deer walked up to the horses. Patrice nuzzled the deer and after a few minutes it hopped away, the other deer following.

“That was amazing, do they come every night?” she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

“I’m not here often, but every time I’ve been home, they are here. I have them all named. The one that walked up to Patrice is Ralph, and every time he comes he goes to see her. I think he has a thing for her.”

Dottie giggled and said, “I wonder if that would work and what the offspring would look like.”

“I’m not sure, but I think Ralph and Patrice would like to find out,” Derek responded.

They sat for a few more minutes before Derek stood, pulling Dottie with him. He handed her the wine and grabbed the plates off the table. Leading her into the kitchen, he sat her on a barstool and poured her a glass of wine. He quickly and efficiently cleaned the kitchen while Dottie sat and watched, sipping her wine.

Chapter Four

He walked over to her and took her now empty wineglass, rinsing it and putting it in the dishwasher with the other glasses. Taking her hand, he led her to the couch in the living room and sat, pulling her onto his lap.

He took her mouth with his and probed deeply, not letting her go for several minutes. When he released her, they were both panting and aroused. “Dottie, I want to ask you some questions.”

“Okay,” she answered, wondering what he was going to ask.

“Honey, don’t worry, it’s not bad. I just want to know if you know anything about me and what I like to do, what I need to do.”

“I know you opened The Mix and are part-owner, but I’m not really sure what goes on there. I’ve never been, and I don’t know anyone who has except you.”

“Okay, The Mix is a BDSM club. Do you know what that means?” he answered as he rubbed her back

“Not really. I know what it stands for Bondage Domination Submission and Masochism, but I’m not sure what all that means.”

“Do you want me to explain it to you, baby?” he asked, slipping his hand under her shirt and rubbing his hand over her bare back.

“I guess if it’s important to you,” she answered, not sure she wanted to get into this. She really had no idea what she was getting into. Could she do this for Derek? Would he want her if she couldn’t?

“Okay, in order: bondage, the art of restraining someone, either bodily—like I did you last night, by having you hold your hands on my shoulders—or with scarves, ropes, or other tools. Any questions?”

Dottie shook her head no. Tie me up? I don’t think so. Not after what had happened in the General’s room, but the more she thought about Derek doing it, the more she tingled and her pussy leaked. What would it be like to be helpless under his control? The small tastes he had given her had whetted her appetite. Maybe she could do this.

“Next, submission. Giving up control to someone else. There are several degrees of this. Some people give up all control in what is called a TPE or Total Power Exchange. In a TPE, the dominant, or me, would take total control of you, the submissive. I would control everything—all your daily activities, everything in the bedroom. I would take over your life.” Seeing the shocked expression on Dottie’s face, he leaned down and kissed her.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want that. It’s a lot of responsibility and I want a woman with some fight in her. What interests me is control in the bedroom and any time we make love. I need to control all sexual situations. I need to be in charge and determine how everything will play out. I said the bedroom, but if I were to take you here on the couch, and it will happen, I would be in control.” As he had been talking, he slowly moved her hands around to her back and was holding both of her wrists in one hand. With his other hand, he unfastened the buttons on the shirt she was wearing and slipped it off her shoulders, baring her breasts to him.

Leaning down, he took a nipple between his teeth and slowly tugged. “Baby, I need this. I need to know you will try this with me. Are you willing to explore this with me? I know you’re a strong, independent woman and I don’t want you to give any of that up, but I want to control you when we are making love and playing sexually, will you let me do that? Try it with me, baby.” Even as he talked he continued his assault on her breasts, licking, nipping, and tugging on them with his mouth and free hand. Dottie couldn’t think. The way he explained it made it seem so simple. Be herself when she was at work and give into him when they were together. Was it that simple?