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

But that was exactly what he wanted. Total control over her mind and body all the time. Could she give it to him? Was she willing to be what he wanted? He had talked about tying her up and beating her, but that’s not what he called it, restraints and punishments, was there a difference? Did the difference matter? She knew if she stayed with him long enough he would want to take her to his club. What kind of things happened there? What would he want to do to her?

How was she going to get all her questions answered? She couldn’t ask him and didn’t dare say anything about him beating her. He really went off the deep end when she had accused him of that last night. She wasn’t going there again.

This weekend had been fun, but she would be glad to go home tonight and have some time to think. She really needed it. Even though she had loved every minute with Derek up to her meltdown last night, she needed some time.

Derek saw the confusion in her eyes and wondered how it would affect them. Feeling the need to distract her from her thoughts, he sat up and grabbed her under the arms and pulled her to straddle his hips again. Leaning down, he took her in another bruising kiss.

“Food, then I think we’ll go for a ride. This afternoon, we will play,” he told her with a big smile on his face as he pointed her toward the shower. “You shower in here. I’m going to grab a quick shower in the guest room and then I’ll start breakfast. I’ll leave your jeans and shirt on the bed. Get dressed, and when you come out we’ll eat and then go. I know the horses are ready for some exercise, and so am I.” Slapping her on her bare ass, he pointed her to the shower.

The slap on her ass reminded her of last night. What he had done was definitely not beating. She didn’t know what to call it. Maybe that was what he had been trying to tell her. The difference between what had happened and what she had thought was going to happen was huge. Last night had been the most erotic night of her life before she took those stupid clamps off. And that really wasn’t his fault, but he could have warned her.

She wondered what had just happened. She had hoped they would play all day. Disappointed, Dottie took her first shower alone in two days. She never realized how lonely a shower could be. Hurrying through what she needed to do, she returned to the bedroom, a towel loosely wrapped around her, hoping Derek would be there and she could accidentally drop the towel and get him to play. Finding the room empty, she walked down the hall to the kitchen, still in the towel.

Derek was standing with his back to her, cooking. Walking up to him, she dropped the towel and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Hey, lover,” she said in his ear, her voice low and gravely.

Turning, he wrapped his arms around her and grabbed both her buttocks. “I thought I told you to get dressed. I will add that to the list of transgressions for this afternoon. Does my baby need a little relief this morning before we go for our ride?” he asked, nibbling on her neck as he lifted her onto the island in the middle of the room.

Pulling her legs wide open and her bottom to the very edge of the surface, he leaned down and took her clit in his mouth. Licking, sucking and nipping t

he little bud, he brought her right to the edge. When she didn’t think she could take any more, he pulled back and stood her up.

“Go get dressed now. And no more topping from the bottom. If you’re good for the rest of the morning, I’ll tell you what that means later and I’ll let you come later.” He grinned wickedly and sent her off with a pinch and twist to her right nipple.

Muttering to herself, Dottie stomped down the hall. She knew what to do about this. If he didn’t want to take care of her, she had been single for a long time. She could handle this on her own.

“Oh and Dottie, if you make yourself come, you won’t come at my hand for the rest of the week! And that’s a promise!”

Dottie continued stomping down the hall. How the fuck would he know anyway?

“Dottie, I will know and I don’t threaten, I promise.” He was laughing…laughing at her.

Dottie slammed the door to the bedroom so hard it rattled the pictures on his dresser. Throwing herself on the bed, she reached between her legs. How would he know? But she knew somehow he would. Grabbing her clothes, she quickly got dressed and sat on the side of the bed for a few minutes, trying to calm herself down.

After a few minutes, Derek walked into the room with her shoes. “Here, baby, let’s eat and go riding, then I promise I will take care of all your needs. Be a good girl for me.”

Who could resist the puppy dog look in his eyes? Smiling, she put her shoes on and allowed him to lead her to the kitchen to eat.

After they consumed an enormous amount of food, he led her to the stables and they saddled the horses. They rode around his property, then he took her to a designated riding area and they rode there for over an hour, meeting several people also exercising their horses.

“During the week, it’s not as crowded, but everyone comes out on Saturday and Sunday,” he told her.

Walking the horses slowly to cool them down after their ride, Derek told her of his life.

“I was kind of a rebel in school, bigger than anybody there and meaner. More than my mom could handle and I constantly frustrated my dad, who was as big as I am. Finally somehow I managed to graduate and dad had had it with me. He gave me two choices, go out or my own or join the service. He didn’t care which branch, he just wanted me to have some discipline. So…I joined the Marines. Best decision of my life. I met some great people and made some lifelong friends. Several of which you were introduced to yesterday,” he told her.

“Tyler, Link, and I were all in the same unit. We found Dillon and Trent when we joined the Secret Service. We’ve all been part of the same team for several years and are closer than a lot of brothers. We all have each other’s backs.”

He went on to tell her about his family. “I have three sisters, one older and two younger. I think that’s part of the reason I was such a rebel. Too much estrogen in one house. Dad and I never had a chance. I’m not as close with my family as I would like to be, but once I retire I plan on mending that. Enough about me, tell me about yourself.” He grabbed her hand as they slowly walked the horses.

“My story’s pretty boring. I was the good girl, honor roll all through high school and college. I went to college on a full scholarship, I’m an only child, my mom and dad are both gone. I have an aunt and uncle still living, but I’m not sure where they are. I’ve been pretty much on my own for a long time. I moved away from home when I started college. My mom and dad wanted me to stay home and marry a boy that I had been dating. He was from a good family and it would have been a good match, but it wasn’t what I wanted. Mom and Dad never got over their disappointment in me. They were killed in a car wreck while I was at college. The funeral was small and that was the last time I was home. They left everything to a distant cousin. I got nothing.”

He could tell by her voice that she was still a little bitter. “Baby, I’m sorry you went through that, but I’m sure that if they could see you now, they would be proud of who you are and what you’ve become.”

“I hope so,” she said.

Chapter Six

They rode the rest of the way back to his stable in silence, both thinking different things.