Say Yes, Senator

The hallway was dark and seemed never ending. I didn’t even know where I was headed. King was behind me, fast on my heels and I ran, my laughter echoing in the narrow confines of the hallway.

At that moment, I was completely carefree; I was worried about nothing…and that was the happiest I had ever been. I knew it was absurd and childish, to be running down an aband

oned dark hallway inside a church, but I didn’t care. And it seemed like neither did King.

“In here,” I heard him say, and his hand was suddenly on my elbow, and he had yanked me into a room. Before I even knew what, he was doing, he had bolted the door shut. I was breathing heavily, my breasts heaving as I looked around me.

The room seemed like it was straight out of a medieval church, with stone walls and candelabras on the wall. Rows and rows of cloaks and cassocks were hanging from trolleys.

“Is this the laundry room?” I squealed, breaking into another fit of giggles.

“Looks like it,” King said and lunged at me.

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We were kissing. King had me pressed up against the wall, and I could feel my back grazing roughly against the stone. He was kissing me deeply, his tongue thrusting into my mouth and keeping me in position. I kissed him back with equal force, my hands fumbling the buttons on his shirt at the same time.

A crazy adrenaline rush had taken over my body. The threat of being caught, the possibility of having sex inside a church…everything was powerful, overwhelming my body and mind.

“This is insane,” I mumbled when he pulled his lips away from me, leaving a wet trail down my neck, till his mouth reached the front of my dress.

“You shouldn’t have worn this dress, Valentina. This is insane,” he said and stepped back for a moment to admire me. My cheeks flushed under his gaze as I watched him looking at me. His eyes flitted over my body, drinking in the size and shape of my breasts, looking at the way my dress fell away from my hips.

He grabbed me again, and I gasped when he lifted me up in his arms. My legs dangled for a second, till he guided my knees around him. I held his biceps, and they were taut and thick as he held me in position. My legs were wrapped around his waist now.

“You gorgeous, beautiful woman,” he mumbled in a deep voice, as he looked at me. His breath was falling heavily on my skin, my face, my arms. It was like he was trying to memorize every cell in my body.

With one hand, he started pulling my panties down, and I watched as they flew to the floor. We were both fully dressed still, other than my panties which were on the ground now.

“King…what if…” I began to say, but he shushed me. His eyes were sparkling, dark and on fire.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re with me now, Valentina. Nothing matters,” he said, and I heard the sound of his buckle coming off, the zip on his jeans being pulled down. My breath constricted in my throat, for a second, I thought I was going to pass out from the desire and excitement.

“Tell me again, King,” I whispered, and he smiled as he held me, his face inches away from mine. I could almost taste him…I could kiss him if I wanted to, but I needed to hear his voice.

“You’re with me, Valentina. Nothing is going to happen to you here. I’m going to keep you safe,” his voice was hoarse and relaxed at the same time. And in the same breath, I felt his cock slide into me. I gasped and bobbed up in his arms.

He was big and strong, and his cock had smoothly pushed through my wet folds and was buried deep inside me. I could feel my eyes glazing over; only his voice was stuck in my head. All I could hear was him.

I whimpered as I dug my nails into his biceps, holding him tighter. He moved his hips, pulling his cock out of me and then sliding it inside me right after.

“Look at me while I fuck you, Valentina. I want you to look me in the eye. Tell me you trust me,” he was speaking firmly like it was a command…and I obeyed. I turned my eyes to him. He looked strong and masculine and like he meant every word he was telling me.

I parted my lips, still in a daze. His cock was deep inside me, sliding in and out with smooth thrusts.

“I trust you, King. You are the only one I’ve ever trusted,” I said, and his nostrils flared. He pushed his cock into me with a sudden force, and I gasped again.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t control myself,” he said, knocking his forehead against mine. Our breathings were heavy and labored. I could hear my heart beating as I gave myself up to him.

“You’re not hurting me. I want this,” I cried, and my orgasm came pouring down on me. I gritted my teeth, and my eyes rolled back. I could feel myself shaking in his arms as I came. King shot his seed into me too. He groaned and shook as he came, burying himself deep inside me. I could feel myself soaring.

By the end of our orgasms, we were both laughing.

This could easily have been the happiest day of my life. The first time, ten years ago, when he first made love to me, took my virginity…I’d felt something similar, but nothing like this. Now, I was free of my father and the gang, and I could give myself to King completely.

He picked my panties up and handed it to me. I pulled it back on, and the whole time, he was watching me from under his heavy lids.

“Are you trying to memorize this moment?” I asked him with a smile, as I smoothened my hair with my hands.