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

By now the tub had filled and he quickly stripped, then picked her up and sat in the tub with her back to him, her legs inside of his.

Leaning back and pulling her with him, they sat for several minutes before he reached and poured a glass of wine. Holding it to her lips, he allowed her to drink before taking his own drink.

Setting the glass on a small table beside the tub, he turned her so that she was straddling his hips. He pulled her in for a deep kiss and reached for an ice cube. Rubbing the cube around her areola, her nipple instantly hardened. “Soon I will clamp these. Have you ever worn nipple clamps, Dottie?” he asked, running his tongue around the shell of her ear.

“Oh...oh,” she moaned. She had been so tired when they left the FBI offices, she was sure she was going to sleep on the way to his house. Now sleep was the last thing on her mind. The difference in the sensations between the warm water and the ice was mind-blowing, and she couldn’t believe her responses and her body’s reactions. She had come more in the last few hours with Derek than she had with any other man. And to think, she hadn’t thought he was interested in her.

Obviously she was mistaken. If this wasn’t interest, she didn’t know what was. But could she be enough for him? She knew he was into BDSM, but didn’t know much about it. Time for an Internet search. It would be nice to have someone to talk to, but she didn’t know anyone and definitely wasn’t going to ask those questions to Derek.

Taking another piece of ice, he put it in his mouth and then took her nipple in his mouth, using his tongue to move the piece of ice around her nipple.

“Oh, God,” she screamed. Adjusting herself on his lap, she felt his cock rub her folds and she started rubbing herself against him.

“Oh baby, you’re just like a little kitten, rubbing your little pussy against me. Baby, I’m not going to last long at this point.” Pushing her bottom back toward his knees, he lifted her legs over his shoulder and pulled her core to his mouth. Taking another ice cube from the bucket, he slowly rubbed it through her folds, before pushing it inside her. “We need to cool this off, baby.” He grinned evilly and took another cube and pushed it inside her.

The cold in her core was something she had never experienced before and just when one cube melted and she thought she was going to get some relief, he put another one inside her.

Taking another cube, he slowly rimmed her puckered hole with it. She arched in his arms and screamed his name. “Baby, I have more tricks to show you, but first you are going to give me a little relief.” Grabbing a condom, he donned it and pulled her to him and fitted himself inside her, slowly pulling her down until he was fully inside her. He let her sit for a minute to adjust to him before he instructed, “hands on my shoulders, this is going to be rough and hard.”

Grabbing her hips with both hands, he lifted her until he was poised just at her entrance. With a quick motion, he slammed her back down on him until he was buried as deep as he could go. He continued to do this, establishing a punishing rhythm until he couldn’t hold back any

longer.

“Hold on, Dottie, I’m going to come.” He told her and he moved her up and down faster until she felt his release and found her own.

She collapsed onto his chest, panting. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight to him. They lay in the warm water like that for several minutes.

He lifted her away from him. “Thank you, baby,” he told her, looking into her deep into her ocean blue eyes and lifting her off of him.

She smiled and leaned in to cuddle with him. He held her for a minute, then lifted her and rose himself.

Disposing of the condom, he led her to the separate walk-in shower and started the water. Looking at her, he tapped his chin. “Baby, have you ever shaved your pussy?” he asked, running his fingers over her curls.

“No,” she answered, wondering where he was going with this.

“Would you let me do it?” he asked, grinning.

“Okay.” She answered, not sure why she was agreeing, but seeing no reason to protest.

Sitting her on the bench in the shower, he turned to get what he would need. Setting his supplies on the bench next to her, he positioned her as he wanted her. Taking the shaving cream, he slathered it all over her mound and slipped a little on her clit.

“Oh, that’s…” she moaned.

“Menthol, baby, interesting feeling isn’t it?” he told her as he rubbed a little more into her folds and pushed a little into her asshole.

She arched off the bench and let out a little scream.

“Now you’re going to have to hold still, baby, so I don’t accidentally nick your skin,” he told her, stroking the razor over her.

Once he had her shaved, he grabbed the handheld showerhead and rinsed her, turning the setting to a forceful stream of water. He ran it up and down her folds, concentrating on her round hole and clit until she was squirming on the bench again.

“Tell me, baby, have you ever used one of these to get yourself off?” he asked, aiming the spray at her clit.

“Oh God, yes,” she answered, needing to ‘get off’ right now.

“Good answer, baby, here’s a reward,” he said, pushing the spray closer to her clit and taking a finger and pushing it into her rear hole.

“Oh, I can’t, stop it!” she screamed as she came for about the twentieth time in less than twenty-four hours.