The Governor's Special Aide Excerpt
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Excerpt 1:
Most people who look at me have no idea who I am. I look the part of any respectable political aide in the capital. From my pearls to my perfectly styled bob, you'd never be able to tell who I really am just by meeting me. That's the point.
I've played this part my whole life. I have all the accessories to prove it. A bachelor’s degree from a prestigious private college. A resume covered with experience and accommodations. But it’s all smoke and mirrors. Just a mask I wear to cover up the truth. The needy desperate woman deep inside that wants only one thing. To please.
But I don’t want to please just anyone. I only want to please him. The man at the center of my entire world. Him.
Standing before the whole staff my Governor looks the part of the perfect politician. His suit is meticulous, his smile open and non-threatening. Only I know who lurks beneath that tailored suit and cordial smile.
"Thank you everyone for all the hard work you've done. I know it’s been a lot of long hours and I am grateful. I would be nowhere without all of you."
The whole room applauds. He smiles at them while I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Posers. All of them. They don't know the real him. Only I do. If they found out, they’d probably all run away squealing like little children. Those that didn’t faint right away.
I can’t blame them for enjoying his speech. He's a magnificent speaker. He's built his entire career around his talent. Most of the state elected him to office for his speech at the capital after the big hurricane three years ago. If I hadn't already been in love with him that day, I'm sure it would have sunk me too.
"Now, please go and enjoy the party." He waves them towards the office exit and the festive banquet already set up for his announcement.
They all smile back, offering their congratulations. But my body quakes. I know what comes next. I know what he wants. A fine sheen of sweat dots behind my knees and across the back of my neck. I cross my arms over my chest to help disguise my pebbled nipples that are no doubt poking through my shirt.
Excerpt 2:
The door clicks shut, leaving the two of us behind. The heavy silence settles around us. He stands before his desk, his head tilted back, his shoulders tight. Fine lines wrinkle at the corners of his eyes and the edges of his mouth. The worry palpable, even from my distance. The urge to move towards him, to do anything to eliminate those concerns radiates through me.
After all that is my job. The reason I’m here. It is what I can offer him no one else can. My greatest pleasure and pride.
“Come here, Patty,” his voice is hoarse, rusty with a demand I automatically respond to. I don’t have a choice. I have to go to him. Not that I can think of a reason to hold back.
My knees knock together as I step towards his desk. I never know exactly what mood he’s in. Sometimes he is playful. He wants to stick a plug up my ass before heading out to a gala cocktail event. He gets off on watching me walk around the room, my butt cheeks held tight all night long, being the only one who knows what's shoved deep inside me. Other times he likes to demand my underwear and force me to sit in the front row of his speech. His eyes ever drifting down to me, to see if any flash of my pussy can be seen. And being a good submissive, I always give my Master what he wants. At least a taste.
But today is an important day. The neediness radiates off him. He won't be interested in anything playful today. No, this time will be all about necessity, about dominance and control.
"Come here, Patty." His tone is cool and distant, but fire burns just behind it. The heat setting a similar inferno loose in my own stomach.
Immediately I drop to my knees. I don't have to be told what to do. I know what he likes. My absolute submission. And I want to give it to him. More than my next breath. The rough carpet gnaws at my knees as I crawl to his desk, placing my head on his thigh. The masculine smell of him fills my lungs, settling some of the nerves in my stomach while a whole different set of shivers rack my body.
Excerpt 3:
“Over my lap,” he commands, and I comply without a thought. I don’t need to think. The movement is automatic, as I stand from my crouching position and lean over his thighs. He draws in a quick breath as my stomach brushes across his erection. Heat races through my body, settling deep in my cunt. Its torture to be so close, brushing against this prime piece of manhood, and not be able to touch it, to stroke it, to taste it.
I only have a second to contemplate his beautiful cock before the fabric of my skirt is pushed up and bunched around my waist. The cool room air—kept at the chilly temperature the Governor enjoys—brushes against my skin. Goosebumps break out across the newly exposed flesh, tingling beneath the puff of the air conditioning.
The ruler slams down on my skin a second later. The sting radiates through me, setting my blood boiling. A soft whimper escapes my throat as I lean further into him, holding onto his pants to remain in place. The urge to melt into a puddle in his lap so strong it’s hard to remember why I can’t.
My mind threatens to float away from me; adrenaline floods my system, until his large hand rubs against the mark he created, calling me back to reality. His touch will always yank me back from whatever heaven I might find in his paddling. His touch is too wonderful. It eclipses any other place I could possible go.
"Don't make a sound sweet girl. We’d hate for anyone to hear you and come running in."
He smiles down at me with a big wolfish grin. That sadistic streak of his loves this. It gets off on torturing me. He knows if I had my choice, I'd rattle the rafters with my screams. There's nothing I’d love more than to moan the pleasure I receive from him. Especially with the rest of the staff just on the other side of the door.
The selfish part of me would love nothing more than to bellow out my pleasure with everyone so close. To show everyone with my moans he is mine. All mine.
Most people who look at me have no idea who I am. I look the part of any respectable political aide in the capital. From my pearls to my perfectly styled bob, you'd never be able to tell who I really am just by meeting me. That's the point.
I've played this part my whole life. I have all the accessories to prove it. A bachelor’s degree from a prestigious private college. A resume covered with experience and accommodations. But it’s all smoke and mirrors. Just a mask I wear to cover up the truth. The needy desperate woman deep inside that wants only one thing. To please.
But I don’t want to please just anyone. I only want to please him. The man at the center of my entire world. Him.
Standing before the whole staff my Governor looks the part of the perfect politician. His suit is meticulous, his smile open and non-threatening. Only I know who lurks beneath that tailored suit and cordial smile.
"Thank you everyone for all the hard work you've done. I know it’s been a lot of long hours and I am grateful. I would be nowhere without all of you."
The whole room applauds. He smiles at them while I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Posers. All of them. They don't know the real him. Only I do. If they found out, they’d probably all run away squealing like little children. Those that didn’t faint right away.
I can’t blame them for enjoying his speech. He's a magnificent speaker. He's built his entire career around his talent. Most of the state elected him to office for his speech at the capital after the big hurricane three years ago. If I hadn't already been in love with him that day, I'm sure it would have sunk me too.
"Now, please go and enjoy the party." He waves them towards the office exit and the festive banquet already set up for his announcement.
They all smile back, offering their congratulations. But my body quakes. I know what comes next. I know what he wants. A fine sheen of sweat dots behind my knees and across the back of my neck. I cross my arms over my chest to help disguise my pebbled nipples that are no doubt poking through my shirt.
Excerpt 2:
The door clicks shut, leaving the two of us behind. The heavy silence settles around us. He stands before his desk, his head tilted back, his shoulders tight. Fine lines wrinkle at the corners of his eyes and the edges of his mouth. The worry palpable, even from my distance. The urge to move towards him, to do anything to eliminate those concerns radiates through me.
After all that is my job. The reason I’m here. It is what I can offer him no one else can. My greatest pleasure and pride.
“Come here, Patty,” his voice is hoarse, rusty with a demand I automatically respond to. I don’t have a choice. I have to go to him. Not that I can think of a reason to hold back.
My knees knock together as I step towards his desk. I never know exactly what mood he’s in. Sometimes he is playful. He wants to stick a plug up my ass before heading out to a gala cocktail event. He gets off on watching me walk around the room, my butt cheeks held tight all night long, being the only one who knows what's shoved deep inside me. Other times he likes to demand my underwear and force me to sit in the front row of his speech. His eyes ever drifting down to me, to see if any flash of my pussy can be seen. And being a good submissive, I always give my Master what he wants. At least a taste.
But today is an important day. The neediness radiates off him. He won't be interested in anything playful today. No, this time will be all about necessity, about dominance and control.
"Come here, Patty." His tone is cool and distant, but fire burns just behind it. The heat setting a similar inferno loose in my own stomach.
Immediately I drop to my knees. I don't have to be told what to do. I know what he likes. My absolute submission. And I want to give it to him. More than my next breath. The rough carpet gnaws at my knees as I crawl to his desk, placing my head on his thigh. The masculine smell of him fills my lungs, settling some of the nerves in my stomach while a whole different set of shivers rack my body.
Excerpt 3:
“Over my lap,” he commands, and I comply without a thought. I don’t need to think. The movement is automatic, as I stand from my crouching position and lean over his thighs. He draws in a quick breath as my stomach brushes across his erection. Heat races through my body, settling deep in my cunt. Its torture to be so close, brushing against this prime piece of manhood, and not be able to touch it, to stroke it, to taste it.
I only have a second to contemplate his beautiful cock before the fabric of my skirt is pushed up and bunched around my waist. The cool room air—kept at the chilly temperature the Governor enjoys—brushes against my skin. Goosebumps break out across the newly exposed flesh, tingling beneath the puff of the air conditioning.
The ruler slams down on my skin a second later. The sting radiates through me, setting my blood boiling. A soft whimper escapes my throat as I lean further into him, holding onto his pants to remain in place. The urge to melt into a puddle in his lap so strong it’s hard to remember why I can’t.
My mind threatens to float away from me; adrenaline floods my system, until his large hand rubs against the mark he created, calling me back to reality. His touch will always yank me back from whatever heaven I might find in his paddling. His touch is too wonderful. It eclipses any other place I could possible go.
"Don't make a sound sweet girl. We’d hate for anyone to hear you and come running in."
He smiles down at me with a big wolfish grin. That sadistic streak of his loves this. It gets off on torturing me. He knows if I had my choice, I'd rattle the rafters with my screams. There's nothing I’d love more than to moan the pleasure I receive from him. Especially with the rest of the staff just on the other side of the door.
The selfish part of me would love nothing more than to bellow out my pleasure with everyone so close. To show everyone with my moans he is mine. All mine.
