thighs and slid it between my legs so that I was sitting on it—straddling the saddle. With my hands outstretched and secured in cuffs, I couldn’t refuse him anything.
He flicked a switch on its side and the seat vibrated with a dangerous ferocity, causing my entire bottom half to shudder vigorously. It shocked my pussy into an instant orgasm. My cheeks flushed as I realized I was copiously soaking the seat with my arousal.
Another climax snatched away my self-consciousness and thundered through me like a runaway freight train. I gripped the seat with my thighs, jaw slack, exulting in this full body explosion of sensations with my tits bouncing, their clamps tugging, feeling another detonation of pleasure.
I was only vaguely aware of Damien as he stood back watching my violent ride, his expression serious, as though gauging my reaction to the intensity of the undulating seat.
My moans and screams echoed around us.
Head back, I rode out yet another orgasm. Owned by this moment, by him, I could do nothing but endure another forced cresting.
Having almost passed out, I felt him undo the cuffs and set me free. He carried me across the room and laid me on the bed, his hand brushing over my face to bring me back to reality.
I tried to smile, tried to find a way to express how profound this experience had been for me.
“Fuck me,” I said at last.
Damien’s zipper was already undone and his tip quickly nestled against my slick entrance, then his cock was thrusting deep, thrusting hard, pounding me as though he was aware it was him I really needed most.
Small tremors shook my body like little earthquakes.
My legs wrapped around his waist as I was snatched up into another climax, oblivion finding me as I felt him lose control.
Finally, I drifted off to sleep in Damien’s arms.
When you find the perfect life, you naturally want it to last forever. I found that I was willing to do anything to keep Damien.
Even this…
It was the biggest risk I’d ever taken in my life, turning up unannounced at Salvatore Galante’s Granger Street office.
It had been a gamble thinking I could gain access to the Chairman and CEO’s top floor suite. His security was high because of the number of death threats he probably received. The AFN served as an extended arm of the party that couldn’t be trusted—or so my father insisted. “A propaganda machine”, he’d called it.
I imagine the fact I was here to see him wasn’t even passed on to Salvatore. Either that or he’d guessed I was going to beg him not to run that story on my father, and no doubt wanted to avoid the drama that would ensue from meeting with me.
I’d failed to get any farther than the receptionist’s desk in the ground floor lobby, ending up back in the car that had brought me here. Randolph, one of my parents’ drivers, threw wary glances my way from the front seat.
“I needed to speak with someone, but I was turned away,” I explained. “Thank you for being patient.”
“Of course, Ms. Bardot.” He gave a nod. “Can I help?”
It was risky, but I couldn’t see any other way. “I need to speak with Salvatore Galante.”
He looked surprise. “Did you make an appointment?”
“Not exactly. But as it’s me, I thought he’d be intrigued.”
“Does your father know you’re here?”
“I plead the Fifth.”
Randolph paused, studying my face. “Here’s a thought. We could drive to the 118 News Club on Third Street and wait for him to go in.” Randolph glanced at his watch. “We’ll arrive before him if we leave now.”
“How often does he eat there?”
“Every day, I believe. Your father eats there on occasion. I’ve driven Mr. Bardot to the club and seen Galante go in there, which means he’s also a member. I imagine that’s where he picks up a lot of political tips.”
“Okay, let’s try that,” I said. “Thank you, Randolph.”
Traffic was slow, but we made it to the club in less than thirty minutes. I knew what Galante looked like. Everyone in this town did—he and his three sons ruled the airwaves with their hateful rhetoric and twisted stories. They’d ruined reputations and left a trail of devastation. That kind of thing tends to make you stand out.
We parked next to the curb outside and waited for him to appear.
Popping in my earbuds, I tried to listen to music to make the time go faster…songs from Hozier to Adele to Billie Eilish.
My heart skipped a beat…
Galante’s car