suppose there are certain… benefits to losing control, aren’t there?”
David
I shake Mr Waters’ hand one last time.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to shaking the President’s hand,” he says before his voice quietens a little. “You look after my girl, Mr President.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply with a nod.
“Not sure I’ll ever get used to being called sir by the President either,” he says with a smile.
He then turns and hugs Veronica close, whispering something in her ear. She nods.
I look away. The smallest airport Airforce One could land at is still big, and there are a lot of people around. Luckily we managed to get driven directly to the hanger, but you never know when someone might be lurking around with a camera. I’d learnt that lesson a little too late.
After what seems like ten minutes, they let each other go.
“Let’s go,” she says to me, and I take her hand. “Are you sure it’s okay for us to take… that?”
She looks up at the plane in awe.
“Being the President has certain advantages,” I say. “Such as my own plane to take me wherever I need.”
We board, giving one final wave at the top of the stairs. I can’t help it, it’s practically a tradition when boarding Airforce One.
Once we’re inside, I lead Veronica back. “It’ll take a while for them to do their last checks and fire up the engines, so we have a bit of time.”
She sits down in one of the chairs and gives me a look. “What are you suggesting?”
“Just that the next seven hours or so will be the most privacy we get for some time,” I say with a shrug.
I can tell by her change of expression that she knows what I mean.
“Are… are you sure that’s okay to do here?” she says, looking around. “We’re on Airforce One.”
“I said, it is my plane,” I reply. “Which means I can do whatever I damn well please.”
I hear a soft gasp.
The roar of the engines starts up. It won’t be long now until we leave.
“Sit down and put your seatbelt on,” I say taking my seat. “I expect it will be at least half an hour before we’re ready for take-off.”
She pauses. “And what are we going to do for half an hour?”
“Well, you’re going to be a good girl for me and…” I can tell that’s getting the reaction I want by the way she’s squirming in her chair. “Think about how you’re going to please me.”
Her eyes shoot up at me. “Please you?”
“Oh yes.” I smile. “You’ll have to come up with quite a lot of ideas to fill in six hours.”
There is another soft gasp. I watch her breath quicken and her breasts begin to move faster with the breaths. “You mean...?”
“There is a bed in the back and I won’t be allowing you to leave it, Miss Waters,” I say, leaning in close. “Not until we land in Washington.”
She nods, her eyes wide. With one hand she unclasps her seatbelt, while the other reaches out to brush against my arm. “Perhaps then, we should-”
“Did I say you were allowed to take your seatbelt off?” I ask, sternly. She is going to behave if she wants to be rewarded. And I am going to make sure she is rewarded.
“No, but-” she begins.
“No what?” I ask, firmly pushing her hand down onto the armrest.
“No, sir.” I can see in her eyes that she needs me. She needs this.
“Then tell me, how are you going to please me?” I stare into her eyes as they dart up and down my body. She’s thinking hard, trying to figure out what I want her to say to make me take her. What I want is for her to submit again, to give herself entirely over to me.
“I… I want your cock,” she says slowly. “In my mouth. I want to taste you, to slide you in and out. I want to make you moan for me, beg for me.”
I feel a tightness in my pants as I begin to get hard. The thought of me in her mouth is a good start.
“And then?” I ask, watch as she slowly begins to grind her hips.
“Please,” she looks up at me with her eyes wide. “Fuck me.”
It takes every single ounce of strength I have not to jump her right there. That look... it is cheating. It is unfair. It should be downright illegal.
“Patience,” I say. Luckily, before I can continue, I feel the plane beginning to