Fine Dining With Mr. Senator (3 page)

“There it is,” he says lowly, in
English. His finger snakes against my clit, resuming its deft
ministrations. My mouth falls open around the gag. I moan in
lilting, lascivious cries. I want more. I strain to press against
him, but do not make much headway. David reaches under me with the
opposite hand and dips his fingers inside me. He curls and pumps
them, stirring me up and awakening sensations I did not know I
could feel. All too soon, just as I can sense a climax avalanching
towards me, his hands leave the wet warmth of my body. He moves in
front of me and stands close enough for me to smell the chlorine
and cologne on his skin. He takes me by the chin.

I can demand nothing of him. I know
that much. I am at his mercy.

I feel him move away. The rope around
my right ankle does slack, followed soon by my left. David moves
around behind me, takes me by the hips, and guides me against his
body enough to induce an arch in my back. He slides his hands under
my thighs and spreads me wider for himself, lifting my legs. He
finally plunges into me, deep inside my cunt. I moan against the
gag. This is precisely what I want. He holds my legs as he thrusts
into me, assuming a torturously slow pace that quickly has me
drooling. It feels so good. I want to tell him so, but the gag is
in the way. Any sound I make is muffled and distorted.

“Taylor,” he grunts in
approval.

I hope I am tight enough to please
him. I want him to use my body for his pleasure: to exploit me in
every way possible and from every angle.

“Do you like that, pet?” he asks
lowly. I sure as hell know I like that name. He could keep me
chained up wearing nothing but a collar for the rest of my life and
I would never complain. “Do you like the feel of my cock inside of
you? How you are subject to my every whim?” I can only moan, my
thoughts coming in as a foggy “Yes.” “I’ve been looking for you for
a long time. You’ve kept me waiting. Now it’s time to be a good
girl and make it up to me.” I shudder in bliss.

David changes positions after a
moment, moving around in front of me, taking my hips and shoving
inside. He pulls me against him, accentuating the power in his
thrusts as I dangle helplessly form the ceiling. He dominates me
completely. I feel his throbbing girth grind into me. I am putty in
his hands.

“Are you going to come for me? As I
ravish your body? Every part of you belongs to me, to do with as I
please. You’re mine. You like being fucked this way, don’t you?” He
pulls out and unties my right leg completely to drape it over his
shoulder and fucks me more from the side. Every thrust is a burst
of euphoria. I am so close. The ecstasy builds and builds. Release
is racing up my spine. My moans come ceaselessly.

“Taylor,” he groans. “You feel so
good. You’re mine, my pet.” His hungry hands consume my body, awash
in sweat. He starts thrusting harder, accelerating the pace of his
hips. Our skin slaps together. The heat of the sauna is drowning
me. I cry out when I come, practically seeing stars. Not a moment
later, I feel him do the same, dumping his load into me – hot and
thick, marking what is his. We ride it through together.

Later, we rest together on one of the
sauna’s glossy wooden benches lining the wall. I lay with my back
against David’s chest. His hand rests between my thighs, stroking
gently over my moist clit. I practically purr in response as my
hands roam over is muscular legs. I want to do this again. My
desires are already returning.

“Will you stay the weekend, pet?”
David asks against my ear. And even without the ball-gag, I can
deny him nothing. When I smile and nod, starry eyed, his face
lights up.