After last night, she was ready to place her hope in anything. He'd come at her like… like an animal, his wild lust-hardened thing throbbing and brutal… She shuddered at the memory of it and the cruel manner in which he'd thrown himself on top of her, half drunk, his face a mask of lust as he plunged his blunt, thick shaft of flesh into her unprepared vagina without the slightest hint of mercy, or fear of damaging her inwardly. He'd ignored her agonized pleas entirely, his eyes glazed in his drunken desire, shoving her legs back until her knees ground into her full, soft breasts, his long, wicked penis battering into the very depths of her sensitive womb. She was still sore… but even so, she couldn't help remembering the sudden sensations of spontaneous elation he had briefly aroused within her belly and loins before he'd unceremoniously emptied his boiling sperm into her, then rolled away from her in apparent disgust. She'd reached out to him at that moment, the electrifying spasms alive and titillating inside her, but he'd shrugged her off angrily and fell into an almost immediate exhausted stupor. As usual, she'd cried herself to sleep.
This morning, neither had mentioned the fiasco and she found herself wondering if he even remembered. There'd been so many similar bedroom disasters in their short marriage, but she couldn't help it; she just could not bring herself to wanton sex the way he expected. God, why couldn't he understand that… have patience with her and be gentle? Instead of trying to force her into those debasing, perverted acts that went against the very grain of her soul; she was certain now that with a little tenderness, just a measure of tolerance on his part, that she, too, could… She blushed at the very thought.
A slight tingling stirred within her young, soft, sensual body as he realized how close she had come last night. If he hadn't been drinking and so tired, if Beth and Jack hadn't stayed so long… if, if, if!
Suddenly, sounds of Phillip in the den below brought her back to the moment, at hand. She stood and went to her vanity for a tissue to dab at her eyes. It certainly would do her no damned good to brood over what was already done; it was what lay ahead that counted. Those three days could only be as good for them as she made them… and after all, she did have the equipment for it, she thought quite practically, studying her lush, curvaceous reflection in the mirror… if only she could let herself go and learn how to use it. She straightened, lifting her chin high, touching at her hair and making sure her eyes were dry before going down to the den where he still sat at his desk, probably watching Beth in her next to nothing bikini, although he turned as she entered and smiled up at her.
'Let's get into our swimsuits and enjoy our neighbor's pool,' he said, holding out one arm for her to come inside. 'I've had enough of books for one day. I'm ready for some playtime. You game?'
'I'd love it,' Laurie said, as he slipped his arm around her upper thighs causing little prurient tingles of ripple over her. She bent down for him to kiss her.
He did.
'I-I love you so very, very much, Phillip darling,' she whispered.
'I know, Honey… I love you too.'
CHAPTER TWO
'Fix me a drink first, Mark darling,' Dianne Coleman ordered her nude Senator husband in a dry, almost mordant tone of voice.
She lay naked, sprawled lewdly on the large bed of her palatial, private suite in the Coleman Mansion, her long, silken honey-blonde hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her, the majestic loveliness of her enticingly contoured, smooth, white body whipping his breath away as he stood beside the bed staring with lust-filled eyes down at her, his swollen prick standing out from his hairy, muscular loins with an upward, arched rigidness.
She watched him swallow tightly, his throat muscles performing an obvious dry constriction, as reluctantly he took a step, backward, then turned and went to her little corner bar. She smiled contemptuously after him, his obliged act of subservience causing a thrill of perverse delight to ripple through her.
'What would you like?' he asked her, trying very hard to keep his voice at a pleasant level. He must be careful not to anger her, or like that, it would be all over for him. She would simply tell him to get out… fly into one of her rages… and God, he had to have her this time… he had to! How long had it been? Two-weeks, three…? He couldn't remember… only that she'd sent for him a half-dozen times over that period, then, either changed her mind or forced him to leave because he'd offended her one way of another. And he couldn't stand it any longer; today he had to have her!
'Why don't you use your own imagination for a change,' she said sharply. 'Surprise me.'
'How about a Rob-Roy?' he said, smiling over at her, his cock lurching painfully as he drank in her enchanting naked beauty, her lewdly stretched out body reminding him of a sculptured work of erotic genius in the soft daylight brightening the room.
'Don't be ridiculous,' she snapped edgily. 'I might have guessed that would be your version of a surprise.'
'How about a gibson…?'
'God, no. It's too damned early for that.' She sighed and shifted irritably on the bed. 'Oh… you're such a dolt, Senator. Just bring me a scotch-rocks… if you think you can handle, it.'
He wanted to retort, but thought better of it. Instead, he proceeded to pour and simultaneously forced a smile.
Dianne watched him. She reveled in taunting him. He was her slave, now and for the rest of his life, a completely obsequious individual useful to her in three respects: his money, his position, and his cock… when she chose to use it. One day, through her manipulation, he would make her the State's first lady, and that time was not too far off. After that…? Who knows what wonders could be accomplished in the sometimes evil and fantastic realm of politics? One step at a time… Right now, it pleased her to employ his stud value; she had lain there, her mind filled with Phillip Gates… damn his soul… until she'd worked herself up into one devil of a need.
She smiled to herself. Anymore, it didn't take much to stimulate her sexual appetite; a sensual thought, a strange hand brushing her breasts, buttock or thigh, and sometimes, just a simple, handsome, licentious smile from the right man. With Phillip Gates, she only had to think of him to kindle desire inside her. Mark was a poor substitute for her Phillip, but right at the moment, he, or anyone, would do. Her belly and loins were alive with vibrant little sensations of lust. Besides, there was her plan to assure her stupid husband the gubernatorial nomination of the Party that she had to discuss with him, and she could think of no better time then when he was fucking her to make him agree to anything. They had to have Judge Reed's backing, and rumor was that he was about to endorse Byron Acker…
'Here you are,' Mark said, smiling down and offering her the drink.
Dianne outdid herself and returned his smile. She raised her hand to take it and in doing so purposely brushed the satiny head of his still throbbingly erect prick. He gave a start, then chuckled excitedly.
'Oops,' she said with cuteness, her smile alive and inviting as she accepted the glass. 'Thank you, Darling. Here, come lie down beside me.'
She moved over in the bed, took a long swallow of scotch, then rolled over to set it on the stand beside her, intentionally thrusting her buttocks upward at him in the process.
Mark couldn't keep his hand off her. He placed it on the smooth skin of her waspish waist, trailing it downward over the full rounded curve of her hip to the soft resilient flesh of the protruding lush spheres of her bottom, stroking and spanning the soft, white crevice that separated them. Once more, a feeling of elation filled him as he felt a shudder electrify her at his touch.
She rolled back toward him and willingly into his extended arms, her firm supple breasts flattening against his hard chest, her hand immediately descending to grasp with hungry meaning around his long, thick, sex-starved cock.
Dianne heard his grunt of pleasure as her hand encircled the hot, blood-filled rod of flesh, and momentarily a long-since departed feeling of affection stirred within her for him. She pressed her belly and thighs tight against his and offered her lips to be kissed. His mouth, hot and wet, crushed her own and she felt his tongue thrust into the warm cavern to be sucked… and she did, while his big hands smoothed over her back and downward to her buttocks, hauling her tightly to him as she worked the heavy outer layer of skin on his uncircumcised prick up and down with her small, soft hand.
