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matter; I’ll make it up to her tonight.

Chapter 2
 
    When the appointed time came and went and she wasn’t here, at first I got worried; then when her phone went to voice mail my worry was only heightened. It wasn’t like her to brush me off. As the minutes ticked by I paced the confines of my room like a caged beast. Had she been hurt? The thought scared the shit out of me and I tried her line again. This time she answered on the third ring.
    “Yes Mr. President what may I do for you?”
    “Where are you?”
    “At home where I belong where else?”
    What game was she playing? “Get your ass over here now Kayla.”
    “I don’t think so, goodnight.” She hung up on me; it was so incongruous that I stood there looking down at the beeping phone in my hand for a good minute before turning it off. I went from concerned to pissed in two seconds flat.
    I didn’t give to much thought to what I did next, I’d had too many people thwarting me today, telling me what the fuck to do with me, I’m the fucking president not a robot. She knows she’s my escape, knows how much I need her on nights like this. And most of all she knows she’s fucking mine. How dare she fucking deny me?
    I called down and had the car brought around. Slamming into the backseat I gave directions to her home, the little townhouse she lived in alone. “I won’t be out until morning.” Make of that whatever the fuck you like, I was past caring.
    “I walked up to her door and rung the bell, looking around the sleepy neighborhood. No doubt anyone looking out their window would wonder at the strange car with the men standing like sentinels next to it. Good thing I had the good sense not to take the official vehicle but one of my own.
    Her eyes widened in surprise when she opened the door and saw me there. “What…”
    I didn’t give her time to finish her sentence, instead my hand went around her neck and squeezed. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” I shook her a little pushing her back into the room. “When I call you fucking come, I don’t care how fucking pissed you are.”
    “You’re…hurting me.” Her hands came up to pull at mine but I didn’t let go. I walked her backward through the house with my hand around her throat looking through doors until I found the bedroom. It was so her, soft and sweet and girly, later. I wasn’t here for the fucking décor.
    “Strip.” She backed away from me as soon as I released her.
    “I said get those clothes the fuck off now Kayla, don’t make me repeat myself again.” She reached for the buttons on the silk pajama top she wore as I stood towering over her shorter frame. “Now disrobe me.” her hands trembled as she worked on my shirt an then my pants. When she was done I dragged her up and slammed my tongue into her mouth forcefully. Taking her tongue into my mouth I sucked hard on her tongue before biting into it until I tasted her blood.
    She tried talking but the sound was muffled and I wasn’t interested anyway. I pushed her away and down until her face was level with my already hard cock. It never failed, as soon as I got within feet of her I grew hard and leaky. “You know what to do.” Looking down between her thighs I could see the evidence of her own arousal. She remembered to look up into my eyes as she took my cock into her mouth.
    “All of it, you want to act like a woman then show me.” I knew she couldn’t take me all the way in when I was this hard but I wasn’t in the mood to cater to her at the moment. She fought to take me into her throat. Grabbing her head I forced my cock the rest of the way in making her gag on my fierce meat. I throat fucked her until she shook her head begging for air. I kept my cock there until she got the fucking message.
    Pulling her up I pushed her back against the wall and lifted her until her legs wrapped around me. “I know you want me to suck your little pussy now don’t you, you love it when I eat you out until you