Behind Closed doors

Chapter 5

Kamala lay on her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, stunned "How dare she? I was so close", Her hand hovered over her phone. The frustration was palpable, the need to see her, to taste her, to have her was driving her insane. She took a deep breath and let it out in a huff. How could she be so cruel to end the call like that?.

She closed her eyes, her mind drifting to Lauren. What was she doing now? Probably perched on a barstool, chatting with some girls. Someone younger, more carefree and not leading a country like her, who doesn't have a husband.

Kamala groaned, her jealousy bubbling over. Was Lauren laughing at some stranger's jokes, eyeing them with such intensity and passion like she does with me ? She could almost see it—Lauren leaning in close, her hand grazing someone else's arm, her lips curling into that seductive smile.The thought of Lauren flirting, her attention on someone else, made Kamala's chest tighten. She needed to do something.

With a swift movement, she unbuttoned her white blouse, took off her bra and grabbed the phone to take a picture of her bare chest, her hand playing with her erect nipple. The camera captured the softness of her skin, the dark areola and the way her heart was pounding under her touch. She typed a message with trembling fingers, the words a mix of anger and lust. "You left me like this. This is what you do to me." She attached the picture and hit send before she could think twice.

Panic took over her when she heard noises coming from the other side of the room. "Oh shit, it's Doug!" She stumbled to get to her bathroom before he got to her bed.

"Honey, where are you? I'm home."

"I'm just changing, I'll be right back," she replied.

"So, how was your trip?"

"It was good, I've missed California so much" he replied. "But Honey, I've missed you more. Come here, you okay?"

"I'm just tired"

"Come here you look like you could use some unwinding," he said, moving toward her with arms open wide and starting to kiss her neck.

Her stomach twisted. "Doug," she said, her voice tight. "I'm... tired."He paused, his smile faltering slightly. "Okay, I guess I'll take the hint." He leaned down to kiss her cheek, but she pulled away, her eyes flashing.

"I'm really tied up with work," she said, her voice cooler than she intended. Doug took a step back, his expression one of confusion.

"Oh, okay. I understand," he murmured. "I'm gonna take a shower."

Kamala didn't move. She took her phone, her heart racing as she waited for Lauren's reaction. What had she done? Sent a picture of herself in such a state to her bodyguard? Her mind was a whirl of thoughts, but she couldn't ignore the thrill that shot through her at the thought of what Lauren was seeing, what she was feeling.

The phone vibrated in her hand, and she looked down to see a text from Lauren. "What the fuck, Kamala?!" The message was a punch to her gut, but she couldn't help the smug smile that tugged at her lips.

"You wanted to know what you're missing out on," she texted back, her voice low and seductive, even in the written word. "I'll see you tomorrow, Agent Castellanos. I'll be waiting for you in my office."

The phone remained silent for what felt like an eternity. She could almost feel the tension crackling over the airwaves. Then, finally, a reply. "Okay," Lauren wrote, and that one word was all it took to set the room ablaze with anticipation.

The next morning, Lauren walked into the Presidential office with sunglasses shielding her eyes from the harsh light of day. Her body still hummed from the whiskey she'd downed the night before, trying to drown the memories of their illicit conversation. But it was a battle she'd lost, and the evidence of her defeat was etched across her features in the form of a stubborn hangover.

Kamala looked up from her paperwork as she entered, a smirk playing on her lips. "Agent Castellanos," she said, her voice like a whip crack. "You look like you had quite the night."

Lauren took a deep breath, willing herself to remain composed. "Just a bit tired, Madam President," she lied, hoping her voice didn't give her away. She couldn't let her know the real reason she was wrecked.

"I see." The President's gaze lingered on her for a moment, her eyes darkening slightly. "Well, I hope you're ready for a busy day."

As Lauren approached the desk, she couldn't help but notice the way President Harris had crossed her legs, the skirt riding up just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of skin. She clenched her fists, willing herself to focus on anything but the ache between her legs.

"How was your evening, got some release?" Lauren asked, hoping her tone was neutral enough.

The smile that spread across Kamala's face was pure spite. "Oh, it was quite enjoyable. My husband came back from his trip, and we had a very... intimate reunion."

The words were a knife to Lauren's gut, but she held her ground. "I'm happy for you, Madam President," she said, her voice tight.

But she couldn't help it. Jealousy burned through her like a wildfire, consuming every shred of her willpower. Her eyes narrowed, and before she knew it, she had locked the door to the office, cutting off any potential interruptions.

With deliberate slowness, she moved towards the President, each step a silent declaration of war. The air grew thick with lust as she approached, the scent of power and desire mingling in a heady cocktail.

"Why you wanted to see me," Lauren said, her voice low and sultry. "Quit playing games Kamala,  I'm not in the mood?"

"I'm not playing" Kamala's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't protest as Lauren knelt before her, parting her thighs to stand between them. Her hands found the President's hips, as she leaned in to kiss her, kiss her neck then make her way to her thigh, her breath hot against the inside of her thigh.

With a wicked smile, she whispered, "I don't care what you do with your husband but kept this in mind" there was a pause before she added "You're mine."

Her tongue traced a path up the soft flesh, eliciting a gasp from the woman above her. The sound was like sweet music, driving her onward. She kissed along the line of her panties, teasing, nipping, until she reached the center, where she lingered, breathing her warmth into the fabric.

Kamala's legs trembled, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. "Lauren..." she murmured, the name a plea.

With one swift movement, Lauren hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the President's underwear and pulled them aside, exposing her to the cool office air. She took a moment to appreciate the sight before her—the glistening arousal, the scent of pure desire.

And then she took her in, her tongue delving deep, her movements slow and sure. The President's moan was all the encouragement she needed, her hips rocking in time with Lauren's mouth.

Lauren took the opportunity to press her thumb to her clit,  making her yell with pleasure. Lauren's hands were everywhere—gripping her ass, her breasts, her hair—while her mouth worked magic on the most sensitive parts of her body. She tasted like heaven and sin, a heady combination that had Lauren's own arousal spiking.

Kamala's legs tightened around her, her hips bucking as she approached climax crying her name. The first one hit her like a wave, crashing over her in an explosion of pleasure.

Lauren got juices every on her face. "You taste so good baby".
Kamala went to Kiss her but Lauren stopped her "uh-uh,  I'm not finished"

Lauren wasn't done. She continued to kiss and lick Kamala's clit to clean her, pushing her to the brink again. The President's cries echoing in the enclosed space. Lauren felt a surge of power, of ownership, as she brought the most powerful woman in the world begging her to stopped. It was intoxicating, addictive.

Kamala was a mess. She stand up leaving her to catch her breath. Lauren whispered in her ear before leaving her office,  "Don't forget who you belong to,  madam president."