Behind Closed doors

Chapter 12

Once inside her office, she took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand—finding that damn document for the press conference. She shuffled through the papers on her desk, her eyes scanning lines of text, but her mind was elsewhere.

The door clicked open, and she tensed. It was Lauren, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ma'am, are you okay? They're waiting for you to start," she asked, her voice deceptively calm.

Kamala nodded, trying to keep her composure. "Just... looking for something," she murmured, her voice tight.

Lauren nodded. Her gaze dropped to her pocket, and with a wicked smirk, she reached inside and switched on the vibrator. The sudden sensation made Kamala jump, and she had to bite back a scream. She grabbed the edge of the desk for support, her hips bucking instinctively. "Oh God," she moaned.

The vibrations grew more intense, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building. Her breathing grew ragged as she fought to keep her expression neutral. But just as she was about to tip over the edge, Lauren stopped it again. Kamala's breath hitched in her throat, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

"What are you doing?" Kamala hissed, her voice laced with frustration.

Lauren's smile grew wider. "Making sure you're prepared for the press conference," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Kamala's eyes narrowed, and she tried to control the tremble in her voice. "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, her hand clutching the edge of the desk.

"Wouldn't I?" Lauren's smirk grew more pronounced. She stepped closer, her breath warm against Kamala's ear. "You've been a very bad girl," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Teasing me all day long. You need to be reminded who's in charge."

Kamala rolled her eyes at Lauren's playful dominance, her cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and exasperation. She knew she couldn't let this go on, not when there was so much at stake, with journalists waiting. But as she started to protest, the vibrator was switched back on, stronger this time, cutting off her words. "I hate you," she managed to say through gritted teeth, her voice a low, needy growl.

Lauren just laughed. "No, you love it," she whispered, giving her cheek a teasing kiss. "I make you lose control." With that, she stepped back, switching it off. "Now, let's go face the press," she said, her tone shifting back to business.

The door to the office swung open, and Sam's cheery voice called out, "Madam President, they're ready for you."

Kamala took a deep, steadying breath, trying to ignore the wetness between her legs. She turned to Lauren, her eyes narrowing. "You're going to pay for this," she warned, her voice low.

Lauren's smile grew wider. "Looking forward to it," she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

With Sam waiting outside, there was no time to argue. The two women walked side by side, the tension palpable as they made their way to the conference room. The vibrator remained a secret weapon, a silent promise of what was to come later.

As they entered the room, the lights flashed and questions fired from every direction. Microphones pointed at Kamala like the barrels of guns, but all she could think about was the sensation building inside her. She took her place at the podium, her legs trembling slightly.

The press conference began, and the room grew quiet as the Madam President cleared her throat, gripping the podium tightly. She launched into her speech about the new education bill, her voice strong and confident—until she felt the unmistakable hum of the vibrator come to life, nestled inside her. She stumbled over her words, her cheeks flushing as she tried to regain control. The room was silent, waiting for her to continue.