Behind Closed doors

Chapter 27

Lauren pulled back just enough to meet Kamala's gaze, her voice a low growl. "I'll make sure you remember this. You'll beg for mercy, Madam President."

Kamala's eyes sparkled with excitement at the challenge, and she leaned in, her hands roaming up Lauren's body. "Is that a promise?"

With a swift move, Lauren pushed Kamala back onto the bed, straddling her. She took her time, savoring every inch of her skin, her eyes never leaving Kamala's face. The air grew thick with anticipation as their bare skin touched, sending shockwaves of desire through them both. Lauren felt the heat radiating from Kamala's body, her heart racing as she positioned herself atop her.

"Stay right here," Lauren instructed, her voice a seductive command. "I'll be right back. Don't move."

With a wink, she slid off the bed and walked to her room. The cold air hit her bare skin, sending goosebumps rushing over her. This woman, she thought with a smile, thank God you put her in my life. She knew exactly where the strap was—stashed in her suitcase, hidden under a pile of socks.

When she returned, she had the strap tucked discreetly under her dress. The bulge was unmistakable, and she couldn't help but smirk at what was to come. She watched as curiosity grew in Kamala's face, her eyes following the trail of leather under Lauren's dress.

With a dramatic flair, Lauren reached behind and unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of black fabric. She stepped out of it, revealing her lace bra and the silicon appendage. The sight of Lauren in such an authoritative outfit was more than Kamala could handle, and she watched with rapt attention as Lauren approached the bed.

"On your knees," Lauren said firmly, and Kamala obeyed without hesitation. Her breathing grew shallow, her eyes never leaving Lauren's intense gaze as she lowered herself onto the plush carpet. The room was silent except for the crackling of candles and their beating hearts.

Lauren stepped closer, holding the strap, her own desire evident in her eyes. "Open your mouth," she instructed, her voice thick with need.

Kamala did as told, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation. With a flick of her wrist, Lauren took the silicon phallus gleaming in the candlelight, leaning over and placing it gently on Kamala's open mouth. "Suck it," she ordered, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down Kamala's spine.

Kamala took the head of the strap-on into her mouth, closing her eyes as she began to suck. The taste was faintly leathery, a stark contrast to the sweetness of Lauren's kisses. She took it deeper, her tongue exploring every inch, her hands reaching up to caress Lauren's thighs. The sensation was strange yet exhilarating, a powerful mix that set her alight with desire.

Lauren watched intently, her excitement building as she pushed the strap deeper into Kamala's mouth, watching as she struggled to take it all. "Look at me," she commanded, her voice hoarse with need.

Kamala's eyes fluttered open, locking onto Lauren's as she choked slightly around the silicon. She gagged, her eyes watering, but never once took her gaze off of Lauren. The power dynamics had shifted, and Lauren reveled in the control she held over the usually confident, commanding president.

With each stroke, vibrations from the base of the strap-on sparked pleasure through Lauren, her own moans echoing through the dimly lit suite. The sight of Kamala on her knees, obeying her every command, was intoxicating. Lauren's hips began moving in rhythm, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

Then, a sudden gag from Kamala made her pause. Concern flickered in her gaze, but desire quickly overtook it. "You okay?" she asked, her voice thick with lust.