Page 25 of Under His Command
This man, he’s so… unpredictable. So unapologetic in everything he does. It’s in this moment that I realize just how addictive being around him is. Suddenly, it’s not just my body longing for him anymore. No. It feels like my heart is slipping through the cracks of my ribcage, wanting to give itself fully over to him.
Lowering the phone to his side, Rowan catches my gaze and I snap out of my thoughts, feeling my cheeks flush and nervousness inundate my veins.
“Leave the panties at home,” he says. “I’m going to have full access to your gorgeous pussy tonight. Is that understood?”
I nod softly, my mind going back to the person waiting for him on the other end of the line.
“Is that… Are you really talking to the president right now?” I whisper.
He only smirks at me, and that is answer enough.
“I want you to get down on your hands and knees. Ass facing me.” He dips his chin toward the floor, indicating the place where he wants me.
“But—”
“Now, angel.”
Fuck. Okay, I guess. It’s not like I’m the one talking to the president, after all. I press my lips together and bite down on my inner cheek, lowering myself to the floor in front of him.
“Good girl,” he says, and when he sees that I’m taking the position he requested, he finally resumes his conversation.
My pussy tingles with excitement at being praised, but I still can’t fathom what’s going on. How can he be so calm… so collected? As if the president is nothing but an old friend he banters with from time to time. I don’t even know. Maybe he is one. I remind myself, once again, that I don’t know much about Rowan’s life.
I breathe in and out, looking straight ahead, with my ass pointing toward him. I don’t know what he wants to do, but I’m glad I didn’t take out that butt plug. Somehow, I was hoping he’d call… that he’d tell me there’s nothing going on between him and Odette. So I kept it there just in case.
Rowan’s hand lifts up my dress, revealing me to him. I gasp when he pushes the plug in further, but my body sags when he pulls it out completely. I feel empty now, and I’m not sure I like it. When I turn to look at what he’s doing, I’m met with a stern look that has me looking back toward the floor in an instant. I whimper, waiting for whatever he wants to do to me.
Cold liquid drips down on my hole and I jolt upright at the surprise sensation. A palm lands on my ass, pain spreading across it, and I understand he wants me to be silent. But it’s hard—it’s really fucking hard when another, much bigger plug pushes at the entrance of my hole, wanting to fill me up again. I press a hand to my mouth to stifle my moans, though I’m not sure how much it helps.
“Rock your body back and forth,” Rowan says, and I presume he’s put his microphone on mute for a second there.
I nod and do as I’m told, the plug entering my tight ass inch by inch whenever I push myself into it. It hurts, but not as much as the first one did. So I brace myself and take it all the way in, my body finally relaxing under the tingles of arousal pulsing through my core.
A finger then slides inside my pussy and it just stays there, unmoving. I take it as a sign to rock my body into Rowan’s touch again, but when I do he removes it and slaps my ass. He slides it back in and this time, when I don’t move, he keeps it there.
I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second. There’s something oddly erotic about being wrapped around his finger like that, even if he’s not fucking me. Still, I want more. I want him to make me come. So I look back at him with pleading eyes, hoping he’ll indulge me this time.
“Of course. Send all my best to the First Lady. Yes, hopefully soon. Good night.”
I hear the phone being tossed away on the couch, and I know the call has ended.
“Is there a problem, angel?”
“N-No, sir.”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” he purrs and caresses my ass with his free hand.
“I just… it feels good. But…”
“But you would very much like to be finger-fucked?”
“Yes,” I gasp, closing my eyes and rocking myself into his touch.
Smack.
“What did I tell you this morning? You’ll stay still and take what I’m giving you. I could keep my finger inside your wet pussy all night long without moving it and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, sir.”
