Page 31 of Longing for Liberty

TWENTY-TWO

STATE NEWS: FIVE ARRESTED IN ROME’S CATHOLIC CHURCH RAID FOR CHILD ENDANGERMENT!

Just like yesterday, Amos Fitzhugh watched me lazily from his place at the table as I entered.

He leaned back in his chair with his rolled-up sleeves and stared as I took off my shoes and my stockings.

Then my panties, folding everything and making a neat pile.

Then I walked quietly to the kitchen, ate part of my breakfast, and felt my body buzz as the Secretary stalked in like a panther, pinning my belly to the counter as he caged me in.

He’d trained my body to be wanton for him, craving his touch.

He gently pushed my hair aside and lowered his warm mouth to my neck, pressing the bulge of his pants into my lower back.

I immediately went on my tiptoes, my body seeking his, pressing my softness into his hardness.

I moaned when his hand went under my skirt and up my thigh, finding my wetness.

He made a thick, animalistic sound in the back of his throat as he wet his finger inside of me and moved it up the seam of my body to my ass. My head fell back.

“You want it,” he breathed.

“Yes.” I felt hot and dirty and a little ashamed, but I’d stopped beating myself up over every single thing I felt.

He pulled the plug out of his pocket, and I heard him spit on it seconds before the cool metal pressed against me. My whole body shivered as he gently pushed, then pulled it back, pushed again a tiny bit more, then back again.

“Amos,” I whispered, my whole being tensing. I’d gone to bed last night already anticipating how this would feel and woke up turned on. I wanted to melt into this feeling.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” His words were a growl as he moved the vessel in and out of me.

Was I sexy? I didn’t feel that—hadn’t felt it since I couldn’t remember when. But knowing this man thought it was a heady feeling.

When he finally pushed the plug fully in with a pop, I sucked in a breath and rubbed back against him, hoping he’d take me now. When he chuckled, I whispered, “Please.”

He spun me and kissed me hard, lifting one of my legs to press into my center with his bulge.

“Not yet,” he said, pulling back and staring me down with a look of satisfaction as I shivered. “I’ve got to work.” He placed one last kiss on my lips, and then he left the penthouse.

It took me a good ten minutes to calm down and be able to focus. The day dragged by. More than once I wondered how I’d allowed my body and mind to be hijacked like this.

I had just finished making chicken, seasoned rice, and mixed vegetables when the door opened. Turning to see the Secretary taking off his jacket with his eyes glued to me sent fireworks exploding through my body.

“Put a lid on that and come here,” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

I came out of the kitchen, and he was sitting on the couch, unbuttoning the top of his crisp, white shirt.

“Take everything off,” he commanded.

I tried not to rush. To seem too eager.

His eyes scanned my naked body with greed and gluttony. “Take your hair down.”

I did, letting my locks fall around my shoulders, down my back.

“I want you standing here—” He motioned to his lap. “—so I can taste you.”

I nodded and reached for his shoulders, allowing him to grasp my waist to hold me steady as I stood with my legs on either side of him, my crotch aligning with his face.

And then…a moan rolled from my throat as his hot mouth found my core and his tongue lapped slowly around the sides of my bundle of nerves.

My knees slightly bent, and I pushed my hands into his hair, arching for him to have better access.

At this, he began to absolutely ravage me.

His hands gripped my hips harder, his breathing ragged, his mouth sucking, and his tongue rubbing hard.

“Amos,” I moaned.

The entire day’s frustration rose to the surface as my nerve endings became overwhelmed with sensation, and I knew it wasn’t going to take long.

A shout of pleasure tore from my throat, making Fitzhugh groan against my core as I rocked with an orgasm that shook my whole body.

He didn’t let up until I was pushing against his head, overly sensitive.

He pulled me down to his lap, and our faces met.

I tasted my sweet, musty, saline on his lips as I felt for the buttons on his shirt.

He liked to stay partially dressed while I was fully naked, but I wanted to feel his skin.

He let me take his shirt off, shrugging out of it and kissing me harder as I grinded against his tented pants, my hands feeling his chest, over his shoulders, and down his arms. With a savage sound, he twisted to the side and dropped me back onto the sofa, standing over me and staring down into my eyes as he ripped off his belt and unzipped his pants, taking his cock into his hand.

I sat up and reached for him, taking him into my mouth.

Unlike the last time, I could be loud now, so I was.

He let me take care of him for one minute before pushing me back and lifting one of my legs over the back of the couch, lowering to press the thick head of his cock to my entrance. He pushed in harder and faster than I was expecting, filling me with a tight stretch and making me cry out.

I held tightly to his arms, closing my eyes as he rocked deep inside of me.

“Look at me, Liberty.”

Opening my eyes, it was almost too much to take in the intensity of his eyes.

Their ocean depths were dangerous and mysterious.

He lowered himself enough to put our faces inches apart, breathing the same warm, humid bursts of air as he pulled himself slowly out and slammed back into me.

Deep. Deeper. Like he wanted to break into my soul.

He rocked faster, pressing upwards with his hips in a way that ignited hidden depths of pleasure. Again. Again, but deeper. I felt a whole new set of nerve endings building, along with the ones that had already had their moment but buzzed for more.

“Amos…” My voice rose, and my hands grasped his back as I held on, grinding up with my hips to get every ounce of friction.

“Do you like that, Liberty?”

“Yes…Amos, more… Oh… yes .”

I lost control of my body and voice and senses as I seemed to break apart, barely hearing as he made his own series of grunts, but I felt him pulsing inside of me. It seemed to go on forever, various pleasure points quivering again and again.

As it slowed and his serious face graced me with that small smirk, I wondered how I was able to let go of my inhibitions with this man in such a huge way.

I’d never considered myself submissive—I’d always taken the lead with Jeremy—but with Amos there was no other choice, and perhaps there was something soothing about that.

I didn’t really want to dissect it right then.

The second the moment was over, my senses and mind went on alert again.

He might be able to command me and make me set aside reservations while we had sex, but I couldn’t imagine ever feeling truly comfortable with Amos Fitzhugh.

And if I ever did get comfortable, I was certain it would be my downfall.