Seduced By The Candidate (The Candidate, #1) (16 page)

Charlotte was eager, but she was still very inexperienced and
her nervousness began to show past the initial bravado. With gentle words and
guiding hands, Goulding showed her how he liked to be touched and how she could
best please him with her mouth and tongue.

His tutelage seemed to calm her nerves. Before long she was
exploring her own methods and ideas. Charlotte lifted Goulding’s straining
member gently in her hand and ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his taut
balls, along the shaft and right to the tip that was already moist with
pre-cum. She paused to relish the salty liquid and then used her tongue to
circle his glands and concentrate on the skin that used to connect his foreskin
to the head of his cock before he had been circumcised. It caused intense
sensations to course through Goulding’s body and he shuddered and bucked his
hips under her embrace.

Taking a deep breath, Charlotte gripped the base of Goulding’s
shaft and guided it into her mouth. To begin with, she tried to take too much,
too soon and found herself at the point of gagging. She withdrew and tried
again, using her hand to grip the shaft and act as a barrier that marked the
depth that she was comfortable with. More confident now, she started to bob her
head backwards and forwards, using her loose, wet lips and flicking tongue to
further excite her moaning lover.

So that he would be able to derive the maximum amount of
pleasure from the experience, she also moved her hand backwards and forwards in
a steady rhythm that matched her bobbing head. Pausing for a minute to look up
into Goulding’s eyes she saw the effect that she was having on him and realized
that in turn, it was making her wet with excitement.

Eager to enhance her own pleasure, she moved one hand to the
material of her panties and pulled them aside so that she was deliciously
exposed and open. She alternated between slipping a finger inside herself and
rubbing her clitoris hard and fast. Soon her moans were stifled by the hard, wet
cock that she sucked with forceful intensity.

Looking down and seeing Charlotte’s beautiful eyes staring back
up at him while she worked his cock in and out of her mouth very nearly pushed
Goulding to the limit of his resolve. With no little difficulty he gently
pushed her away.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said winking slyly at her and as she
regained her feet he stripped off the remainder of his clothes and pushed her
forcefully back against the wall. He kissed her hard and ran his hands roughly
over her body, squeezing her breasts, cupping her ass and delving deep within
her. Charlotte responded in kind, aroused at the savage passion which was such
an improvement on the slow, careful sex that she had been introduced to. She
wanted to be fucked, hard and fast. She didn’t want a careful lover to slowly
make love to her.

Goulding dropped to his knees and tilting his head for better
access, he began to kiss and lick her already soaking wet pussy. At the same
time, he rolled down her stockings. One at a time removed her shoes and the
fine nylon entrapments. Charlotte wondered what he was doing, but the expert
touch of his lips and tongue soon had her lost in the moment and uncaring what
came next as long as he continued to stimulate her so vigorously.
 

Without warning, he rose and in the same moment flipped her
around so that she was crushed against the elaborate wallpaper. She tried to
move, but he held her tightly, using his body to prevent her from turning to
face him and she felt his excitement pressing hard into her soft, pliable
buttocks. He kissed her neck and bit her earlobe making her cry out. His hands
clasped her arms and he forced them up above her head and held them tightly
together with his left hand. With the right, he produced one of the nylon stockings
and carefully bound her wrists so that she was held fast. Her entrapment
complete, he half dragged, half carried her further along the corridor and
forcing her onto tiptoe, secured the bound wrists over a coat hook mounted in
the wall so that she was held in place and unable to even put her feet flat on
the ground.

Charlotte had never been so turned on and the excitement born
from expectancy and completely uncharted territory made her ache for Goulding’s
embrace…but he had apparently disappeared.

She couldn’t feel him. She couldn’t hear him. Where had he
gone?

The bar of hot pain that followed the highly audible ‘crack’ of
metal on skin was a complete surprise and she was barely able to stifle a
scream. What surprised her more however was the fact that she had liked the
sensation.
Erotic pain, when tinged with pleasure and
release were infinitely more enticing than normal sex had been. When the next
strike warmed her buttocks she moaned and writhed with pleasure and realized
that she was actually pushing her ass out for more!

“Oh God yes!
Whatever that is, keep
doing it Bill,” she groaned. “Spank me, fuck me…make me cum.”

He struck her again and again until her ass burned with the
rough treatment and she could bear it no more.

“Fuck me Bill, fuck me now. Fuck me hard and don’t stop until
you’ve shot your load deep inside me.”

She heard him grunt and knew that he was every bit as turned on
as she was. Seconds later his insistent hands forced her legs apart, settled on
her hips and he thrust himself forwards, impaling her roughly. She screamed in
pleasure and pushed back as far as she could,
grinding
herself against his cock and straining against her bonds.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…FUCK ME!” she chanted, almost as a
mantra and Goulding responded by pounding himself in and out as hard and as
fast as he could. As he thrust, he used one hand to steady her hips and the
other to continue to spank her thighs and buttocks, both of them delighting in
the loud ‘slaps’ that echoed of the walls and the instant quiver and twitch of
abused flesh.

Charlotte had already cum once, loud and wet. Now Goulding felt
his legs shudder as he approached his own climax. He clasped both hips firmly
to steady
himself
and pumped on, unabated.

“Charlie…Charlie, I-I…I…oh God!”

“Do it Bill, do it…DO IT!”

Then they came, crying out in their shared passion and release,
shuddering and straining against each other and practically weeping with the
intensity of what they had just shared. When the shivering had stopped and
Goulding had released her hands from the stocking entrapment, Charlotte looked
down and saw the steel ruler that had been presented to Goulding by the
students a few hours earlier.

“Is that what you used?” she said with amusement.

Goulding nodded.

“They might not be able to vote yet, but you’ve got to fucking
love kids.”

Chapter Four

A Tale
Of
Three Cities?

William Goulding felt oddly naked, stripped of the security
that he had always taken for granted but had never previously acknowledged.
This was the first official visit that John Lyndsey hadn’t accompanied him on.
Although he would never have admitted it openly to the little man’s face,
Goulding missed his overbearing presence and carefully orchestrated agenda.

Still, it couldn’t be helped. John was overseeing a private
errand that if successful would help to get the reporter Brian Kennedy off his
back once and for all.

Similarly, Jake Armstrong was missing from the modest party
that had made its way to the Shawnee Army Veterans Centre in Oklahoma State.
Despite the fact that the Bureau’s finest were sharing the job of safeguarding
Goulding’s wellbeing with the men that had been hand-picked by his own head of
security, the big man’s omnipresent attentions were keenly missed.

Late the previous evening, Jake had left to complete his own
errand and deal with the threat posed by Quest Realtors. Along with Lyndsey’s
individual mission, Jake’s actions could quite easily see the balance of power
swing irrevocably in Goulding’s favor. At no point in the entire campaign race
had a twenty-four hour window been so crucial to his bid for the presidency.

Charlotte had remained at Goulding’s side ever since they had
left their home base and boarded the plane for the short flight into the
neighboring state. Even though their interactions had been strictly
professional, the privileged knowledge of their clandestine relationship
continued to both excite and comfort him. Despite the absence of his friend and
most trusted adviser, Goulding had seen the sense in maintaining a thoroughly
professional stance in the face of an increasingly vigilant public.

They were already well into October and the final few weeks of
the run-in to Election Day. Traditionally it was the time that all would-be
Presidents feared the most.
When any late ‘surprises’ could
permanently de-rail an otherwise promising campaign.
With D-Day so
close, there simply wasn’t enough time to address any negative connotations and
regain the public’s trust. Anything even slightly contentious would remain as a
dark cloud hanging above the candidate and in all likelihood follow him all the
way to failure and the relative political obscurity of the ‘nearly-man.’

Goulding was smitten, but he wasn’t stupid and he had no
intention of deliberately giving the press any additional ammunition to use
against him. He wanted to have his cake and be able to eat it. If they were
careful, there was absolutely no reason why he shouldn’t be able to do just
that. This was a month that would forever define his life, whichever way it
went and he had every intention of looking back at it with pride and
confidence, instead of pain and regret.

Goulding had also realized that he was actually looking forward
to this visit and wondered why John had never suggested it when they had first
come up with the original list of public visits and seminars. Goulding was a
military man…had been a military man, he corrected himself. He had always been
fiercely proud to represent and protect his country. That certainty had
persisted when he had left the service. He looked on every one of his
compatriots, regardless of their age, experience or rank as a hero worthy of
the love and adoration of a grateful nation.

With the recent War
Against
Terror and
the conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan he saw a positive swing in the way that
the nation saw it’s fallen heroes, but Goulding knew that this hadn’t always
been the case, far from it in fact. Vietnam veterans had spent decades without
the support that they so clearly deserved, facing daily battles with paltry
disability allowances and a nation that was undecided or apathetic to the role
that they had played in the ‘Police Action.’ Goulding assumed that Lyndsey was
merely being cautious by distancing him from this particular hornet’s nest, but
now that he was here, Goulding was awash with emotions that trumped the
possible political sensitivity ten to one.
 

* * *

“What? …yes…yes, that’s right,” said John Lyndsey as he cupped
his ear and tried to make out the voice through a barrage of distortion. “For
fuck’s sake…This is ridiculous…What? No, not you…The reception’s crap…HOW MUCH!
...For what? No…eww!
God no, definitely nothing to do with
coprophilous.
What gave you that idea? …Ha, ha, ha no, I said the
reception’s crap, not the recipient’s crap! I tell you what, let me get to a
landline and I’ll call you back…what?
A
L-A-N-D
L-I-N-E…oh never mind!”

Irritably he snapped the phone closed and not for the first
time, cursed the fragility of the things that everyone took for granted. If
every cell phone tower and web-server simultaneously died, the world would be
torn apart in a flurry of anarchy and confusion. If World War Three ever came
along, it wouldn’t be fought with nukes and conventional weapons. It would be
based entirely on electronic warfare. Even though physical casualties would be
massively reduced, the overall effect would be more catastrophic than anything
that mankind had ever experienced before.

Feeling utterly depressed by his failed telephone call and the
apparent impending end to the world as he knew it, he began to traipse back to
the office.

“I don’t like this,” he thought to himself. “It’s seedy, wrong
and the pressure on me is fucking huge! What if I fuck it up? What if he
refuses? What the hell was Bill thinking when he asked…no, told me that I had
to do this? It’s not only wrong, it’s unfair. He promised never to say
anything. Bloody politicians! They’re all the fucking same when you strip away
the different party representations, the false smiles and the bullshit.
Two-faced, arrogant assholes, the lot of them!”

He trudged on moodily and when he finally felt his anger
dissipate slightly, a rational thought managed to worm its way into his mind.

“He’s right though,” he mumbled bitterly. “This is probably the
only way to put this to bed once and for all.”

Suddenly he snorted, surprised at the unintentional joke.

“I’m wasted in this career,” he grinned. “Comedy Central here I
come!”

The laughter had lifted his mood and as he bounded up the
stairs two at a time, which was no mean feat for a man with such small legs, he
was already rehearsing the conversations that he was about to have.

“It all comes down to this,” he thought. “The reporter and the
hooker… Sounds like the start of a bad joke or maybe even a trashy novel. I’ll
have to remember that, after all, don’t they say that we’ve all got at least
one book in us?”

* * *

Jake sat perfectly still despite the cramped position and the
dull ache in his legs. He had remained in the same position for nearly two
hours and displayed a discipline that could only be learned through hours of
practice and exercise. He hadn’t lost his edge in the months that had followed
his dismissal and although the discomfort was acute, he embraced it and
delighted in his own restraint and consummate professionalism.