Secret Smiles and Three Little Words Pt. 13

She grunted under his heavy thrusts. Her hands grabbing at the sheets. This inspired him to drive harder. He took it as an approval. The warmth of her wet pussy caused his balls to churn. The smell of her perfume mixed with their sex made his nose twitch. It was all too intoxicating.

He pulled her hair to the side and watched her. Her beauty inspired him to drive harder, deeper. He lifted his knees to the bed and forced his cock deeper. He was frog fucking her now, at his deepest apex. He was reveling in her feel. Her scent. Her everything.

Cumming with a shudder and a growl of satisfaction he felt his cock convulse deep in her. Bucking against her soft folds as it spewed into her like a volcano shooting its lava. He collapsed on top of her. His breathing erratic and shallow.

Rolling off of her, he tried to suck in deep breaths.

"God I need to get into shape!" he growled at himself.

He pulled her up to the top of the bed and threw the covers on her. He then went to the other side and got in bed himself. He turned over and looked at her. She was beautiful, and she was going to be his in a couple of weeks. He fell asleep looking at her.

Elizabeth woke up, the sun was coming in the cracks of the curtain. The fog of the drug hangover kept her from realizing what had happened. She remembered flashes. She remembered Royce giving her a shot. She remembered the euphoria as the drug rushed through her system. The hot wave that made her gush with approval. She hadn't had that high in so long! Now she knew why Royce liked it so much. It was like nothing she had ever had.

She rolled over, that's when she realized she was naked. She also realized Royce was in her bed.

"Holy fuck!" she gasped.

She thought it was a dream. Now she knew it wasn't. He fucked her.

"No, no, no!" she gasped sitting up. She felt herself and felt the sticky residue of his cum. "No dammit no!"

"What's wrong?" he asked her sleepily.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" she barked getting out of bed. "You raped me!"

"I did not," he gasped.

"Did I give you permission to fuck me?" she raged.

"No, Beth," he tried as she started to cover herself with clothes. "Listen, you said I could have you."

"In two weeks you dumb shit! I still belong to Gavin!" she said the tears brimming in her eyes.

"It's just a matter of timing then," Royce told her.

"And my vow!" she cried out sitting down.

He went to her. And stroked her hair.

"Look," he said softly. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself! You were so beautiful and so sexy!" She shook her head. "You brought out my inner devil." She sat back, away from him.

"Don't be like that," he said his tone hardening. "You wanted me."

"I do, but under my conditions!" she barked bringing a hand to wipe the tear away.

"I'm sorry," he tried. She rolled her eyes and tried to get up but he forced her back down.

"I could report you!" she threatened.

"Silly girl," he shook his head. Her stomach rolled at the condescending tone. "I'm above that, and you know it!"

"No, you are not! I can ruin you!" she pushed her way by him.

"And ruin your shot?" he said as he took her place in the chair.

"What?" she turned.

"What I am about to tell you is completely off limits for anyone else," he said to her. He waited for her to nod her agreement before he continued with his revelation.

"My father will be vacating his seat next year to run for the senate. He already has it arranged with the governor to put me in his seat," he told her with a slick smile.

"What?" she gasped. He nodded.

"My name is all that needs to be on the ballot," he smiled. "Once I finish his term, then I will run on my own. Nobody runs against my family. I will win in a landslide."

"What does that have to do with me?" she asked him. She hoped he was talking about what she was hoping for.

"Well," Royce smiled as he realized it was working. "My father says to win and stay moving forward, I need a family persona. That starts with a wife."

"What makes you think I want to get married?" she asked him.

"Because you want what I want," he told her bluntly. "Look, my father is working overtime accumulating favors. Lots of favors, both sides of the aisle."

"He is going to run for President?" Elizabeth asked him.

"No," Royce smiled. "He saving that for me."

"What?" she took a step towards him for the first time as she realized he was not only speaking her dreams, but also the truth.

"My father believes it's too late for him to make a run," Royce explained. "But if I do well, if I get my ducks in a row. He will call in all his favors and I can make a run."

"He wants you to be President?" Elizabeth smiled. Royce had her and he knew it.

"It all starts with a wife, then a family, got to look the part," he smiled.

"I don't believe in marriage!" Elizabeth scoffed.

"You don't have to!" he smiled. "It could be an arrangement. I'd be cool with that!"

She dropped her head and thought about it.

"Don't tell me you didn't think about this long before, you have wanted to hitch your star to mine for a long time now. Together we can do what Bill and Hillary Clinton did. Push me to the top, then perhaps, you can be a Senator, like Hillary. Once I have the power of being president, my family will be Kennedy like!"

"The question becomes," he said coming to her. "Do you want it? If you don't, then go ahead and go to the police, or go to Gavin. Tell him I injected you with heroin. That will go over really well with Mr. Goody-Goody. He might buy that I raped you. I don't think Gavin is going to care. He will look at the fact you disobeyed his orders about the drugs and got what you deserve. He will toss you aside for his new pet. I will shun you as I can't do anything but protect myself from your allegations."

"It's a calculated risk," he continued. "Taking me on, my father is powerful, you wouldn't be the first girl to come out of the woodwork making an accusation such as this. Once the drug history comes out, people will forget you. They will say you had it coming. That you wanted it. It will be your word, against one of the most powerful families in America. How has that worked out in the past? Chappaquiddick? Michael Kennedy, Joe's brother, fucking the fourteen year old babysitter? William Smith, the nephew, in Florida?"

"We are the new Kennedys," Royce told her. "Hell even Bill had an affair with Monica! Where is she now? Nowhere. The butt of jokes. Are you willing to risk that? Or do you want to help me to the White House?"