The Witch, The Whip, His Wife and Her Lover

Chapter 2

by Alan Smithee

Tags: #cw:noncon #dom:female #pov:bottom #sub:female #D/s #f/f #m/f #sub:male #urban_fantasy

As Jonathan reflected on the events of the previous day, it was getting easier it was to convince himself that it was just some kind of delusional episode. He’d obviously fallen asleep at some point after he sent everybody home for the day. You just had some kind of crazy dream. You’ve always had a thing for lips.

The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. The alternative was completely preposterous – that he had been mesmerized those Lips, the full, vibrant, flawless Red Lips, that shade beyond compare, layered on top of those succulent, divine, endless, enthralling Lips, the most feminine, alluring, breathtaking -

“Hey, are you almost ready to go?” his wife interrupted. He snapped back to the present.

“Yeah, hang on babe, I just have to grab my keys,” he replied.

In the car, he was distracted. Adrienne kept trying to start conversations, and he kept trailing off soon after, thoughts always returning to the Red.

“Raven told me she’s starting today, the interview went well I take it?” she said.

“Yeah,” he gulped, “yeah it seems like she’s gonna be great.”

“I’m so glad,” she said. She sounded pleased – weirdly pleased to Jonathan’s ear. “I just know she’s going to make a real difference for you.”

Jonathan pulled up at her stop, and she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before stepping out of the car.

“Oh I forgot to mention babe, I’ll be going out again tomorrow night. Jo’s just broken up with her boyfriend and we’re...” she kept speaking, but Jonathan’s mind was on another planet. “Jon?” she said, noticing his distraction.

“Oh yeah sorry, no that sounds great,” he said. “I’ll see you tonight.” As he drove off again, it finally registered in his mind that she was probably scheduling another rendezvous. It didn’t seem very important.

***

Jonathan entered the office simultaneously terrified and exhilarated. His rational mind told him there was nothing to worry about. One part of his mind told him to run away, but logic won out in the end, and he held his head high as he walked into reception. Julie was sitting exactly where he expected her to be, and the stack of papers he’d left behind yesterday were given pride of place so he wouldn’t miss it. Julie was avoiding eye contact and pretending to be very busy until she could gauge his mood.

“Good morning Julie,” Jonathan said.

“Good morning Senator,” she replied, mustering up as much warmth as she could. Jonathan stopped and picked up the papers. He could see her visibly tensing up. Getting that kind of a reaction pleased him, but there was also something that was gnawing at the back of his mind. You should apologize, he thought. Wait no I shouldn’t. A man should never apologize. Still, the thought of it made him feel odd. Warm. Red. Julie was getting more and more uncomfortable now that he was looking right at her, but the idea just wouldn’t leave his mind. He felt his mouth opening.

“Julie, I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry for the way I treated you yesterday,” he said. Julie was taken aback, and Jonathan was just as confused. The confusion quickly gave way to another feeling – arousal.

“No sir, I really should have had it all ready for you, I won’t let you down again,” she eventually stammered. You should keep going. You should tell her you value her, he thought. Wait no I-

“No, Julie, I shouldn’t ever treat you that way. You know I don’t tell you this enough, but I really do appreciate everything you do for me here. Without your work I couldn’t do anything that I do,” he said. He was now fully erect, and trying to do his best to hide it.

“Thank you sir, that’s really too kind.”

“No Julie, thank you,” he said, smiling broadly and angling his crotch to the side behind the computer tower.

“There were, um, a lot of messages today when I came in. Very angry messages. Is everything alright?”

He explained what had happened as best he understood it – at some point he’d fallen asleep after interview. Julie offered a sympathetic appraisal of the situation.

“Oh, speaking of, are the interns in yet?” he asked.

“Sandra’s about somewhere,” she said. “Do you want me to fetch her?”

“Oh no that’s fine, you’re an angel,” he said, then groaned slightly. Why was treating her nicely so fucking hot? It was all just so damned Red.

He raced into his office and sat down behind his desk. He tried to think about anything else. He wanted Julie to be slightly scared of him, she’d work a lot more efficiently that way. Saying sorry to anybody, for any reason was not the Delacroix way. And the way he’d just sucked up to her? He wanted to puke.

By 9am, he’d managed to start focusing on getting things done, and his arousal had started to subside. He’d organized golf for the weekend with several other senators, and he was almost ready to mentally tackle the problem of getting the independents back on side. He heard voices and saw shapes moving past through the frosted glass pane in the door, and he knew what that meant. Time to put this to rest once and for all, he thought. He wasn’t scared of Raven, she was just a young woman, but what if those Lips were back? They’d shown up some time during or maybe after the interview he’d had with her. It was all so fuzzy.

He walked back out into the reception area, and sure enough, Raven was standing there chatting with Julie. His heart pounded, and his breathing was hoarse. His rational mind pushed him to calm down and approach them, but his eyes were careful to avoid looking directly at Raven. She was wearing a similar outfit to the day before, which he knew he was going to have to talk to her about at some stage to avoid a minor scandal.

“Hey boss,” Raven said casually.

“Hi,” he offered up meekly. He was staring off to her side, daring his eyes to close the distance to her face. You have nothing to fear, Raven is a perfectly normal woman, he thought.

“Are you alright?” she continued. He realized he’d been awkwardly standing there for several moments.

“I um, yes, I’m not feeling a hundred percent, but mostly I’m ok,” he replied. Come on, I need to just do it, he thought. He forced his eyes to look over at her. A surge of adrenaline shot through him. To his relief and disappointment, her face was merely beautiful, and her lips were covered in a normal, subtle shade. See? Nothing to worry about.

“You do look a little pale, Sir,” Julie offered.

“Just nerves I think. I’ve still got a lot to get done and Thursday’s the big one, you know? Um, Raven, could I have a private word just for a moment?”

“Sure thing, Boss,” she said.

She followed him into his office.

“What’s on your mind?” she said after taking a seat.

“I um… I have to ask you something, and I know it’s going to sound very strange. Um.”

“Go on.”

“Have you seen any… um… any Lips around here?”

“… any lips?” She looked incredulous. “You mean other than the ones on your face, and the ones on my face? Yeah I guess most of the people in the office have some, now that I think about it.”

“I’m serious. I think I saw some after we met yesterday. They were this impossible shade of Red, they were so...” he trailed off, lost in the remembrance of it. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about. Just forget I said anything.”

“Ok, no worries Boss,” she replied, but looked very concerned.

***

For the next few hours, Jonathan called, and negotiated, and traded favors, and even put on a sob story about a family emergency for Senator Green. Not only did he buy it, he still seemed to be willing to take the deal as it stood for his vote on Thursday. Jonathan couldn’t believe his luck. Even so, a single vote margin was not as comfortable as he’d like. All it would take is one person to have a last minute change of heart to torpedo the whole bill. Senator Thompson still wasn’t returning his calls, so that didn’t seem promising. He gently pounded his head on the desk. God I’m such an idiot, why did I let this happen?

In the afternoon, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” he said. The door opened slightly and a small blonde head appeared through the crack.

“Excuse me Jonathan, do you have a minute? I wanted to go over some of the procedural stuff. You know, for my studies,” said Sandra. He relaxed instantly. Sandra was exactly the person he needed to see to take his mind off things.

“Sure, come on in,” he said.

She slinked through the door and locked it shut behind her. Jonathan raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“I heard about what happened yesterday from Julie,” she said with a sympathetic look. “I’m so sorry, I know that was a really important meeting.”

“Thanks,” he replied. That topic was still going to be raw for a while, but did his best to play it cool.

“I know you work so hard, sir. You stay late, you come in early. I don’t blame you for needing a nap every now and again, you know?”

“I… yeah… I must have really needed it,” he said, trying not to think back to the preposterous fantasy once again.

“And you’re like, so inspirational, you know?” she continued, now standing over his desk. He was being given front row tickets to her ample cleavage, but no matter how hard he tried to steal a glance, he found that he just couldn’t. It’s extremely disrespectful to ogle women, he thought. Wait that doesn’t sound right... But the more he didn’t look at this young, painfully attractive woman, the more turned on he got.

“That’s very kind of you to say, Sandra. But um, what was it you wanted help with again?” he said, trying to cut the tension. Sandra’s face lit up with a cheeky smiley.

“I just thought you might be able to help me… um… work over some things”. She walked around behind him and started giving him a shoulder massage. God that feels good. “But I can see that you’re very tense. Why don’t we take a little break now?” He gulped. You are in a position of substantial authority over this young lady. It would be inappropriate to take advantage of the situation to be intimate with her, he thought. This was what he’d been fantasizing about for weeks. Every fiber of his being was screaming out for him to grab her, throw her over the desk and fuck her to within an inch of her life. On the other hand, he had to consider that he was in a position of substantial authority over this young lady. It would be inappropriate to take advantage of the situation to be intimate with her.

“Miss Smith, I...” he said. He wanted it so badly. Her tight young body. Those piercing blue eyes looking up at him as he slid inside her. Those gorgeous tits bouncing up and down as she rode him. “It’s not really appropriate for people in our situation to get intimate,” he continued. He felt even more blood rushing downstairs. The sheer Red of this line of reasoning was impossible to deny.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, sir,” she said, stretching out the final word. “It’s ok, I want this too. You know, I saw you at a rally a few years ago. It was when you were running for election. You look so fucking hot in a suit. And you know, you wear one every single day. It’s enough to drive a girl wild,” she purred.

He wanted to just seize her, touch her, anything, absolutely anything. But instead, he opened his mouth again.

“I’m sorry Sandra, the answer is no. Even if you think you want this, it would be an abuse of authority for a high ranking government official to have intimate relations with an unpaid intern. I just can’t overlook the ethical considerations.”

She looked completely shocked. In truth, Senator Delacroix was shocked by what he’d just said as well. He stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it wide.

“Anyway, if there’s anything else you need don’t hesitate to ask,” he said loud enough for his secretary to hear. Sandra looked utterly humiliated, and sped out the door.

“Thank you sir, I… I’ll get back to it.”

He closed the door again, but his dick just kept getting harder. What the fuck is happening to me? He was almost quaking on the spot. God, why the hell is respecting women so fucking hot?

***

Jonathan fumbled with the car keys, phone pressed up against his shoulder.

“Yeah, Julie, hold all my calls, I’ve just realized I need to take care of something at home. I’ll be back in tomorrow.”

He pushed the speed limit all the way home. He’d never been so turned on for such a long period of time without some kind of stimulation. If I’m not gonna fuck Sandra then I guess Adrienne will have to do. The way he was behaving sickened him, but it was just. So. Red. He was going to burst if he couldn’t get some release soon.

When Senator Jonathan Delacroix pulled into the driveway and screeched to a halt, Adrienne Delacroix was running on the treadmill visible from the front of the house. Always a tease my love, he thought, licking his lips. Her body was almost as fit now as the day they’d first met, but age was showing the first warning signs of catching up to her, despite her best efforts and his considerable financial resources.

She stopped running when he slammed the door open.

“Hey babe, what are you doing home so early,” she said. She sounded almost upset. As he walked towards her he could smell her sweat. There were beads of it running down her forehead.

“Oh hun, I need you so badly,” he said, reaching out his arms. She looked down and saw the huge bulge in his pants.

“Oh jeez,” she said, while stepping back. “Look I don’t know if I’m up for anything right now babe.”

He stared at her. What do you mean you’re not up for it? He closed the distance between them. He felt the edge of something Red gnawing at his mind, but he was completely focused on the task at hand.

“C’mon Andrienne,” he said. I own you! You’ll do what I want, when I want, he thought to himself. The Red tried to push through again, and he could almost hear something else. Some other thoughts.

She walked back further, but was now cornered. He walked right up to her.

“Look I’m really exhausted after that, no stop-” She tensed up her muscles and closed her eyes in anticipation, but nothing happened. Jonathan just stood there, frozen in place. The Red thoughts suddenly burst through into his mind. No means no. You’re completely fine with her answer.

“I… yeah of course. That’s totally fine,” he said, his face suddenly taking on an understanding smile. “Maybe some other time. Obviously, no means no. I’m completely fine with your answer.” Adrienne looked equal parts relieved and surprised.

“I um, I’m gonna go get changed,” she said, retreating to another room of the house.

No means no, he thought. It reverberated through his head. He felt a familiar tingling through his crotch. His muscles tensed. His eyes unfocused. Suddenly, he came, standing alone in the corner of his living room. It was the most satisfying orgasm of his life. There was a single, vivid image fixed inside his mind – that of the most piercing, vibrant Red Lips conceivable, mouthing “Good boy” over and over.

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