Charity's Secrets (6 page)

"What
does that mean, exactly?"

This
whole time, you can't even tell if Justin is listening. I know he is, I know
every fucking detail is being analyzed and stored, but you cannot see it
happening.

"It
means we could take it back out as easily as we put it in, if you're not
interested. We helped you get elected, we'll let you keep that, but the
financing—that would be gone. But if you are interested, no one, not your wife
and kids, not your political team, no one will ever know or be affected by it. What's
more, you can continue playing, within limits of course, and we'll cover it,"
Cattie says.

"And
senator doesn't have to be the end for you," Austin interjected.
"Think about that, Scott, think hard about that. We got you to senator
without breaking a sweat. Imagine what we can all do together. How high do you
want to go?"

The
room fell silent.

Lewis
has finally stopped ringing his hands. He could see the light at the end of a
very long tunnel. He leans back in his chair, blowing out a deep breath and
putting his hands on the back of his head.

It's a
submissive gesture.

"He's
in!" Lena says happily.

Justin,
the crazy son-of-a-bitch, looks at the camera and winks at us, knowing we are
watching. No one there, not even the group, knows we have eyes inside. It's not
something they need to know. They need the results, not how we get them.

"I
don't see how I can refuse," Lewis says. "But I don't see why I would
want to, either, so I'm in."

Austin
smiled and patted Lewis on the knee, proud of his choice—just like Justin told
him to be. It was going to be much easier, for everyone, if Lewis was under the
impression he'd gotten to select his involvement.

"So
what do we do now? How does this work?" Lewis asks.

"First—we
drink. A little something to seal the deal," Austin says, his voice excited.

"Hell
yes, I could use a drink!" Lewis jumps up and walks to the sideboard he
uses as a minibar, more than eager to counteract the stress of the meeting with
a double of fucking anything. The sideboard is littered with crystal bottles
and a silver shaker set, handsome glasses covering a silver tray. He pours
everyone their choice of scotch, whisky, or brandy, and they all notice his
glass is about three times deeper than any of theirs. He also finishes his
twice as fast.

"You
have a new account," Cattie begins. She hands him a bank card, while she
takes a sip of her scotch. "No one knows about this account, keep the card
safe. You won't get any statements and you don't have online access. We'll text
you the balance info when there's changes."

"So
this is my allowance?" he asks, a hint of discomfort obvious in his voice.

"Think
of it as half of your new salary and you'll appreciate it better that
way," Franco says sternly. He leans forward his chair, his huge weight
balanced on its edge.

Lewis
nods, still afraid of Franco.

Cattie
continued, "Two-hundred thousand will be deposited on the first of each
month into that account, regardless of any balance. Play with it, buy toilet paper
with it, spend it however you want."

Lewis
sat down, a bright smile in his eyes. It's more than he's been throwing down on
his own, much more. Not only did we take care of his current debt, but we've
given him a way to fill his need and stay out of debt while doing it. It's a
sweeter deal than he imagined.

"You
need to mind the limit, Scott" Austin said compassionately.

"If
you hit the limit before the next deposit—you're done for the month,"
Franco added.

I got
nervous myself when he said that, and I'm not even there.

"Make
sure you understand that," Franco continues. "We are watching every
other account you have and everything you might open in the future. You need to
have some control, because this isn't a game. If money starts disappearing from
any other place, we've got a problem—
you've
got a problem!"

"It's
the only way we can keep you safe, Scott, and ourselves. You pull money from
someplace else again, like your campaign funds, and you get caught...we can't
risk that. You must see that. You have to know that, and what people in our
position would be willing to do to protect themselves at that point,"
Austin says. Just as Justin had him practice over and over, his eyes are wide
and honest, almost scared for him.

"You
guys know this is more than I need. I'm sure that you considered that when you
were planning it."

Austin
and Cattie both nod.

"There
won't be a problem," Lewis promises.

"Problem
with that is you're bound to get used to the freedom of the higher limit real
quick, and that's when you'll trap yourself. Don't let that happen!"
Franco's voice managed to grow even more menacing. "My advice, don't get
close to the limit when you play. Use the balance on something else; the kids,
your wife, something you can feel safe about."

Lewis
nodded. "You said to think of it as half my salary, what did you mean by
that?"

"I'm
glad you asked," Cattie said, taking over. "There's an entire team
behind you now, more than those in this room. Campaigning for you going forward
is just a PR event. Financing is taken care of. Crisis management, marketing,
press, research, security—it's all handled."

"Your
political career just got the biggest boost you could have ever hoped
for," Austin agreed, holding out his hand to Lewis, who smiled and shook
it, laughing nervously.

"Just
tell me how it works," Lewis says. "Am I working directly with all of
you?"

"Not
really," Austin replies. "I'll be your POC for nearly everything. You
could hear from one of the others from time to time, but most everything will
go between us. I'll tell you who to meet, what to say, how to vote—whatever
needs to be done. And you contact me for anything you need. We'll have strategy
meetings once a month, which will be the people here now, give or take. And get
used to that quiet one back there." He pointed at Justin.

Justin
doesn't make any effort to come forward. He wants Lewis to expect him, but not
know him. He simply nods his head slowly as Lewis does the same nervously.

"Mr.
Collins is our security and intelligence department. If we need to know
something, he'll get the answer. If we need something done, something or
someone taken care of, Mr. Collins is in charge."

"So
he's my security?"

Austin
winces a bit. "Not really. He's
our
security. He watches you as
much as he watches out for you. I just want to be honest. You deserve to know.
He works for the group, not you. He'll do things you need done, but don't
misunderstand where his loyalty is. If you turn against this group, you turn
against him, and that—that would be the worst mistake of all."

JUSTIN HAD TEXTED ME
that he was on his way up, so I went to wait in his
office. Sylvester paces back and forth while we wait together. We had important
information to give him, but it could wait a few minutes.

I miss
him so much. It hasn't been long, a single night so he could be in DC early.
Then a flight back on the Hawker this afternoon. But it was long enough. I
heard the same need for release in his voice on the phone earlier.

The
door clicks and he comes in, finding me leaning back in his chair, my legs
spread to expose a hint of red fabric under my Donna Karan voile skirt. His
smile still stops my heart and makes me gush. When he closes the door, he locks
it and heads for me.

"You
guys watched the entire meeting?" he asks as he approaches.

"We
did," I reply easily, turning the chair so that I will be facing him when
he comes around his desk. "It went perfectly."

"Everyone
did their part. That always helps."

I run a
slow hand between my legs, teasing him. I pull my legs wider, lifting my full
skirt higher toward my waist. "You should do your part now," I tell
him.

"I'm
going to do my part. My part is to love you with all I have, and I do. I love
you more than life itself. My part is to make you happy, and I'm going to make
you happy
right now
. I'm going to use my fingers and my tongue, and I
promise you, when I'm done there's going to be nothing left of you but
happy."

Justin
rounds his desk with his eyes growing wild and grabs my hand out of the way.
His strong hands grab my panties at the sides and literally rip them off me. I
slide back in his chair to get ready for him.

In one
swipe, he slides his fingers down through the river of wetness flowing out of
my pussy. Then he dips two of them straight into me and my breath is stolen,
seized. He strokes my G-spot, sending warm throbs up into my stomach.

Watching
him today, his accuracy, was more of a turn on than I can put into words and I
need release. My clit is solid and aching, my nipples swollen to irritation.

Justin's
right cheek brushes against my left thigh and I close my eyes to await the
bliss about to be given. Slowly, his face inches inward, his lips pressing and
sucking my flesh as he moves. I feel his hot tongue nearly in the crevice
between my leg and vulva.

My clit
is screaming now. My G-spot is getting all the attention and I want more.

His
mouth sinks into me at last, his hot lips and tongue sucking in all of my
wetness. He growls like a hungry wolf ravenous at its meal. The vibrations of
his growl add to the pleasure, making everything tingle and hum, making me feel
the onset of an orgasm.

With my
eyes open again, the sight of him on his knees with his face shoved into my sex
is exhilarating. His free hand kneads my fleshy thighs, pulling me into his
mouth. I feel the pressure of his mouth suck my clit from its hood, and the extremely
sensitive tip is tortured by his tongue swirling tight circles and letting its
hardness pop free to send contractions down the muscles of my legs.

"Oh,
Christ!" I breathe. "You do that so fucking good. Lick me hard! I
need to cum!"

Suddenly,
he is out of me, his tongue and his fingers. He was pushing away everything on
his desk, making a clear opening in the center.

"Stand
up!" he demands.

I do
just as he asked and when I do, he grabs my skirt by its bottom and bends me
over the desk, throwing my skirt completely over my head, exposing me from my
waist to my shoes.

Whack!

His
hand smacked into my round ass and sent chills of pleasure down the back of my
legs, the tingle seeping between them. I can feel the shape of his hand with
every finger on my tightening skin.

Whack!

The
other cheek was now evened out. My warrior parts are throbbing, wanting more.

I hear
his zipper and my eagerness overflows.

"Fuck
me, Justin! Fuck me hard!"

He
smacks my ass again, harder this time.

"When
you ask nicely, then I'll fuck you," he growls. "Not a moment
before."

His
fingertips run up from behind my knee to my ass, then dive through my softness
into my pussy. He never misses my G-spot and this angle, with my legs hanging
over the side, only makes it easier.

"Please
fuck me, I need you." I feel his hot cock against my hip like a tease.

Whack!

The
combination of the intense sting and his pumping fingers draws my orgasm
closer.

"You
don't sound sincere," he taunts. "Make me believe you!"

His
magic fingers ram in and out, stabbing my pleasure zone with a purposeful
intensity that drives me insane. Juices are rushing out of me in rivers, making
wet sounds between his busy knuckles and the sensitive skin between my
openings. I throw my arms wide across his desk, looking for something to hold
on to.

Whack!

It's
too much! I'm cumming!

"Put
it in me,
please!
I'm cumming and I want you in me!"

Justin
whips his fingers out of me and the withdrawal of my climax causes physical
pain; a deflating ache that rocks me silent, clenching madly at the surface of
his desk.

Without
a word, he pushes me up onto the huge desk, until my knees are no longer
hanging off. I hear him taking his shoes and pants off, then climbing up on his
desk with me. Standing over me, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me up toward
his hardness, plunging it into me. I can't see a damn thing from under my
skirt, but I don't need to. I just need to feel the swollen tip of his cock
pounding my pussy as his unyielding hands raise and lower me along his shaft.

Finally,
he puts me down and flips me over. I see him now, still in his shirt and tie,
looking hot as hell from the meeting. I wrap my legs around him and grab his
tie, pulling him in. He aims his hardness and slides in to his hilt, moaning at
the wonderful release of it.