It was a really rough night for one Ms Olivia Pope as she finally drifted off to sleep while the most powerful man in the world gazed down at her. Ms. Pope had been awakened by the secret service from her own bed and hauled off to an undisclosed apartment in a nondescript high end neighborhood when she entered the apartment rough hands grabbed her from behind while a gruff voice told the secret service agents they were no longer needed. Clothes were ripped of until she stood butt naked in the middle of the room.
Whirling around she confronted her attacker while trying to cover herself."WTF" The man had been quiet up to that point told her to "shut up" and then reached for her neck, grabbing it and backing her up against a wall, sliding his hands in between her thighs. Olivia tried to smack his hands away from her punani which was the wrong thing to do evidently cuz the man reacted in the most intense way lifting Olivia completely off her feet and putting her on the couch that dominated the small room. Pushing her head into the corner of the couch with her legs flailing and kicking, the man slid in between her thighs shoving her back while taking his pants and drawers off at the same time.
Olivia was pinned completely in the couch and could not move.
What she did not know was that the apartment was rented under an assumed name and paid up for a whole year in cash. It had been soundproofed and wire tapped proof. Nobody was going to get any noise from that apartment which is what the shadow owner wanted.
Olivia Pope had been acting a little too uppity with her new boo and needed to be reminded of whose town she was in.
Fitzgerald Grant the POTUS stared down at her with his cold blue-grey eyes and finally spoke to her "Livie you know you belong to me right?" Olivia flashed an angry look but stayed silent. If aroused and made mad Fitz could fuck all night if he wanted.
Staring down at her with a bemused look on his face he almost felt sorry...almost but she had bought this on her self ignoring his phone calls, gifts, flowers and personal notes passed through trusted associates. Yep she was asking for it.
"Fitz' she whimpered as he wrapped her legs around his back and entered her.
Grabbing both of hands and lifting them above her head to keep her still while he rocked inside her like a runaway train building speed with every stroke, burying his face into her neck and shoulder he gave no quarter, no notice of her crying, begging, pleading none of that shit mattered she had kept that pussy away for far too long.
Olivia was screaming at Fitz to stop "please talk to me, Fitz please Jake is just a friend"
"I know you are fucking him" Fitz screamed back. "No I'm not" pleaded Olvia.
Fitz ignored her and stroked harder the only sounds you could hear in the room was their bodies slapping together. Olivia lay back tired, scared of the changes she had seen in him for the last few months which is why she stayed away from him.
Tears ran down her face and finally Fitz tired himself out, he came loudly and fell on top of Olivia releasing her hands.
Gazing down at her his eyes were thin slits but looking down at the tears on her face softened him somewhat. Suddenly he kissed her forehead and said "I know I don't have the right but I can't stand to see you with him taking my spot by your side." Olivia through her tears said " I never left your side" Fitz smiled and then let her drift off to sleep while holding her close to him.