Sure I liked him, what wasn't there to like about him? He was tall, lean and handsome with that silky soft blonde hair and bright powerful eyes that threatened to swallow me everytime I gazed into them. I couldn't help but be enthralled with Rufus and he was most certainly aware of my attraction. A few times had our hands brushed as we passed each other invoking that awkward silence of my insatiable libido screaming for him to stop teasing. He knew what he did to me and he derived some degree of twisted amusement from it.
Then the tension had gotten too thick. It was getting to be too much, I couldn't take anymore of it when I knew he was fully aware of the adverse effects his mind games took on me, physically, mentally, and emotionally. This one night ballet was getting to be a dance I didn't want to ever step into again. Even though he was, quite frankly, a beast in the bedroom and somehow kept me coming back for more. Perhaps it was hopeless addiction but if so, I didn't ever wanna get better.
For a millionth time I walked into that spacious office. Blinded by flourescent bulbs above gleaming on the slick black tile below guided by this invisible force that kept dragging me back to my master like a good little dog. I was addicted to him and this dance we shared. I knew it the moment we locked eyes and I found my face declared war against my hair about who could burn brighter. He had this way of consuming me no one else could ever have. He tamed the mutt within me and like a good little boy I crawled on my hands and knees across to mouth his pants, watching the focus in his eyes falter.
Slowly he tangled a hand in my hair and urged my mouth closer to the tent forming in his pants. I took a moment to gaze up at his face contorted in bliss. How soft it made his lips look, how flushed his handsome face, how the strands of fine hair plastered to his forehead as it dripped with needy sweat. Dissatisfied I was taking so long, he crushed my mouth against him. I obliged, running my lips over the hardening bulge. Releasing a needy moan his hands fumbled with his pants until they finally slid away. Damn I forgot how big he was.
"R-Reno.." his voice shook with raw desire. Desire only I could give him.
Slowly my lips teased the head, watching Rufus squirm and moan. "Yes sir..?" He shuddered, the 'sir' was such a power trip.
"Stop teasing.." he growled, already growing closer much to my surprise. He must have been really desperate tonight.
"Yes sir.." Spreading his long legs I did as he asked, watching his eyes fly open as the nails dug deeper into my hair. It hurt but I didn't mind much. I got to watch him writhe and whisper my name through clenched teeth as he tried vainly to contain himself lest someone hear. he'd gotten damn good at keeping quiet. It wasn't long before he lost all control and slumped back against the chair, quickly making himself decent again. He had one hell of a rebound too. We had to.
For the millionth time I rose to my feet and placed a kiss to his cheek, watching as, for the millionth time he simply pet my hair and flashed a little smile. Typical Rufus. A President before anything else. Slowly I made my way out but at the same time I didn't mind. I was addicted to him and this one night ballet. As long as I got to be close to him, I'd crawl around on my belly like the dog I was. For the chance to maybe, just maybe, hear one day that he loves me as much as I adore him.