Hello everyone! I started thinking about power dynamics in sex and relationships between people who have professional lives that demand a lot of control, decisions, and power, and well, my mind vomited this.
With that said, this is set during season 6 with POTUS Elizabeth. Also, in this, you'll not find E H exhibiting the behaviors of the typical dominating vs submitting roles. Due to the nature of the characters and the demands of being President, I think it would not fit well to have what we normally see in tv/film/books of a typical dom/sub dynamic, with someone relinquishing full control and with a type of power dom that makes all the decisions.
Final disclaimer, I'm very curious of how someone so sheltered and micro-managed by everyone would buy stuff like lingerie, sex toys, etc without it being scrutinized by the media. And I can't imagine Elizabeth having that conversation with Roxanne, especially for the more "racy-but-expensive" pieces of clothing that I imagine her buying to surprise Henry. So I came up with a possible solution for how that could go down. I don't know. I also don't live in the US so the concept and architecture of the White House are, maybe not very realistic in this but please bear with me.
Part 2 will be here soon.
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Nadine presented her ID by the gate as usual. With her car window down she tipped her sunglasses, smiling at Jimmy.
"Morning Jimmy. How is your papa?" The handsome secret service agent at the gate booth was the nephew of one of the only lawyer friends that Nadine kept in DC. He was just a kid, despite the shining badge and gun at his waist.
He gave her a genuine smile "Good Morning Miss Toliver. He's doing great. Thanks again for the chocolate babka. It was amazing."
"Ah! I'm glad. You're welcome."
"You can go ahead Mam. Mr Moran is already waiting for you by the entrance hall."
"Thanks. Have a good one."
As Nadine parked the car, she could already see Blake in his pristine suit waiting for her outside the door.
"Hi mob partner" She greeted him as he gave her a quick side hug. He snorted at her choice of words.
"It's nice to see you, Nadine"
Nadine handed him the bags she'd carried from the car. Even at a distance, it was clear they were from some high-end feminine boutique. They exuded a tactful opulence even without any visible branding on them. The stitching and the interplay of dark and gold hues were a dead giveaway.
"When she finally told me about this- I-I told her I could've done it and saved you the trouble, but she-" He tried to explain, shaking his head in exasperation - sharing the absurdity of not being able to do this for her. This was supposed to be his job or at least Roxanne's.
"She wanted a woman to do it." Nadine said without missing a bit.
"A woman that is also a friend. And it's no problem, really. I needed to do some shopping too anyway."
"Do you want to come up for a coffee?" Blake offered.
"She's already on the oval but Henry is still here" He pointed to the entrance that took them to the first floor of the residence.
"Raincheck ok? I have class in an hour."
"Ok Professor Tolliver." he said in mock seriousness.
"But get her to call me tomorrow"
"I'll try, but it will probably only happen after 10 pm."
"Yeah, no problem. Say hi to Henry from me" Nadine was already used to the late-night calls. Being President meant long hours and a schedule that was like a living organism: always unpredictable and always changing. They started talking more during that first year in office when Nadine was still in California. After a week or so of missed calls, Nadine told Elizabeth that it should always be Elizabeth calling, in an effort to minimize the probability of them being interrupted or having no real time to talk. In exchange, Nadine would always try to answer. She also prohibited Elizabeth from starting any phone call with a "sorry for calling" or a "sorry it's so late".
Blake entered the Oval Office with a fresh cup of coffee in hand as everyone left the room. The only one that remained planted on the sofa was Jay, as usual.
"There you go Mam"
He replaced the cup on the desk with a fresh one, catching her attention to his presence.
"Thanks, Blake."
Her eyes didn't leave the documents she was signing, but she was itching to ask the question. Of course, she was. She looked up and peered over her glasses to see if Jay was paying any attention to them. Catching Jay absorbed by his phone, she asked Blake as nonchalantly as possible.
"Everything went ok this morning?"
She continued reading the documents or fake-reading them at least. She didn't want to be embarrassed by the blush that started to coat her cheeks and neck. The situation was embarrassing enough already.
"Yes mam, everything went smoothly. She asked for you to try to call her tomorrow"
"Yeah ok. And Henry?"
He knew what she was asking. She was surprised this morning when Henry stayed behind in the residence since he had a late start today. And Blake didn't know exactly what was inside those bags but if he had to bet on it he would say it was some kind of expensive lingerie or worse.
But yeah, Blake knew that the bags were definitely something that she didn't want Henry to see. For now, at least. God, he did not want to think about his boss's sex life. Maybe it was for the best that she asked Nadine to do this. The nearly mortifying conversation they shared when she told him about her plan and Nadine's involvement was more than enough. He was a little offended that she asked Nadine to do something that had been clearly his job for years. He picked her clothes for years, he could easily pick up the task if she didn't want Roxanne to do it and he told her as much until she explained why she didn't want him to. When he understood the nature of clothing she needed to buy he didn't push it any further. Beyond the discomfort and the fact that he would most likely feel lost shopping in a store like that, there was also the matter of him now being more recognizable in DC since taking the role of Executive Assistant to the President and the likelihood of someone figuring out for whom the clothes were for was very high.
"Not to worry. Everything went as it should." When he went into the residence he just told Henry he was leaving some clothes in the closet for the President to try on later. Bringing up clothes selected by Roxanne was something that happened all the time so Henry didn't even bat an eye at it.
Elizabeth finally took her eyes off the papers in front of her to look at him, expressing her warm gratitude.
"Thanks again, Blake."
"No problem Mam"
By late afternoon all the meetings for the day were done and it was looking like it was a calm day. Checking the time on his watch, Blake knocked entering the oval.
"Mam, we are done for the day. What do you say about an early, well earlier leave today?"
Elizabeth checked her watch, surprised by the time.
"Woah, 8 pm and we are done?"
Blake smiled at her sarcasm.
"It looks like it. Pending any disasters occuring in the next few hours it seems like you have the rest of the night free."
"Uuuh I like the sound of that"
She stood up stretching her arms up and wincing as she felt her back cracking.
"Good night Blake"
"Good night Mam"
Elizabeth made her way to the residence at a slow pace, her hands occupied fishing out all the pins from her hair. She used this time to wash out the day from her mind and prepare for what came next. She was really going to do this? The excitement fluttered in her stomach. She knew what she wanted, she just had to convince Henry to be on board with it.
"Hi babe"
Henry took his eyes off the TV when he heard her enter the living room.
"Hello my beautiful husband"
She let out a sigh as she moved towards him intent on catching his lips in a sweet kiss. As they kissed Henry pulled her to his lap and she willingly draped herself on top of him, kicking her shoes before pulling her feet onto the coach. Her face found the crook of his neck instinctively, burying her nose there, taking in his scent. Henry took the opportunity to caress her hair and back.
They stayed like that for a while, Henry kept playing with her hair absentmindedly as he paid little attention to the TV. He listened to her taking a deep breath, trying to bury her face even more in his shirt.
"Hey, rough day?"
He had to move the blonde curtain away so he could peek at her face.
"No, I'm just tired."
"Yeah, I get that. Have you eaten yet?"
"Yes, Blake brought me an omelet" her eyes protested against the light as she finally looked up from her little hideaway.
"I'm gonna take a shower." She pecked his lips and left ruffling his hair a little.
Getting to the bathroom, she stripped slowly and watched herself through the mirror. Taking off her makeup methodically, she took a minute to really look herself eye to eye. Are you up for this Elizabeth? It's been a long time. You want this, but can you ask for it?
It was all about that, wasn't it? Could she utter the words? Could she ask Henry to do this? Saying it out loud would be the biggest challenge, she was sure of it. Because if she couldn't say it to him, she wouldn't be able to enjoy it. Not entirely. And saying it, declaring openly what she wanted him to do to her was the ultimate proof. It was the last ounce of power that she would express before submitting.
Stepping out of the shower she wrapped a towel around her body and went to the closet looking for the bags left by Nadine. Crouching down on the carpet she took the boxes out of the bags. Going through them made her smile in excitement, her fingers traced the golden logo on the box at the top.
Her choices had been the result of a sleepless night spiraling with nervous energy. She had taken Henry's phone from the nightstand and went online trying to shop the night away. Of course, she couldn't place any order online and have it delivered to the White House. But she could count on Nadine to take care of it for her. Her friend had told her as much during a late-night talk where she showed Elizabeth the results of her latest shopping run in the lingerie section. Roxanne always brought up every piece of wardrobe for her to choose but she missed having the power and freedom to browse and mindlessly look for clothes, especially lingerie. Asking Nadine the favor could be the best compromise she had available.
From the first bag, there was a black lingerie set in bespoke Swiss embroidery completed with silk elastic straps with 24k gold plated swan hooks and hardware. It was classy and sexy. It was art, no doubt about it. On the same box was the collar that completed the outfit. In black satin elastic and a 24k gold plated hardware.
On the second bag, there were two black boxes. On the smaller one were the black faux leather cuffs with a gold-tone thick chain connecting them. She bit her lip, her fingers tracing the cold of the chain. She couldn't forget the item description on the website when she saw it for the first time. It put into words the exact mood she wanted for this night: "For a look of unapologetic decadence, this pair will help you stay fashionably restrained in any circumstance."
Finally, she eyed the last box with confusion, there wasn't anything else on her list. As she opened the box there was a note with the company logo and with the handwriting of Nadine on the back: Wear it with the confidence of the name on the tag! PS - This is not a gift, you're paying for it. xo -N
She snorted at the message and pulled the item out of the box. It was a beautiful black bodysuit, with elegant mesh panels along the torso. Taking the tag in her hand she finally understood Nadine's message: "The Elizabeth Soft Body Black".
She took a deep breath and centered herself to continue with her goal for the night. She took all the boxes and wrapping paper and set them aside on one of the armchairs inside the closet to be dealt with later. She did not have the patience at the moment to tidy it.
She fished out the black panties, bra, and collar and put them on. Has the moment was approaching she was getting antsy, she really wanted this. She had built this moment in her mind for the last few days, imagining it, thinking about Henry's reaction, almost tasting how it was going to go down. She couldn't take it much longer. Moving in front of the bathroom mirror again she applied just a little bit of pencil eyeliner and mascara. She took one last minute to admire the image looking back at her. Yeah, this would do.
At last, she took the cuffs from the box and brought them with her to the bedroom, leaving them on top of the pillows at the top of the bed. Finally, she sat on the edge facing the door.
"Henry, can you come in here for a second?"
"Yeah-yeah" she heard the couch dip and the sound of the TV remote clacking on top of the coffee table.
She waited for him patiently, pulling a few strands of her cascading hair behind her ear. Straight back, legs pressed together and hands resting on her thighs. A pristine posture finished with her head slightly bowed, hiding her nerves and her blush for what was coming next.
"Whoah Elizabeth. Y-you look amazing"
She looked up at him, his surprised tone was a precious gift at that moment. "You think so?" She bit her lip, still a little in doubt about her wardrobe choices for the night.
"Yes! Fuck babe you caught me by surprise. You look so beautiful." Henry squirmed, his hands twitching, trying to refrain from adjusting his pants.
"You know what day it is?" Her voice remained shy and small.
Taking his shaking head as an answer she continued "It's the day we made love for the first time"
"Really? That was a good day." Henry was intrigued by her statement. He remembered that day as if it was yesterday but they never made an effort to celebrate it before.
"But we never celebrated it before"
Nonchalantly she shrugged her right shoulder "It's always a good time to start don't you think?"
"Amen to that" he couldn't stop tracing his eyes up and down her body. Trying to commit to memory the image in front of him. He rubbed his hands together as he stepped forward in her direction. Elizabeth knew well that the gesture was a dead giveaway for his nervousness.
When he was right in front of her she spoke again. This time with a clearer and more commanding voice. The last time for the night, she hoped.
"I have a proposition for you" She leaned into his hand as he caressed her cheek. His curious eyes told her to continue.
"I want to-" She closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath trying to regain some strength before continuing. Henry tilted her chin up and smoothed his thumb over her lips, urging her to continue. It was like he was reading her mind.
"I want you to fuck my mouth. And then I want you to take me and-and make me come. Hard." It was difficult to maintain eye contact while saying all of that but seeing the effect her words had on him was worth it. She continued stuttering a little "I want to-I need to submit to you. Can you please do that?"
Henry gave her a warm smile of adoration. How could she be so sexy and adorable at the same time?! "We haven't played like that in a while Elizabeth. Are you sure you want this?"
He would do everything for her, but he had to be sure. Power was a tricky thing to explore in the bedroom, especially if you lived your everyday life with any lack of it or with an abundance of it. And she was easily the most powerful person in the world these days. Living with that mindset every day and being stripped of it suddenly, even if it was just for a few hours, willingly and in a safe space… Henry had to put all that into the equation. They were not in Virginia anymore. And that ought to cause some whiplash on her brain and nervous system.
"Yes, please Henry. I need you" Her eyes conveyed her desperation and certainty.
"Ok. I'll take care of you babe" he joined her in a sweet gentle kiss. "I'm gonna take a shower. Don't move."
Let's do this - He thought as he moved to the bathroom while Elizabeth was left stunned.
Closing her eyes she took a shuddering breath trying to center herself. Was she ready for this? She was certain she wanted it but was she ready? It really has been a long time.
She took this alone time to get into the right mindset. She knew it would help her in the long run if she entered this right. It was almost like a meditative state of mind - relinquishing control. It was all part of the game: the preparation and the aftermath were as important as what happened in between, she knew this and Henry knew it too.
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I hope you enjoyed this so far. Please comment :)
The clothes/items described are from Bordelle and Bluebella:
Bordelle
The lingerie set is from the Alta Collection: Alta High Waist Thong, Alta Soft Cup Bra; completed with the Circe Strap Collar.
Bluebella
The Cuffs described are the Lotus Cuffs Black/Gold.
Bodysuit: Elizabeth Soft Body Black.
Also, I saw an interview with Obama saying that during his term he was only allowed to have a phone that sent text messages and made calls because of the threat of hacking. That's why Elizabeth steals Henry's phone whenever she wants to google something.