"I Surrender!"

I help her off my lap, her thighs rubbing together with need. I roll the straps of her dress over her shoulders, and the white satin puddles on the ground. I tug her panties down her legs and off.

I have an idea, and it's just too wicked to ignore.

I bring the sopping wet satin up to her face.

"Open, please, Margot."

She opens, and I pop the panties into her mouth. She whimpers, tasting herself. She stands naked in all of her glory, except for her pretty white satin bow, still perched on top of her ponytail.

"Margot? Do you have something silky and long enough to tie you to the bedposts over there?" I ask.

She stares at me with wide, disbelieving eyes as I stuff her drenched panties into her mouth, muffling her whimpers. The taste of her own arousal on the satin makes her shudder, a fresh gush of wetness coating her inner thighs. Naked save for the jaunty bow atop her head, she looks utterly debased—tear-stained face, reddened bottom, and the glistening evidence of her shameful excitement painting her thighs.

At my question, she nods jerkily, pointing a trembling hand toward her closet. She retrieves four long silk scarves in a rich burgundy hue, holding them out to me with shaking arms.

I tie her spread eagle to her wooden bedposts, putting a pillow under her hips so I can have easy access to her drenched pussy. She whimpers around the mouthful of panties as I undress and kneel between her thighs. She arches her back as I begin to play with her gushing folds, squealing as I tickle her engorged clitoris, her stiff nipples.

Just before she can find release, I give her pussy a sharp spank, juices splattering.

She writhes against her bonds, pulling at the silken ropes with **** strength. Her back arches sharply as my fingers tease her most sensitive spots, drawing high-pitched mewls around the gag of her panties. The pillow elevates her hips, presenting her dripping sex to me like an offering.

She’s close to orgasm, so I spank her swollen sex again, bringing her back to earth. She jerks violently, a strangled scream tearing from her throat, only to be swallowed by the sodden fabric filling her mouth. Her juices spray outward, painting her inner thighs and the sheets below. Panting harshly through her nose, she collapses back onto the bed, limbs straining against their silken tethers.

This has to be rock bottom for her. Her head flails from side to side, the white satin bow fluttering like a white flag of surrender as I spank her sex again and again. My cock begins to stir as I take in the conquered congresswoman writhing beneath me, sobbing with need, panties half in and half out of her quivering mouth.

Her cries grow increasingly ****, raw and primal, as I continue my relentless **** on her most intimate area. Each stinging slap sends shockwaves through her bound body, making her writhe and buck against her restraints. The wet smacks of my palm connecting with her dripping folds fill the room, punctuated by her garbled screams.

She's never felt so helpless, so utterly at another's mercy.

I see her break, sobbing as she goes limp against the bed, her hips perched on the pillow, her pussy spread to me as I spank it again and again. As soon as I witness her surrender, I grab her hips with both hands and push into her, impaling her fully, watching her body shudder as she spits out the panties and lets go of a wild primal scream.

As I plunge into her, her back bows off the bed, a ragged scream tearing from her throat as the panties fall away. Her breasts heave with ragged shuddering breaths, her nipples are diamond hard.

Her velvety walls clench around me, slick and scorching hot, drawing me in deeper. The feeling of being so completely filled, so utterly claimed, pushes her over the edge into madness.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she wails, her voice hoarse and broken. "Ero! I surrender! You own me! Finish me! Make me cum!"

I give her what she wants and thrust again and again as she thrusts back as much as her satin bonds will allow. She erupts and melts into a violent orgasm, shrieking and bucking as if currents of electricity are flowing through her body.

Her fluttering pussy milks me past the point of no return, and I cup her breasts as I thrust into her over and over, flooding her with my release. We cum sweetly together, grunting and thrusting until the thunderstorm breaks and becomes a gentle rain as we continue our gentle coupling, her hot wet sex milking me for every last drop.

Her entire body quakes and quivers as another intense orgasm crashes over her, her back arching nearly painfully, toes curling against the sheets. Waves of ecstasy radiate out from where we're joined, setting every nerve ending alight with pleasure so acute it's almost painful.

We collapse into each other, breathing heavily. I untie her and lead her on shaky legs to the bathroom. I bathe her, wash her hair, cook for her, and feed her. I wrap her in one of her satin robes and take her to bed, relishing the way the satin clings to her body and the way the satin feels against my skin.

"Sleep well, Margot," I whisper as I rub her bottom. "I suppose I wouldn't mind having you as my campaign secretary if you're still offering."

She giggles. “Never”, she teases.

As consciousness fades and we drift toward sleep, she whispers, "Thank you, Ero. That was perfect."

She nestles into my embrace, her body molding perfectly against mine as if she were made to fit there. The cool satin of her robe contrasts deliciously with the warmth of her skin, a sensual caress with each shift and sigh. As my hand gently kneads the supple globe of her bottom, she hums contentedly, a sound of pure satisfaction.