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‘I’m wet for you,’ I tell him, lifting a sex-scented fingertip to his nose. ‘That’s what I want right now. But I need to put your mind at rest, dear Mr Cobalt, and it seems there is only one way for me to do it. Go and bend over the desk.’
‘What?’ The urbanity has fled from his vowels. He half-laughs, then looks desperately over at Ruby, as if pleading for help.
‘I won’t ask you again.’
He shrugs, gives another bitter little laugh. ‘I’ll remember this, you know.’
‘I know you will. Fondly, I think.’
Huffing, he bends his body, naked from the waist down, over the desk. How I love to see his tie dangling, his smart Jermyn Street jacket not quite covering his peachy bum cheeks.
‘What you have been lamenting,’ I say softly, standing beside him, my hand caressing those pale pink globes, ‘is something you like to call the smack of firm government. Isn’t it, Cobalt?’
‘It’s a figure of speech!’ he half-shrieks, twisting his head around, knowing full well what I have in mind. ‘And I want Ruby out of here!’
‘I just want you to know,’ I continue, ignoring him for the moment, ‘that I can provide that. Together, we can still give the electorate exactly that quality. Let me show you.’
My hand stings with the force of the slap I land on his true-blue bottom, but he is made of stern stuff and doesn’t utter so much as a squeak. I know he won’t beg, no matter what, and I admire him for it almost as much as I find it irritating. I try my level best to get a reaction from him, but he accepts my hail of punishing slaps with stoicism and my arm tires before his resolve does. All the same, his buttocks are a glorious sunset shade by the time I have finished and I stand back to admire my handiwork.
‘You’ve never been redder,’ I tell him with a chuckle, and then I squeal as a strong arm circles my waist from behind and rough, hot breath in my ear suggests that I am in need of exactly this treatment myself.
‘We’ve provided that smack of firm government for the last ten years,’ Ruby growls. ‘If you want the proof of that on your arse, you’ve only to say the word. Believe me, Ms Saffron, I am an expert in that field.’
‘I know you are,’ I purr. ‘I don’t need a demonstration. All the same ...’
I am tempted by the idea of being thrown over Ruby’s lap and lit up like firework night ... but I have to retain control, for the sake of the party. For the sake of the nation, goddammit!
But Ruby’s hand is halfway up my leg now and I am weakening, on the verge of conceding ...
And then Cobalt straightens up and swivels around, his face like thunder, his cock like a lightning rod.
‘I think that spanking turned you on,’ I goad, increasingly losing the capacity to form words as Ruby’s fingers work their magic in my knickers, between my lips.
‘I never thought I’d say these words,’ says Cobalt dangerously, pacing towards us, throwing off his jacket. ‘But, Ruby, I’m prepared to deal. You and me in coalition against this dirty little slut.’