Brazen Qualities Ch 7

Warnings: Language. Smut. Politics
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The next week flew by faster than you’d expected and before you knew it you were back in Iowa going over last minute details for the caucus. The night you arrived you spent dinner going over tactics with Cynthia and Heather, before retiring to your hotel suite. You got a text from Heather the next morning, Jackie wanted to meet with her, privately and secretly. You advised her to go, already having a general idea of what the conversation was going to entail. It wasn’t until later in the afternoon that you got a second one, asking you to come meet with her. You were half ready for that evening, skirt hugging your hips, but your blouse loose for the sake of comfort. Your make up was done, but your hair was still waiting to be curled properly, you figured you’d wait until after dinner for that. Giving a quick knock on the door you let yourself in,

“Make sure that’s locked, will you?” Heather called from behind the desk. You scrunched your face, but made sure to twist the security deadbolt and toss the latch.

“What did Sharp want?” You asked, moving further into the suite, wondering if there was more to the conversation than you’d expected.

“Exactly what you said she would.”

“You offer her anything?”

“No.” Heather smiled, “but I didn’t call you here to talk shop.” You cocked a brow,

“You have a debate in two hours Heather.”

“And I have something for you.” She smirked, and the fire in her eye had your interested piqued. “Come over here.”

You were even more curious now, she, much like you, appeared to be ready for the debate, though her sleeves were rolled up and a few buttons undone on her shirt. The glinting of something on the desk caught your eye, it looked like a mini remote, but you were guessing it had nothing to do with the t.v. As you rounded the side of the desk Heather pushed her chair back and you were able to now see exactly what she was talking about.

“Oh…” your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the strap, you felt yourself clench over simply the idea of it as your eyes raked up Heather’s body. Grinning, she popped open a few more extra buttons on her shirt.

“You were so good these past few weeks…thinking of me while you touched yourself? I figured you deserved a treat.” Her hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you to her, “now c’mere.”

Smirking, she pulled you down into her lap, your legs settling around her hips as your skirt rucked up around your waist. Your arms looped around her neck as you surged forward, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss. Heather’s hands were quick to sneak under your shirt, pinching at your nipples through your bra, you groaned into her mouth, your hips rolling against the dildo, a gasp of a moan at the sensation. She took full advantage, slipping her tongue into your mouth, rolling it against yours in the dance the two of you had perfected by now.

Her hands left your tits, one moving to cup your core while the other fumbled slightly with the buttons of your shirt, managing to get it undone enough to nip and suck at the curve of your breasts. Her fingers slid your panties to the side, dragging through your folds softly before toying with your clit. Your hand buried into her hair, pulling her tighter against you as she pinched at your clit. Her free hand tugged at the cup of your bra, her mouth immediately latching onto the newly exposed skin.

“Fuck..Heather..” your breathing picked up, a soft whine escaping your lips when her teeth sunk into the supple skin of your chest.

She certainly wasn’t holding back this time. Her tongue swirled around your nipple, flicking against it before her teeth scrapped against it again. Your hips rutted against her hand, practically begging for more. She chuckled darkly, her mouth moving to the other side of your chest to repeat her actions, though this time she began to suck on the side of your tit, knowing she’d leave a mark in the same moment her fingers sunk into your pussy.

“Oh God…” you murmured, your head dropping back, arching your chest toward her. Her fingers swiftly pumped inside of you, dragging right past where you wanted them, your hips jolting at the touch. They twisted and scissored inside your heat, making sure you were ready for the toy before she truly started fucking you. Once you were practically shivering against her body, your whimpering getting louder with each curl of her hand she knew you were ready, pulling her fingers from you. You couldn’t help but swear at the sight of her sucking her digits clean of your juices.

“Always taste so sweet kitten.” She murmured. You couldn’t help but blush, ducking your head, she merely caught you in a kiss, muttering against your lips, “you know what to do.”

Raising up on your knees, you grasped the toy in your hand as Heather’s made sure your skirt was out of the way. You ran the tip through your wetness a couple of times before sinking down onto it slowly, a hearty groan escaping your throat as you fully seated yourself on it. Bracing your arms on Heather’s shoulders, you rose up until just the tip was left in you before thrusting back down onto it. The added pressure from your thrusts and weight pressed the base of the toy right against Heather’s clit, causing her to let out a breathy moan at the sensation. You could feel every ridge of the strap dragging across your walls as it pumped in and out of your pussy. You gasped at the feeling of Heather’s mouth back on your chest, sucking your nipple with much heavier intensity. Your whines started to build, you could feel your walls start to flutter around the toy, your chest heaved and Heather pulled off your chest.

“Over the desk.” She murmured.

You climbed off her lap probably too eagerly, bending over the desk, presenting yourself to her. She swatted at your ass and you gently yelped, your cunt clenching at the thought of her giving you a proper punishment. Her hands grasped at the lace of your panties, pulling them down for you to step out of quickly, she ran her fingers up your legs, massaging at the globe of your ass as she admired the way your heels made your muscles pop. Heather lined up the toy with your cunt, pushing in slowly, a small groan coming from her lips as her hips met yours, the toy rubbing right where she wanted it. She thrusted into you, her hands grasping tightly at your hips.

“Harder..please…” you begged, your eyes screwing shut, hands wishing they had something to grasp has she obeyed your request with a dark chuckle. You didn’t see her hand move to the small remote, clicking it on, “oh fuck!”

“You like that don’t you?” She groaned out, the vibrations of the toy bouncing between your bodies. It was mainly at the base of the toy, for Heather’s pleasure, but each time her hips plunged against yours you were blessed with the sensation.

Heather’s hand dug into your hair, tightly yanking you moaned as she pulled you flush to her chest, her hips thrusting with vigor into you, the dildo hitting every spot you ached it to. She sunk her teeth into your neck, sucking and biting at the exposed skin as her hand held your hair firmly to the side. You could feel your legs beginning to shake, unsure if you would be able to hold yourself up through your orgasm, your whines coming faster and louder with each thrust, each nip against your neck. Heather’s free hand wrapped around you, both holding you steady and finding your clit with her fingers as the power behind her thrusts increased.

“Fuck! Ohhh fuck! Heather, please…fuck fuck fuck!” You cried out as you hit your peak, your body shuddering in her arms.

The sight of you completely blissed out was nearly too much for her as the vibrations continued to pull her higher and higher until she was coming, clenching around nothing, her arm tightening around you as her orgasm washed over her. Her hand shot out, clicking off the vibe as she collapsed into her chair, keeping you held in her lap, toy nestled inside of you as you both caught your breath. Her lips gently hit the side of your neck, nuzzling against your skin. You let out a soft sigh, your head lolling back on her shoulder, meeting her for a soft kiss, your hand coming up to cup her cheek.

“That’s one way to relax before a debate.” You murmured against her lips. She chuckled, pecking you again.

“You’re telling me.” An alarm beeped on her phone and she softly nudged you off her lap, the toy sliding out of you as she unclipped the harness, tossing the entire thing into a spare chair.

Half leaning against her desk you straightened your skirt, tucking in your shirt and readjusting your top to make sure everything was in place. Using the mirror across from you to double check your hair, smoothing back a couple of pieces. You reached out for your panties but Heather’s hand beat you to it.

“Uh-uh.” She smirked, “you’ll get these back later.” Moving to the blazer she was wearing that evening, she folded them neatly, placing them in the inside pocket.

“You really are something else.” You smirked. Heather smiled, meeting you for a soft kiss,

“Go finish getting ready. The cars will be here in fourty-five.”

“Yes M’am.” You shot her a grin before you left the room.

*

Naturally, Heather did wonderfully at the debate, she knew she had you and your privy knowledge to thank for that. You did flinch a few times while the other two started to come down on her, but after years powering through a courtroom, she knew how to hold her own. You were surprised when Jackie launched into an attack at Dunbar about her kids, even after saying she didn’t want to use that tactic, and even more surprised when Underwood came down on Jackie about her (step) kids. You couldn’t help the cocked brow as you listened, you knew Jackie pulling out and backing Underwood was the better option. She had a guaranteed spot on his ticket, whereas Heather had offered her nothing, but she was going to be the swing vote, and you had a feeling her supporters were more likely to support Dunbar. You weren’t sure whether Underwood was playing the tactic right now, trying to make sure it didn’t seem like there was some sort of deal between him and Sharp, or if he was just going free for all.

After all, this was Frank Underwood you were talking about.

Post debate you were out by the car, head buried in your phone as you waited for Cynthia and Heather to wrap things up inside. Underwood was answering a few press questions at the entrance to the venue while Jackie made her way to her own vehicle. She stalled slightly at the sight of you with someone from Dunbar’s staff, you glanced up, eyes meeting hers. Her head tilted as small near laugh took over her face, realizing that you were working as part of Heather’s internal team. You simply shot her a wink with a smile before she got into her car.

*

There was a soft knock on your door much later that night, you’d since changed into pyjamas and ridden your face of any make up, the t.v droned on with reactions to the debate but you weren’t paying too much attention, scrolling through your phone instead. Your attention was much more held by a small series of texts from Jackie. You padded over to the door, pulling it open since you had a very strong feeling you knew who it was.

“Good job tonight.” You greeted with a small smile, letting Heather into your room as the door swung shut behind her.

“I wouldn’t have been half as prepared as I was without you.”

“What can I say? I’m not afraid to milk personal relationships to help you get ahead.” She laughed,

“And I thank you for that.” Her eyes glanced toward the t.v briefly, “I’ve got a series of interview spots set for the morning. Don’t worry about them, enjoy your time sleeping in. But I do have a favour to ask.”

“Okay?” You cocked a brow,

“I need you to take this back home with you.” She dropped a bag onto the bed and you weren’t surprised when you peeked in to find the sex toy inside, “I can’t stash it somewhere and risk John thinking it’s Becca’s.” You laughed, but looked up to her with a smirk,

“One condition.”

“Yes?”

“I get to use it on you next time.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Heather smiled, stepping closer to you, her hand cupped your cheek as she met you in gentle kiss, “sweet dreams kitten.”

With a wink, she was gone from your hotel room, your cheeks flushed at the pet name. Your gaze moved back to the bag before you wrapped the fabric around it, burying it in the depths of your suitcase. This may have been your last week in Iowa, but there were definitely a few more stops on Heather’s campaign trail before the nomination would be secured, and it appeared that each of them would include very similar situations.