California looove

The next morning the car of the president pulls up in front of your house at 9:30 and soon enough you receive a text message from Kamala: "I'm here, sweetie. Please come down." "On my way" You type back quickly as you grab your luggage and hurry to the elevator. She smiles as she sees you leave your building and she quickly exits the car, walking up to you. "Hey honey, let me take that for you..." She offers as she reaches out for your suitcase. "Oh no it's not heavy don't worry!" You reply as you put your stuff in the car yourself. "So stubborn honey..." She opens the car door for you before taking her own place in the car. You smile warmly at her once you're comfortable in the passenger seat. "Anyway... Good morning Kamala!" She gladly returns the smile. "Good morning sweetie. How did you sleep? You're not too tired?" "A little, it was pretty late when I left yesterday." She hums in agreement, nodding her head. "Yes it was... we both should've gone to bed earlier, we were too tired." She starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, enjoying the thought of having you close to her for the next week. You look at the road and raise a hand towards the radio. "Do you mind?"

She looks at you for a moment, and then glances at the radio, shaking her head a little. "No no, sweetie, not at all. You can play whatever you want." You browse through the channels and stop when you hear a groovy jazz song. She hums a little in approval when the jazz music starts, enjoying the sound as she focuses on driving. She glances at you out of the corner of her eyes, watching how you rest your head back against the headrest. You also eventually look at her from time to time discreetly. She smiles softly as she notices you stealing glances at her as she drives, she tries to stay concentrated on the road, but there's a part of her mind that can't fully stop thinking about your presence. You both listen to the music quietly until you reach the airport and meet the rest of her team and security. Kamala glances around, watching how her team is getting the suitcases ready and the security agents walking around, making sure everything is good to go. Then she turns around and looks at you standing there in the middle of it all. You seem to be checking if everything is okay as you observe around then back at her. "We can get in the plane already Kamala. Everything will be ready soon."

"Yes, let's go, sweetie. Come with me." She walks up you in a couple of big strides, and puts her hand on your lower back, gently leading you inside the plane. You feel her fingers on you as you let her lead you inside and let a little gasp as you see the luxurious  inside of the plane. She can't help but chuckle lightly at how your mouth drops a little. "I guess you don't get to see airplanes like this often, hm?" She teases you, still keeping a hand on your lower back to guide you to your seat. "Well yes it's a big change from economy class." You say jokingly as you walk in and look around at the couches and huge chairs. She laughs lightly, nodding at your comment. "Yes, it's definitely a big upgrade. You'll only be flying like this from now on, honey." She gestures at one of the couches, and smiles at you. "You should sit down, sweetie. Let's get comfortable." "You're right, I need to try this!" You say as you hurry to the large couch and let your body fall into it. "Oh perfect..." She watches you relax on the couch and can't stop herself from laughing once again at your enthusiasm. She takes a seat next to you in the couch, a little too close to you for it to be totally innocent.

You smile as you feel her thigh against yours and you look out the window curiously then back at her. "I have to say I'm a bit nervous, it's been a while since I last had a flight." She tilts her head and smiles at you softly, watching you as you move around in your seat trying to get more comfortable. "There's no need to be nervous, sweetie. We have really good pilots, and the flight won't be that long. You'll be perfectly safe." She pauses for a moment, lowering her voice just a tad bit. "Plus you have me to keep you company." You smile softly as you look at her. "I have to say, knowing you're with me is very reassuring." Her heart flutters at your words, and she can feel her whole body reacting to you being so close to her and the things you're saying. "I'm glad you feel that way, honey." She reaches out a hand and hesitates for a moment before placing her hand gently on your knee, hoping no one is watching you two. You talk a little and soon enough the plane starts moving and you grab Kamala's arm right away. She looks at you in surprise as you cling to her arm as soon as the plane starts moving, laughing softly at how clearly nervous you are. She looks at you and covers your hand with her own, trying to keep you calm.

"Hey, it's okay, sweetie. It's going to be fine. Breathe. Just breathe." You nod and take slow breaths as the plane takes off. She keeps her hand over yours, trying to sooth you by gently rubbing her thumb over your skin as the plane takes off. When you're up in the air, she glances around, checking out the other seats on the plane to make sure everyone is busy before her hand starts slowly trailing up your arm, gently caressing your bicep. You let her touch you, enjoying her attention as you close your eyes in an attempt to get some rest or sleep. She watches as you close your eyes and rest your head back against the couch, enjoying how relaxed you look after calming down. She takes a moment to look at you closely, admiring your face and the way you've positioned yourself. She doesn't realizes it but she shifts a little closer to you, her body now pressed against yours. You both stay still until you eventually instinctively rest your head on her shoulder. She lets out a soft breath as you do, her body is immediately flooded with a multitude of feelings. After a moment, she can't control herself from slowly resting her own head against yours, taking in the feeling of you pressed against her.

A member of her team glances at you two but you don't notice as you drift off to sleep slowly. Kamala doesn't either as she's too busy admiring your sleepy little face and she slowly strokes your shoulder to soothe you. You hum in your sleep as you rest against her. Kamala closes her eyes for a second, enjoying the feeling of you being so close against her and starts shifting around to get to a more comfortable position. In the process, her arm ends up around your middle, pulling you closer against her. You instinctively hug her as you hum again, your eyes still closed. You stay like that for the whole flight until you eventually wake up before to arrive. You take a moment to realize where you are. She watches as you slowly blink yourself awake, a warm smile spreading on her face as she sees your eyelashes flutter against your skin. "Hey sweetie... had a good sleep?" You pull away a little sharply, feeling guilty the second you realize you've been sleeping on her. "Hey! I'm so sorry, I must've fell a little on you when asleep..." You say with a little blush. "Oh don't be silly, sweetie. You didn't fall on me, you fully leaned against me as a pillow." She teases you and chuckles lightly, enjoying seeing you being a little flustered.

You blush more. "Well I... sorry for... using you as a pillow." She laughs softly at your blushing and tries to sound casual as she responds. "Oh no worries, honey. I can be a pillow for you anytime." She grins at you warmly while she mentally scolds herself for being so cheeky. You giggle and nod to acknowledge the info. "Good to know... if I'm ever sleepy when we work." The idea of you falling asleep against her again almost sends a shiver down her spine. "Of course, sweetie. You know I'll always take care of you." She reaches out and gently pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. You melt a little from her words but look away quickly, acting like you're looking out the window as the plane lands. "If I'm right we don't have anything urgent to do except settling down at the hotel. I organized your meetings so you wouldn't have to rush right after landing." You explain as you turn back towards her. She looks at you with a soft smile. "Yes, you're right, sweetie. Thank you for that. And... you have already checked us in at the hotel, correct?"

"Yes! Of course, I dealt with it with the others so we'd all have a room at the same place." She gives you a friendly and polite smile as she's very satisfied with your work. "Fantastic. Let's head to the hotel then." You nod and you leave the plane and get into a highly secured car discreetly to reach the hotel. The car ride is short, and in just a few minutes you arrive at the hotel. It's a very elegant 5 stars hotel, the place is beautiful and the personnel is very polite and discrete. As you get out of the car, her bodyguards surround you, and her hand casually brushes your lower back, gently guiding you forward into the lobby. You smile softly to yourself as you feel her hand and follow her lead, the workers give you the keys of your rooms quickly and you all escort Kamala to her suite to make sure everything is okay. Once they reach the suite, Kamala walks inside to check it out. It's big and spacious, with a living area, a bedroom, a beautiful bathroom and even an office. The furnishings are elegant and classic and the overall vibe is very presidential. "Oh, this looks nice. I guess they spared no expenses... " She turns around to look at you for a moment. "Only the best for you Madam President." You say with a little wink as you lean against a wall next to the door.

She pretends to be looking around the suite, but in reality she's more focused on the way you're leaning against the wall, looking relaxed and comfortable. She takes a moment to admire the angle of your hips while wondering how you can be so attractive. "It looks great, sweetie. I'm sure I'll sleep very well here." She turns to face you, her eyes lingering on you for more than what'd be considered appropriate. You smile as another member of the team speaks. "We'll take a moment to rest, thanks (y/n) for the scheduling by the way. And tomorrow we'll get ready for your speech Madam President." She looks at her team as they speak, nodding in acknowledgement. She can feel the tiredness of the trip slowly settling in, and is ready to rest. "That sounds perfect, gentlemen. Thank you." She gives a subtle nod at her bodyguards, cueing them silently to give her and you some space. She watches as a couple of them leave to rest in their own rooms leaving just a couple men on the hallway. You look back at her as you were staring at the bodyguards leaving. "Alright, time to nap I guess. Call if you need anything." You say as you straighten up.

She watches you intently as you shift around, her eyes following every single movement your body does. She clears her throat and finally speaks, her voice having a bit of a commanding tone now. "Come over here. I want to talk to you for a minute." Her tone makes your smile fade as you feel like you did something wrong. "Is everything okay?" "Everything is fine. I just want to talk to you privately, come here." She points to the middle of the room, expecting you to come closer. The atmosphere is crackling with tension now. You obey but you're still nervous as you look at her almost apologetically. She waits for you to get closer until you're directly in front of her, standing only a few feet away. Her eyes roam over your body, taking in every single inch of your form, before finally landing back on your face. She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest as she speaks. "Tell me... how long do you think you're going to tease me for?" Your eyes widen a little. "What?" She takes a small step closer, a hint of a smirk appearing now on her lips. "Don't play coy with me, sweetie. I'm not stupid." She studies your face, watching your reactions and your movements, analyzing your nervous energy.

You look left and right to escape her intimidating gaze as you feel warmer out of nervousness. "Eyes on me (y/n)." She reaches out and puts a finger under your chin, tilting your head to make you look at her. You look into her eyes, your pupils dark and trembling very slightly as you stare at her. "You think I haven't noticed how you've been acting with me? You think I don't see what you're doing?" "I don't know what you're talking about." You say as you keep looking away from time to time, struggling to hold her gaze. She gets annoyed by your persistent denial, and she tightens her grip on your chin. "Cut the bullshit, sweetie. I'm talking about the way you've been clinging to me on the plane. About how you blush at every compliment. About how you can't even look me straight in the eyes for more than 5 seconds without turning away. I'm talking about how you're a damn tease." Her words come out as a half groan as she's slowly losing her restraint with you. You grit your teeth to contain yourself as you grow more nervous and flustered. "I... I'm sorry, I'm just trying to be pleasant..." She scoffs, her expression now clearly impatient with your denial. "Oh please, you're being a lot more than pleasant and you know it."

She moves her other hand to your waist, her hold on your body getting more and more possessive by the minute, her fingers digging into your hip almost harshly. "A-ah..." You let a low little gasp under your breath as you feel her grip and nails. "You... you're hurting me Kamala..." She feels you squirm under her touch, and it only fuels the hunger in her even more, her grip not relaxing one bit for now. "Good. I want you to squirm. I want you to lose control. I want you to know exactly what you're doing to me." She slowly walks forward, her body now fully pressed against yours, forcing you to move backwards until your back hits the wall with a dull thump. You let a more audible little sound as you hit the wall and glance back quickly, realizing you're trapped. "Kamala, that's not reasonable!" She ignores your protests, her entire body now covering you against the wall. "Be quiet. Or I'll make you be quiet." Her threat and dominance make you shiver and you push back against the wall as you stay silent obediently. A sly smile appears on her face as she sees you submit to her. She moves closer again, her nose almost touching your skin now as she speaks, her voice low and sultry.

She moves her head so she can speak directly into your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "You're a very, very bad girl, aren't you? Thinking you can tease and flirt with me like this... thinking I won't do anything about it..." You let a little cry as you feel her so close and because of her words. However you can't say anything, you can't oppose her, she's your boss. You little whine does not go unnoticed by her, and she closes the little gap between you. She lets her nose slide against your neck, taking in your scent as she continues to whisper in your ear. "You can't say anything, can you? I've got you right where I want you, sweet little thing. Right under my power, isn't that right?" You tremble from the feel of her. "I- I- my job is to say yes to you, that's all..." Her smile grows even more dangerous now, her free hand moving from your stomach to your waist, grabbing firmly at the soft flesh there. "That's exactly right, you're my employee so you do what I say. And I say..." She moves her leg so it's now between yours, her knee slightly pushing on a sensitive spot. "Get on your knees." "W-what?" You feel a hot wave of excitement at her demand. She grips your waist a bit more harshly, enjoying the effect she's having on you. "You heard me. On. Your. Knees."

The authority in her tone is clear, and it leaves no room for a no answer. She wants you on your knees in front of her, and she'll get what she wants. You don't wait another second as you slowly kneel in front of her, looking up at her as your thighs shake under you. She lets out a small satisfied sigh when you obey her, a wave of heat rising through her body as she looks down at the sight in front of her. "Good girl." She takes her hands away from you to slowly undo her jacket, letting it slip from her shoulders. You look at every one of her movements as she only has her white shirt on now. She watches you closely, seeing the look of hunger in your eyes as you look up at her. She lets her jacket drop on the floor without a care. "You've teased me all evening without thinking of the consequences. I think it's time you learn your place." "W-what are you doing Kamala?" You murmur, a bit intimidated. Her hands go to her shirt, undoing a few buttons, showing a hint of her cleavage and her beautiful tanned skin. "You need to understand what happens when you tease your boss so much..." She lets the shirt hang open for a moment, revealing a black lace bra that leaves very little to the imagination.

Your lips part in surprise and desire as you start seeing her skin and underwear, you put a hand on the ground to keep your balance as you're still kneeling for her. She lets her shirt drop down on the floor so she's just in her jeans and underwear now. "You want to touch me, don't you sweetie? You want to feel how soft my skin is?" "T-thats not fair Kamala..." You mutter as you keep looking. She lets out a small laugh at your protest, her fingers moving to the hem of her pants. "Life's not fair, darling." She smiles down at you, looking at your trembling legs and your parted lips, loving how you can't seem to help but stare at her. "Now tell me... do you think you've behaved well enough to touch me?" You nod eagerly from below her. She smiles at your answer, loving that she has you practically drooling over her. "You know that's not what I meant, sweetie. Ask me like a good girl." "I- please, pleeease let me touch you, I need to feel your body and skin. I need you more than anything else in the world right now Kamala pleeease!" A low moan escapes her lips when you beg, your words making her want you even more. "That's better. Good girl." She steps closer, now almost towering over your form. She moves a hand to your jaw, gently tilting your head up to look at her.

"Come on then, go ahead. Touch me. Anywhere you want." "Kamala?" You then ask in a complete different tone as you put your hands on her thighs. She shivers from your touch, a small gasp leaving her lips as she feels your fingers. "Yes, darling? What is it?" "Did you hear me Kamala?" Your tone is a bit confused and slowly bring her back to reality. She blinks a few times, as if coming out of a haze. Your tone catches her off guard, and she looks at you with a slightly confused expression, her mind still clouded by her lust. "P- pardon? What?" She is taken back from her thoughts as she fantasized about the whole thing about you. You were standing in front of her, wondering why she was silent. "I said I'll go rest and unpack to give you some peace... are you okay?" She runs a hand through her hair and suddenly looks sheepish, realizing how zoned out she was. "Oh. Right. Yeah, I'm fine." She gives you a small smile, but you can see the slight blush on her cheeks. "I'm... yeah I'm fine. You go rest, sweetie, I'm sorry. I'm just... I have a lot on my mind tonight." You nod and don't question her further as you leave to your own room, closing the door on your way out.

She watches you leave with a conflicted expression, her mind racing with a tornado of emotions. She knows that what she just imagined went too far. The power she has on you and that you're willingly giving her is driving her crazy. Her self control is slowly crumbling. However she's the president, she must stay in control and can't have that kind of thoughts. Especially about her young assistant... She sighs at her own mind, walking to the bed and collapsing in it. She needs to sleep or else she might just go insane.

I know what you are. Lmaooo don't be mad chat I just noticed some eagerness in the comments and had to feed y'all 🎀

-Djedje <3