I kept going over the five extra clauses tacked onto my nondisclosure agreement in my head and wondering what I’d gotten myself into. The last clause in the NDA was obviously the most important.
19. Recipient agrees all aspects of her relationship with Candidate, whether related to Campaign or sexual in nature, must be kept confidential, unless Agreement is declared null and void by Candidate. In the event of the Candidate’s untimely death, Recipient shall remain bound by this Agreement for not less than seven years.
Chase came back to our cabin after his chat with the pilot, adjusting his tie and looking very pleased with himself. “The pilot says we have nothing but clear skies ahead of us. Maryland, here we come.”
He sat in the seat next to me and immediately pulled out his iPhone to check his emails.
“I can do that,” I said, pulling out the new iPhone he purchased for me two days ago.
He smiled at me as he tucked his phone into his coat pocket and leaned toward me. “You can do that…?”
“I can do that, Sir,” I murmured, as he kissed the corner of my mouth.
He planted a soft kiss on the tip of my nose and sat back. “Fasten your seat belt, Larissa. I’m a strong believer in the old adage safety first.”
I’ll bet you are. After all, that was the whole point of the NDA, wasn’t it?
My heart hammered as the plane roared down the runway. I hated airplanes. As soon as we were at cruising height, Chase removed his seat belt then reached over and undid mine.
“Come with me.”
I followed him through a locked door toward the rear of the plane. We passed through a cabin where twelve staffers sat in equally luxurious accommodations.
As we passed, Chase squeezed the shoulder of a young fellow with curly hair hunched over a computer. “Don’t work so hard, Isa. Relax a little or you’ll scare off the young ladies.”
Isa grinned sheepishly. “Just checking the latest polls, Sir.”
“Larissa, this is Heather Rodin,” Chase said, as we came to the back of the cabin where a mousy girl was busy typing a message into her phone. “Heather works for the Times. She’s doing a feature on my visit to Maryland. I told her she could speak to you tomorrow, after you’ve become more acquainted with my staff and the campaign. I thought you two should meet before we land and they whisk us all off to separate hotel rooms.”
Heather cocked her eyebrow as she held out her hand to me. Her hand was tiny and a bit clammy. “Nice to meet you, Larissa. I look forward to speaking with the newest, closest member of Chase’s campaign.”
“Likewise. Pleasure meeting you, Heather. By the way, I love your shoes. I have a pair just like those in the nude color. Had to leave them at home to conserve space in my luggage. You have great taste.”
Heather smirked at my compliment as I turned to follow Chase back to our private cabin. As soon as he closed and locked the door he cast a sly grin in my direction.
“Very smooth complimenting the reporter. Thank you.”
“Thank my acting coach.”
“I already did thank your acting coach.”
“Shut up!” I said, playfully punching him in the arm.
He laughed as he took a seat on the leather sofa and began loosening his tie. “Truth be told, Heather is something of a thorn in my side. She contacted my publicist yesterday at the last minute and we couldn’t really say no after that big speech about transparency last week.”
I took a seat next to him and reached across to help him with his tie. “She seems a bit nosy and suspicious, if you ask me. I mean, what makes her think I’m the closest member of your campaign? I think Teddy qualifies for that position.”
Teddy Holt was Chase’s bullish campaign manager, known for making staffers weep with his quick abrasive wit and impossible deadlines. He was already in Maryland waiting for us. Just the thought of meeting him today made me want to cry.
Chase pulled me onto his lap as I slipped his tie off. “Right now, I think you’re much more qualified for that position.”
He kissed me hard as he clutched my hair, which was newly cut and dyed at Chase’s request.
“Are you wearing panties?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he replied, as he slid me off his lap. “Now bend over so I can show you what will happen if I ever catch you wearing panties with a skirt.”
18. Recipient shall be subject to occasional light physical punishment from Candidate. Punishment will be issued with Recipient’s safety in mind and may include, but is not limited to, spanking, whipping, choking, and application of physical restraints. Should such punishment become too much for Recipient to handle, Recipient agrees to use safe words. Recipient will use the safe word “yellow” when punishment should slow down or ease up. Recipient will use the word “red” when punishment should stop immediately.
I bent over the sofa with my feet planted firmly on the floor. He yanked my skirt up, exposing my cheeks. The first two spankings were light and I could feel my lips becoming slick with my juices. The third smack stung quite a bit.
“More?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Later,” he said, as he bent over me and kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear. He turned me around so I fell back onto the sofa then he spread my legs and gazed at me hungrily. “Now it’s time to reward you for being such a fast learner.”