Senator elect, Mark Coleman paced the floor of their palatial bedroom restlessly. It was mid-afternoon and he wore only a dressing gown over his nudeness. On the large bed, Dianne lay naked, one leg propped up lewdly, a cigarette in her hand, a glass half-filled with straight bourbon on the night-stand beside her. She had slept long and sound, awakening only moments before to find her handsome husband moving about the room uneasily.
She had swung her feet to the floor and stood, callously, ignoring the propriety of a robe and walked to the cabinet where Mark kept a moderate liquor supply for convenience sake. He had been facing the window at the time, his back to her, and wheeled about at her sounds to see her voluptuous soft loveliness brazenly crossing the floor. His eyes fastened on the bounce to her round, full white buttocks and he saw the purplish bruises there and on her upper thighs that A.C. Faro's hands had caused only hours before. The sight aroused a bitter, but stimulating, little charge to churn in his stomach and he felt his penis give a lurch beneath his robe.
He watched her pour liquor into a glass, light a cigarette and walk back to the bed to sprawl obscenely on top of it, the whole performance carried off as if he were not in the room. Slowly, he approached her where she lay, his hands shoved deep in his robe pockets, his eyes feasting on her full, well rounded curves, tiny ripples of desire beginning to run swiftly over the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. He drank in her naked contours sprawled unashamedly now before him, from the high-set, round, firm breasts down over her flat belly to the enticingly rounded, ivory-sheened hips that led to the delicious sweep of long gradually tapered thighs. Between her carelessly spread legs he could see clearly through the soft, golden pubic hair covering her loins the fleshly pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the daylight flooding the room. He swallowed tightly…
"A drink the first thing you wake up?" he said softly. "Has it come to that, Dianne?"
She eyed him coldly, observing him now as if for the first time, but only after he had spoken to her.
"It helps make it all tolerable," she said flatly, lifting the glass to her lips and consuming a portion, the liquid burning rawly in her throat and stomach and causing her to grimace as she swallowed.
He bit nervously at his lower-lip and she read the frustration, pain and bitterness in his eyes. Something of compassion… and maybe even love became suddenly evident, too, and the little gleam of desire rapidly growing there didn't go unnoticed.
"Dianne, listen… I…" he stammered. "Oh, damnit… I'm sorry, Baby… You understand? I'm sorry… for everything."
"Everything?" she repeated.
"Yes. Everything I've done to you… and let be done to you. Listen…" He paused, gaping at her, his eyes growing wet, his mouth trembling. "Damnit, I love you! I-I didn't realize how much…" He dropped onto the bed beside her, his face above hers and started to put his arm over her, but she stopped him.
"And… when did you first notice this great surge of love, Mark?" She spoke bitingly up into his face. "Was it when you saw A.C. fucking me like a bitch dog in the ass? Or when I was sucking off the Judge…?"
"Shut up!" Mark spat, recoiling as if she had struck him across the face. He was on his feet again, his mouth stretching into a bloodless slash. "There was nothing I could do… don't you understand? I had to agree… otherwise, I didn't stand a chance in this election. Everything I worked and planned for would've been lost…" Then, his expression softened once more, and he said: "But now it's over with. Mark Coleman's going to move into the driver's seat, Baby… I'm going to finish Judge Reed's hold on this county." He grinned wryly. "You're looking at the new kingmaker, Sweetheart, and you're going to be my queen."
"Really," said Dianne, her expression unchanged. "So that's what my noble husband has in mind… a little upheaval in the ranks… an usurper, no less."
She shifted lewdly on the bed, spreading her thighs even further apart in a nonchalant, obscene gesture. Mark felt his prick lurch again and the excitement rumbling in his loins. He moved back to sit on the bed beside her once more, this time quickly draping his arm over her softly rounded belly as he leaned above her.
"Listen to me, you luscious creature… I love you," he whispered down at her. "You're my wife and I love you! I'm going to make it all up to you, Darling… I swear I will…"
He started to bend down to kiss her, but she held him off again with hands against his chest.
"No, husband," she hissed coldly. "There's no love inside this whore any longer… especially for you. You killed that, completely and utterly… just as you destroyed the naive girl that once was me. In her place is a little monster you created, a greedy, sex-hungry bitch who intends to take a lover or two in the local country club tradition… one in particular, my Phillip, if he'll have me… and if he won't, well, there's plenty more I'm sure, who'd like to get into the hungry pant's of the state's future first lady."
Again, Mark Coleman drew back from the exquisite naked girl sprawled carelessly beneath him, stunned, her words cutting him as might a keen edged blade. He bolted to his feet, starting down at her beautiful contemptuous face, almost cringing at the hate he read there. Something vile and galling erupted into his throat and he swallowed its bitterness away as he gaped in disbelief at her.
"You… you are a bitch!" he hissed. "A-A vicious little bitch!"
"Exactly," she agreed. "I'm just what you made me, Senator… and from now on, for the rest of your life, you're going to be reminded of that… and more." She raised her glass, draining the raw liquor from it, then smiled wrappedly as she said: "But you have, one thing twisted, Darling. Little Dianne is going to be kingmaker in this realm… the power behind the throne, so as to speak. Otherwise, the whole world is going to know about the hush-hush Coleman curse… that juicy little tidbit where one Mathew Coleman had a son by his sister, Catherine, or Kate, if you prefer… your grandparents, Darling… and you know how society regards the offsprings of incest. Something of a mental deficiency that's inherent, isn't it?"
Mark's eyes slowly widened in his horror. She had learned the truth! A skeleton that could destroy him immediately if it were publicly known… Good God! He was finished… finished!
"Damn you!" he spat venomously. "Now… I see. This is how you plan to get even… by destroying me…"
She cut him short with a little shrug. "I don't know what you're thinking of, Darling, but if it'll put you at ease… I intend to do nothing with my little weapon… except hold it over your head. I have, however, put the whole sordid story in writing and placed it in a secure place, to be opened and made public should anything happen to me… if I make myself clear."
Dianne continued to smile icily as she watched the expressions on her husband's face change in a kaleidoscope of horror, hate, and finally defeat. A sensation of sadistic pleasure rippled through her. At last, the sweet taste of revenge permeated her whole being, raising goose-flesh along the sensitive areas of her smooth, naked skin. She felt them on her breast and her tiny pink nipples distending; her hands moved there to caress automatically, narcissistically. What a shallow man he was, she mused, and what a delightful little puppet he was going to make. Again, tiny prurient sensations stirred within her.
She spread her thighs wider apart, drawing them up in a purposely obscene position as she continued to smile domineeringly at him. She said, finally: "Isn't it pretty, Darling? Doesn't it make your mouth water and your cock strain to get at it?"
Mark said nothing, only stared, the undeniable desire mounting in his eyes mingling with his rancor and vanquishment… but she had not yet seen subjugation, and this she must read there…
"You may lick it," she said softly. "Lick it and suck it for awhile, then… you can fuck me in the customary fashion you've always used on me… No love, just a fuck," she went on, the lustful idea causing further tingling excitement to race through her.
"My God!" he gasped. "And… and if I'd rather not put my hands on you…?"
"You'll do exactly as I say, Darling," she hissed softly, but acidly, her wicked smile continuously prevalent. "Exactly as I say… and when I say… I'm ready to be licked and sucked… do I make myself clear? NOW!"
Dianne watched the tears of helpless rage fill her husband, the senator's eyes, at last giving way to crushed subjugation, as slowly he moved forward, slipping out of his robe, his reluctant long thick cock caught in a half erection the sight of which sent a series of shivers along her spine… onto the bed… crawling between her legs subserviently, until his face was directly above her loins only inches from her now gently palpitating vaginal split. She could feel his warm breath against the silken strands of her pubic hair and wild sensations of dictatorial lust swirled within her sensuous, vibrant body as she reached down and grasped his head, pressing his mouth tight against the soft flanges of her cunt lips.
"Lick, Senator!" she ordered, her breath catching ecstatically in her throat. "Lick my pussy damn you!"
And he did, obediently, as she lay back sighing, the words of Boufflers suddenly coming to her: "How beautiful is victory, but how dear!"