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"Um...okay. What can I help you with?" You couldn't help but be shocked. You were the only one in the crowd who wasn't excited for him and he chooses to stop you? Your fingers played aimlessly with the hem of your denim shorts. "You didn't seem like you wanted to be there- at my rally? Do you have a problem with something I said?" He asked boldly, his hands crossing in front of him. He seemed so composed for asking you such a heated question. "Honestly, Mr. Anderson," You started, watching his face light up as you addressed him. "I really do. I think that a lot of what you stand for is a symbol of hatred and would be moving our country back in time to when women weren't allowed to vote and public places were still segregated. I personally don't like what you stand for." A bold answer in return to his bold question. His polite smile faded to a clenched jaw and dead eyed stare. "You some kind of feminist or something?" He sneered, arms crossing over his chest. You couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, you could call me that." You smiled sweetly. "If you thought you were going to be talking to a submissive, quiet woman then you pulled the wrong person." "Did I? Women are submissive just by nature. It's just how it is." He said matter-of-factly, making you chuckle and roll your eyes. "Oh? Something must have went wrong with me then." Your voice was dripping with sarcasm and although Anderson's face looked angry, his voice remained composed and calm. "Come to my place." Another bold statement making you raise an eyebrow, "I'd love to have a cup of coffee with you and hear what else you think about my campaign." Something about him was drawing you in, you weren't sure if it was his confidence, the way he was so composed? "I-I don't know, Mr. Anderson..." Your cheeks felt a little warmer than usual - he could tell. "Come on, I'm interested to know your opinions on me, maybe I could start gearing my campaign more towards the leftists." He stepped closer to you, eyes piercing into your own. "My place is walking distance away." With a deep breath you agreed. He did seem trustworthy and this would be incredible for your essay. He was right, you reached his house in about ten minutes, the walk was quiet. He lead you inside, your eyes watching him intently as he slid his suit jacket down his arms, tossing it on the couch. He remained silent as he made each of you coffee, keeping your stare locked on him. "Cream and sugar?" He asked warmly, looking over at you at your spot in the kitchen. "Yes, but I can put it in myself." Couldn't be too careful right? He snickered, setting a mug down in front of you. "You seem apprehensive. For a feminist you're awfully nervous around an innocent man." He sounded condescending. "A complete stranger who obviously has a thing for feeling dominant invited me to his home." You shot back, sipping your coffee, "You can't blame me for being a bit nervous." He chuckled. "A thing for feeling dominant, huh?" "Yeah, it's pretty clear you have some kind of insecurity with your masculinity. I mean come on, look at every single thing you stand for. You wanna be the big, strong man to save this country when in all actuality, your ideals are part of the problem." His clenched jaw returned, his hand coming up to rub his chin. You could see you were making him frustrated and couldn't help but push his buttons even more. "Mommy issues?" You looked away and took another sip of the hot drink in your hands. He didn't directly say anything to you but you heard him mumble something under his breath. You raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he stood up, arms crossing. "You are why I feel the way I do. You are the classic example of a woman that needs to be put back in her place." He hissed, eyes burning holes into your skin. He made you feel small, the way he was standing over you, shoulders squared off. You stood up to meet his glare. He stepped towards you, chests touching, forcing you to step back. "It's so unattractive when women try and stand up for themselves. You desperately need a man to put you back in your place." He forced you against the wall, his body pressed firmly against yours. You opened your mouth to respond but his hand came up, covering your mouth to force you into silence. "You need a man to reduce you to the submissive little bitch you are. You being a 'feminist,' thinking you're a strong woman - you're not." His words cut into you, eyes locked on his as he kept his hand over your mouth, the free one making its way between your thighs. His lips parted and he smirked, "Look at this independent feminist, with a wet pussy after being degraded." His voice was condescending, but you couldn't hide how much it excited you. Your eyes narrowed and you bit the palm of his hand. "You sick fuck, getting hard from degrading a woman." You hissed, realizing the pressure pressing against his slacks. He mocked you, returning the insult as his fingers slipped into your shorts, sliding between the absolutely soaked folds between your legs. He brought his fingers up to your mouth, forcing one in, pushing down on your tongue, forcing you to gag. "You like this just as much as I do." He whispered, his free hand unbuttoning your shorts and sliding them down your thighs. In one quick movement he grabbed a fistful of your hair at the base of your neck, smirking devilishly. "I'm going to teach you how to behave in front of a man." With your hair in his hand, he lead you downstairs to his basement, slamming the door behind him. "Get on your knees." He growled, unbuttoning his slacks, kicking them aside. You ignored him, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything to him. He had the upper hand right now. Something about him controlling you was so fucking hot though. "I said get on your knees, bitch!" He raised his voice at you, forcing you to your knees. You looked up at him, watching as he took no time to toss his boxers aside, revealing his impressive length. He bent down so his face was close to yours, "You're going to open your mouth and keep it open." He let out a devious laugh before bringing a rough smack down to your cheek. He leaned back up, and you opened your mouth as instructed. He forced himself in, not stopping until your nose grazed his lower stomach. He let out a relaxed moan, head thrown back in satisfaction. Your eyes squeezed shut as he began thrusting in and out of your mouth, his hands holding you in place. He picked up his pace, and you opened your eyes to see him staring down at you now, lips parted letting out a few deeply satisfied moans. "Good girl..." He hissed, giving you another, but more gentle, smack to your cheek. "Your mouth makes such a nice toy for my cock." His words only aided in the wet desperation forming between your thighs. You felt your eyes watering, tears forming at your lash line, blinking them away. Kai smiled as he watched the black smears roll down your cheeks.

In one sudden movement he pulled himself from your throat, unable to hide his smirk as he watched you gasp for air. He didn't give you much time to catch your breath though; he quickly grabbed your hair once more and pulled you up to your feet, his lips almost touching yours. "What a beautiful, strong, independent woman with her makeup running down her face from taking cock down her throat." His voice was sharp and it felt like he was drawing out every word just to degrade you more. He was thoroughly enjoying embarrassing you for everything you said earlier. With those words he grabbed your loose cropped tank top at the neck and ripped it down the center, revealing a black lacy bralette. You felt breathless. You couldn't manage to worry about your shirt right now. He'd probably make you walk home without a shirt just to devalue you even more, but it didn't matter right now. He smirked and forced you up against the wall again, the remains of your shirt on the ground by your feet. You looked up at him, the entertained glint in his eyes never faltering, even for a moment. Your chin tilted upwards as he brought his hand to your throat, holding you firmly. His free hand moved to your chest, groping at your breasts, his breath loud and heavy. "These are what you're good for." He hissed, leaning down and sucking a deep hickey into your breast. "Hear me? These tits are all you are worth." His hand released your throat and you were able to breathe freely again. He quickly turned you around, your face pressed firmly against the wall. He grabbed your wrists and held them against your lower back. He moved one hand and grabbed your hips to force an arch into your back. You couldn't help but gasp when you felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit, his hands still holding your wrists behind your back. "I can't believe how wet this pussy is for me." His breath was hot on your back, making you shiver. You couldn't bring yourself to speak. You needed him so badly, as disgusting as it made you feel. In one sharp move, you felt him force his cock all the way inside of you, both of you letting out relieved groans. "How's it feel?" He hissed, nipping at the soft skin at your shoulder. "It feels so good..." Your voice was quiet and shy. It almost hurt to give him verbal approval of what he was doing. "Say it louder." You felt him smirk against your skin as he pulled himself almost all the way back out before slamming back in. You were silent. "I said say it louder." He raised his voice, bring a harsh smack down onto your ass, making you whimper at the sharp contact. "It feels so good!" You damn near yelled at him. In response, he picked his pace up quite a bit, your wrists still pinned behind your back. Along with how good he felt, there was something so sexy about the way he was moaning for you. He didn't sound real, he sounded staged like some kind of pornstar being told what to do. But this was real and this was raw. You were getting fucked by a possible government official in his home. You did the best you could to crane your neck to look at him. His face was twisted with pure satisfaction, jaw relaxed, aggressive moans falling from his lips. His eyes met yours and his free hand came up to your throat, wrapping around it firmly.