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"Mr. Clinton. There's a visitor for you," said Bill's secretary. He didn't need to ask who it was; there was only one person who would visit him this late into the night. Hell, he could smell his scent from a mile away.
"Let him in." Bill hummed.
The click of the door opening could be heard, slightly echoing in the large office.
"Hello, Donny," Bill said, crossing his arms. "I thought I told you not to-" A strong scent hit him, and he sniffed the air. Donald was in heat.
Donald practically strutted in, locking the door behind him. He bent over the desk, facing Bill. "I know I'm running against Hillary, but I just had to come over..." Donny whined, pressing his face against Bill's chest over the desk. Donald practically rubbed his scent all over Bill. God, if Bill wasn't rock hard before, he was now.
Bill scoffed, his face turning red and his pants becoming tighter, "My wife, and my mistress in the same presidential race...". Bill stood up, his bulge now in Donald's face.
"This puts me in quite the pickle. Don't you think?" he huffed, looking down at the Enigma below him, still bent over his desk with his ass in the air.
"How about you put that pickle in me instead?" Donald said, batting his eyelashes in fake innocence.
Bill had half the mind to leave Donald like this and go home to his wife. But the other half was screaming to knot the bitch.
Before Bill could give him an answer, Donald had already begun to unzip his fly, pulling his cock out of his boxers and stroking it slyly.
"Come on, Bill... I'm aching for it... Please, Bubba..." Donald whined. "Hillary can't satisfy you like I can... I'm the only one who can get you to pop a knot..." He said, licking slyly up the underside of his cock.
Bill groaned, tilting his head back. "Fine, quickly... Before anyone suspects us-s-ahhh...!" Donald began to bob his head, drooling all over Bill's cock. God, it felt like heaven on Earth.
Bill grabbed a fistful of Donald's hair (or, well, what was left) and thrusted hard into his wet, warm mouth.
Precum gathered at the back of Donald's throat, and he swallowed it all.
After a while of throat fucking, Bill slowly pulled out of his orifice. He wiped a bit of precum from Donald's chin, looking down at him like a cat who finally caught the mouse.
"You look quite delectable like this. Maybe I should always keep you like this and just knot your face over, and over again."
Donald whined at that, trying to rub his clothed dick against the desk.
Bill slapped his face, "Stay still, Bitch."
He grabbed some duct tape from his drawer, taping Donald's arms behind his back as he stood behind him.
Bill practically ripped his pants off, spreading Donald's cheeks wide.
"No, Bubba, not at all once... It won't fit...!" Donald begged, but Bill wasn't feeling kind and merciful this time.
Bill slapped his ass, forcing the Enigma to be quiet. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be funding universal healthcare." He growled, shoving his cock into Donald's hole, making Donald groan like the bitch in heat he was.
Bill rammed his cock hard and fast into Donald, giving the Enigma no time to breathe. The only thing Donald could do was shout.
The Alpha growled, baring his teeth at the man below him. He used his hand to shove two fingers into Donald's mouth, shutting him up as he continued to be rough with him.
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Every corner of Bill's office was drenched in the essence of their steamy affair and scandalous secret.
Bill laid on the floor with Donald, knotted together, with marks on their bodies that showed the passion of their love making.