Chapter 419: If I Was Dying On My Knees…

[FROLO]

The grand presidential palace of Frolo was known for its beauty and the decisions that came from it. The kind that kept Frolo stable and made sure life was preserved in the city so well.

And when Sergei Moskowsky had murdered seven hundred and thirty-two in the name of retaliation, a part of the palace had stayed shaken while the other had remained steady.

President Boris was a careful man.

One who did everything and anything for Frolo. A man who understood the way things worked and who made sure not to tinker with Sergei Moskowsky. But even he knew that this time there was a line that had been crossed.

The kind of line that he would not let anyone stay unaware of.

The senator was just the front for the revolution against Sergei, but the president had someone else.

Someone he trusted with his life.

Someone who was going to be working with Aleksandr to bring down Sergei.

The man President Boris trusted with everything and nothing at the same time. The man who many in the security circles and even the presidential circle knew would never joke about the president’s security.

Alpha Zhenya Levin.

To the public, Chief Zhenya was the president’s head of security, the one who made sure the president was safe within and beyond the walls of the presidential palace.

He had kept the man safe since the days the president was nothing but a mere mayor in the city hall.

Back when the president didn’t have enough influence. He had served under the president throughout the three terms, and this was President Boris’s fourth term. He had served Frolo for almost twelve years as president now.

And Zhenya was no secret to those circles.

But beyond the safety and protocols, the man was just a man with the president.

President Boris’s beloved.

His Zhenya.

His alpha.

The one that even the president’s wife was aware of.

The arrangement was uncanny, but President Boris and the First Lady didn’t love each other. They were only together because it was the perfect setup for both of them. After all, they were not high-ranking alphas to have true mates.

They were simply two betas who had apparently fallen in love once upon a time, and the love had faded. Where she was needed, the First Lady would step up. The photo ops had never been missed.

The city knew of the president’s very perfect family. Their children were all gotten through surrogacy, at least that was what the city was told, when in truth the children belonged to another man.

The one the First Lady was sleeping with.

And President Boris didn’t mind that arrangement because even he had his own alpha.

Who made him happy beyond closed doors.

Who took care of him.

Even now, inside the forbidden access room in the west wing of the palace, the president was busy with his alpha beyond those doors.

There were no guards in those hallways because Zhenya was enough security as an alpha who guarded the beta the city had for a president.

But was that all that President Boris was?

"Such a good slut, aren’t you?"

The sound of a whip hitting skin was heard in the room.

Inside that very room were the president and his beloved. Or maybe... a beta and his alpha who was doing a really good job dominating him.

President Boris was spread on the bed, hands tied above his head and to the headboard of the bed. His legs were wide open for his alpha, with each leg hooked to the different corners of the bed.

The ropes were so tight that President Boris’s ass was hanging in the air, his very hard small dick leaking, begging for release.

The president had a gag ball stuffed into his mouth, and his nipples were clamped and red.

Maybe from the pain.

Or maybe from the fact that since the president had given that approval to Aleksandr, the man had been locked in here with his alpha whipping him and making him cry so prettily for dick.

"You’ve made a mess, slut," Zhenya said in disapproval as he looked at the wetness under the president’s ass.

The beta had pissed himself a few times; his ass was still being pumped by a vibrator, stimulating the beta to the core. He was a shaking mess desperate for relief.

His belly was a white mess of thick spurts of cum, and his eyes were red from so much crying. His lips were swollen from biting too much.

"Please... No more..." Boris begged, and Zhenya laughed as he struck Boris’s dick with his whip again. He knew the man couldn’t take any more. He could see it.

But Zhenya wasn’t the kind to give in just like that.

"I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to be a good slut and take it. You cry anymore, I stop, and I won’t touch you for a week," Zhenya warned, a sinister smile on his face.

Then he walked over to the side of the bed and turned the beta’s head harshly, pulling the gag off, before he forced a kiss.

Boris was too weak to resist.

He’d cried and moaned so much his voice was sore. Honestly, if he was told he needed to give a presidential briefing right now, he would probably call in sick.

"You’re my good slut, aren’t you?" Zhenya asked, biting Boris’s lower lip hard enough to bruise.

The president nodded, head swaying reluctantly to the front and back.

"Please..." he begged.

For what, he wasn’t sure.

Maybe to be fucked.

Maybe for the vibrator in his ass to be taken out.

Maybe for the alpha to clean him up.

Maybe for the nipple clamps to be pulled off.

Maybe...

Boris didn’t know anymore.

His mind was jumbled, stuck in a submissive headspace for hours on end.

"Please what?" Zhenya asked, lashing Boris on the abdomen.

"Plea... Please, Daddy... I wan... Want..."

Boris was sobbing.

"Good sluts don’t cry when they’re about to be fucked, Boris," Zhenya warned, voice cold and harsh.

"Daddy..." a tired Boris cried when Zhenya moved to the edge of the bed.

He whimpered when Zhenya pulled his ass close to the end of the bed and pulled the vibrator out harshly right when the overstimulated beta was about to cum again.

"Daddy... please..." he begged.

"Since you want it so badly," Zhenya laughed, gripping Boris by his leaking dick and pulling him closer.

Then, without warning, Zhenya thrust into the president’s ass and began fucking relentlessly, ignoring the cries and pleas from the defeated president on the bed.

The beta who would be good for his alpha.

And Zhenya didn’t stop.

Not even when the president fell into a half-state.

"Your body knows me so well, my greedy slut," Zhenya said, still fucking into Boris and forcing the beta to cum a few more times even in his state.

He’d released his load into his beta’s ass a few times too many. And he would have gone on for the rest of the evening if his phone didn’t ring.

If it wasn’t that particular ringtone.

The ringtone he’d always hoped he’d never hear at all.

The moment the phone began ringing, Zhenya didn’t think.

He pulled harshly out of the president’s ass and answered it.

"You... called... are you... Are you alright?" Zhenya asked, genuine worry in his voice.

"Zhenya, I..."

"Send me your location. I’m coming. Now."

He put on his clothes on his way out, leaving the president of the nation looking like a free-use whore on the bed.

But Zhenya didn’t care. ℴ

That call had come.