Sexually frustrated.

                                    

                                          

Julia's POV
I sighed in bed out of boredom. Not only was I bored but I was sexually frustrated. Ever since Kamala won  the election and became the 47th president, she's just been hella busy. I'm not complaining or anything and I completely understand all of it, I knew her time was not gonna be well managed since she's now running this country but, good lord! Did I miss her.  She's working from home today but it didn't seem like she was even home honestly. She was just locked away in her private office, I believe she only came out of there once and that was when she made herself a cup of coffee which was like 5 hours ago. 
Being in the position she's in has to be a blessing and a curse. I did another dramatic sigh before lifting my body weight off the soft bedding. 
"I need to get her out of that office." I whisper to myself.  I just wanna spend time with her and make love to her, but again she's been so caught up in work and god forbid knows what will happen if I were to interrupt her. I thought about it for a while,if I should do it or not but never actually did anything. But you know, I kind of wanted to mess with her, and be disobedient honestly. That's how desperate I was for her attention and of course sex. 
And one thing I loved, Is when her dominant side came out. She's such a daddy when she releases that side of her. I got wet just thinking about it.  I mean who wouldn't  want her to dominate them? I was for sure a lucky girl.  I smirked to myself, dragging myself out of the room, heading my way down towards the spiral staircase. 
"Things are gonna get intense." I whispered. I swallowed the lump in my throat as soon as I arrived in front of her office door. The white French doors were closed but I can see her through the little windows since the curtains weren't down. She look frustrated and exhausted herself. She had her hand resting on her head, and her eyes were glued to her computer.  I took a deep breath before lightly knocking. 
"Come in baby" her voice called out. Would I be crazy if I said that I got even wetter? It was just something about her voice that made me so weak in the knees, especially when she called me "baby"  fuck! I've never been this sexually frustrated before.  I walked in, glancing at the scene. She raised a finger over her lips, signaling me to be quiet before I can even speak.  I'm guessing she was on a video call.  I stood there in silence, playing with the hem of my oversized shirt, waiting for her to be finished. 
About 2 minutes passed. "Okay I will see you tomorrow at the Oval Office then." She says before looking up at me, giving me  a smile. And yet again, I got even more weak in the knees. That fucking smile of hers!
"This is your 4th time, interrupting my work, my love."  She says, letting out a chuckle.  I groaned, walking over towards her, taking a glimpse at her attire. She was dressed professionally but yet casually.  She wore dark-washed  blue flared jeans that hugged her thighs so perfectly and a white button up shirt. The arms were cuffed and part of the shirt was tucked into her pants. I literally had to hold in my moan, she just looked too damn good.