I know we can’t just lock ourselves in the hotel room and watch the election returns spin out on our laptops and on TV, but Ireallydon’t want to be around people right now. I’ve hit my limit, and I’m feeling more than a little overwhelmed.
That means I do what I always do—I turn it over to Carter and trust him.
He’s talking to some former GOP bigwig when I catch his eye from across the room. His gaze starts to dip from mine, then darts back and locks on me again as if re-evaluating. He immediately pats the guy on the shoulder, makes his excuse to break away from their conversation, and crosses the room. His gaze never leaves mine until he catches up with me and heads toward the room that everyone has been told was mine.
I wait until he passes me and fall into step behind him. He opens the door, ushering me inside and glancing around behind us before closing the door and locking it.
He holds up a hand to keep me silent and in place as he first walks over to the windows, pulling the curtains securely shut. Then he glances in the closet, in the bathroom, insuring we’re alone.
Only then does he turn to me, hands on his hips.
“Loyalty.”
My knees unhinge and I gratefully drop into the pose as he walks over to stand in front of me. With my head bowed, all I can see are his shoes and the cuffs of his trousers. I want to drop into a full formal bow and nuzzle his feet, but that’s not what’s been asked of me.
Then he kneels in front of me, one hand coming to rest on the back of my head, his nails lightly raking through my hair and scratching my scalp.
My eyes drop closed, a shiver rippling through me as my brain downshifts and falls still. He’s close enough the warmth from his body washes through me, enveloping me.
I can smell him, traces of deodorant, of our body wash—everything he does to keep us connected so my senses are filled with him when we’re not together.
Even the noises of the people out in the other room drift away, leaving me to focus on the sound of his breathing, the rustle of fabric as he shifts position again, now sitting in front of me.
“Breathe, boy,” he whispers, and I do.
I listen to him, because he’s leaned in close, his face next to mine now. It’s all I can do not to press hard against him, nuzzle him, seek comfort from him. I can hear him breathing, slowly, deeply. I match mine to his and it’s not long before the outside world has completely disappeared.
It’s justHim.
He closes the distance between us, pressing his cheek against mine. “It’s almost over, boy, and I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, warm breath caressing my flesh like his words caress my soul. “Win or lose, I’m proud of what you’ve done.”
I don’t know if I’m allowed to speak, so I don’t. I continue to nuzzle him, wishing I could strip and curl up in his lap right now.
How did we get here? To this point? Not only the governor’s race, buthere, thetwoof us?
That very first night in the dorm room, I never suspected how he would come to feel about me.
Never saw myself…here.
I am only here because of him and what he’s accomplished. I was his clay and he molded me in the image he wanted.
I happily complied, because it made him happy.
Don’t think that’s something that doesn’t consume my every spare thought. I willneverforget I am where I am, and I amwhoI am, because ofHim. Sure, Susa’s connections helped pave the way, but Susa is lit by her own inner furnace and guided by the light it casts.
I envy her that sometimes.
My inner furnace is stoked by Carter, kept well-tended and burning by him.
Him.
“You may speak,” he says.
“Thank you, Sir. I’m here because of you. And Susa.”
His low chuckle warms me, hardens my cock. His lips trace the shell of my ear. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, boy. You’re the magic sauce. The face, the voice. Panties get wet and drop when you speak.”
He drapes an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in, making me lie on my back, and I willingly go. He tucks my head in his lap and I can look up into his face, where now he appears upside-down.
