I nuzzle my face against the side of his neck and inhale, smelling Shae’s shampoo from where her head was tucked there earlier. “Who’s my good boy?”
“Me, Sir.”
“Then come how you know I want you to.”
I hiss as nails dig into my ass, making my cock twitch inside him, but still I maintainmy long, slow rhythm. Not that he’s been in the mood to lately, but he’s not allowed to masturbate. That’s been a rule for a while now. He can ask me, or he can go Sir on Shae—and I think that’s where my problem now lays.
I told Shae that all Kev knows how to do now is to be Sir to her, to try to fix and love her the way I’m trying to fix and love him. He works with her at a very intense job,spends a good chunk of his day with her. I should have anticipated that he’d pour too much of himself into her at his own expense, but yes, I failed.
I don’t have a “sub” mode the way Kev and Shae do. I didn’t even anticipate Shae’s sub mode coming out the way it did with Kev—another failure on my part. With Kev, her sub mode is definitely full-time, even at work, and even though no one elseexcept myself and Kev know it. With me, she takes the sadist out for play and then puts him back, end of story. She submits to me when she wants to, yes, but she’s not my slave the way she is Kev’s.
The way Kev is mine.
It takes him a while, but the climb is so much sweeter for it. I feel him tremble, tensing, rocking with me and trying to urge me faster with his body. That’s when I change myrhythm, fast, hard, deep thrusts in and slow, teasing drags out until just the head remains within him, over and over with every stroke hitting that sweet spot just right, until he’s there.
His body clenches around my cock, spasming, and I race to finish with him while, between us, he spills, hot and sticky, and I silently gloat.
One thing Shaecan’tdo for him.
In this way, she can’t claimhim.
In this way, I willalwaysown him.
I kiss him as he cries, because he always cries like this, from doing this exact thing together. I asked him why once, and he honestly didn’t know. It was relief, pure pleasure, like for a brief moment he felt good enough and that nothing else mattered.
So now it’s my favorite thing with him.
Sometimes he can come like this with Shae in bed with us,but most of those times when I try he can’t quite get over. I think with her present Sir mode is too close to the surface and won’t let him relinquish all control.
In those times, I grab the girl’s head and make her suck his cock to help finish him off while I fuck him.
Only once he’s quieted again do I leave our bed, clean up, and bring a warm, damp washcloth for him. Then I set my alarm andtuck him against me to take a short nap with him.
He won’t awaken when I leave. He’s too exhausted, too spent, and with two orgasms for the night, he’s too come-drunk now.
Dammit, Shae.
She’s fucking POTUS. She needs to get her shit together. Except I realize I’m responsible for this in the first place, which is why I can’t say that to her.
I’m a hard-hearted bastard, but I’m not clueless.
But I need to figure out how to get her to quit leaning on him so much right now, because he can’t even stand on his own.
Is it horrible of me to hope she loses the election?
I thought about “accidentally” outing us, because that’s the only damn thing that will make her lose at this point, especially after Lauren’s funeral. But I won’t do that to Kev, or the kids, or even to Shae.
I need toknuckle under and see if I can’t figure out a way to help Shae get through this without Kev, at least for a few days. Because my boy is hurting, and that’s something I don’t do well with.
At all.
It makes me want to hurt someone, and I don’t want Shae to be my target.
