“Yes, Sir!”
He’s gone again. I hope that wasn’t too mean of me, dropping him into subspace this close to going to work, but I’ll make it up to him.
I’ll do a lot of making up to him, because I’m about to do a whole bunch of verybad things to him over the next weeks and months. And longer.
Verybad things.
I stroke his cock while he holds me and rocks in time with my motions. He plays with my hair with his left hand, and his right hooks under my arm and around the top of my shoulder, using the grip for leverage as he fucks that perfect ass onto my cock.
The old words fall from my lips.
Sort of.
But it hurts too muchnotto say them now.
“Who’s my good boy?” I whisper.
“Me, Sir!”
I nip his lower lip. “Who’s myverygood boy?”
He whines. “Me, Sir! I’m your very good boy.”
“Whose sweet ass is Sir fucking right now?”
I see the moment his mental clutch totally disengages and leaves him spinning in neutral, and it’s beautiful. “It’syourass, Sir.Youown it.”
Another of those shivers ripples through me,past and present merging and mixing and blending until I’m not sure who I am anymore.
“You’re Sir’s perfect boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir!”
I brush a kiss across his lips. The way he’s leaking pre-cum all over me and him, he’s got to be close. Fuck it, we’re not leaving this bed until I get one out of him and put one into him.
Even if Casey’s standing there watching.
Let her.
Let her see whatshe did.
She kicked this box open on purpose.
I hope she’s wearing her big-girl panties and can deal with sharing him with me, because I’m not going back to the old world order, and I won’t let Declan go back, either.
“Tell your Sir what you needrightnow, boy.”
Another deep, desperate whine rolls from him. “Please, Sir. Your boy needs his ass bred this morning.”
I start fucking him as Istroke his cock. “Don’t stop begging me, boy.”
A needy, nonstop stream of some of the filthiest things any human’s ever said in their life rolls from him, begging for me to fill him, to breed him, to own him, to claim him. This man, this consummateprofessional, who I’ve watched interact with politicians, and handle opposing counsel in depositions, and deal with juries in trials.
This man wholeads my staff, who shadowed me my last Senate campaign as my body man, who, in my presence, always treated my wife with the utmost respect.
As I come I kiss him and feel him spill all over my hand, over both of us.
As without, so within.
