“Yes, he is,” George says from behind me. Amusement fills his tone.
I can’t see him, because my eyes are closed, my forehead resting on the tops of her shoes.
“Up,” she says, and I scramble to my feet. She opens her arms to me and I go to her, tucking my head against her shoulder as she holds me.
This, too, is one of our rituals.
“My very good boy,” she says.
Then she snakes one hand between us, feeling around between my thighs.
My cheeks grow hot but she laughs, delighted.
“George, you’re an absolutebastard,” she says, her admiration obvious. “Youdidput it on him. I’m impressed.”
“Told you I was going to torture him tonight.”
They’re talking about me like I’m not even there, or as if I’m a prized poodle or something.
I fuckingloveit.
“I thought you’d be too soft-hearted to tease him all night,” she says.
“No, I warned him I’m engaging bastard mode.”
She giggles. “Which can be very bastardly, indeed, from what I’ve heard in the past.”
They both wistfully sigh, and I realize she means something Ellen must have told her.
I feel him step behind me. He slides his arms around me, parting my jacket and unerringly locating my nipples, even through the fabric of my undershirt and dress shirt. He starts grazing his nails over them, making them hard and starting my cock throbbing again.
“Verybastardly,” he agrees, his voice dropping into Dom mode. “We can torture him on the ride over and all the way home. I have a few…ideas.”
I’m looking forward to hearing them, believe me.
Remember, I have the ability to stop this at any time. Just because I can’t make myself safeword doesn’t mean I’m unable to.
Masochist.Duh.
“Youcan torture him,” she says, releasing me and tipping my chin for a quick kiss. “I’m driving myself.”
“Why?” he asks. “Ride with us.”
I’m glad they’re not requiring any coherent thought from me right now. Between my aching cock and what George is still doing to me, it’s switched off my brain.
“No, I want to get there early and scout around. Make sure everything’s prepared. And I might want to hang back after you leave to talk to some people. You have your speech?”
“Yeah. In my jacket pocket. I printed it out.”
At least that’s done. I finished it yesterday and passed it off to Casey for her final approval before I left the office.
“You sure you don’t want to let him go at least a few days without coming?” she asks. “He gets so adorably needy and submissive when I make him wait for it.”
George stops torturing my nipples and wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his body. “No, because that deniesmefun. Besides, he’s a very good boy, and Ilikerewarding him.”
Thatfills the rest of my body with warmth to match my cheeks.
Casey’s wearing a playful smirk. “Suit yourself. I have no trouble getting off and denying him for a while.”
