“Twoweeks?” George asks, and there’s more than a little accusation in his tone.
She rolls her eyes at him. “Yes, that was Domme-fail on my part. I admit it. I usually don’t make him go more than a few days without. Do I, boy?”
“No, Ma’am.” I give in to the urge to tip my head back on George’s shoulder. He rewards me by brushing a kiss against my lips.
I’m getting the feeling George is simultaneously the far heavier sadist, and, ironically, much more of a softy compared to Casey.
Maybe it’s a contradiction to you, but it’s not to me.
Casey has me walk her to the front door, where she gives me a hug and a kiss.
“Do me proud, boy,” she whispers. “Promise me that tonight, no matter what, you’ll do me proud. And I don’t just mean with George. I mean as my deputy chief of staff.”
Her tone confuses me a little, but I nod. “Yes, Ma’am. Of course.”
“Good boy.”
“Casey, are wereallyokay? After this morning?”
She smiles and gives me one more long, followed by a lingering kiss. Not too much, because she’s obviously trying not to smudge her lipstick.
“We’re fine,boy,” she whispers. “George and I sorted everything out. We’re good.” She straightens my bowtie for me. “I’ll probably stop by tonight to spend a little time with you before I go home.”
My heart races as I eagerly process that. “I hope so, Ma’am.”
“It’s not confusing for you having both of us at the same time?”
“No, Ma’am. I enjoy it.”
“You’ll be with George through Monday morning. Is that all right?”
“Yes, Ma’am. As long as it’s all right with you.”
She nods and pats my cheek before heading out.
I return to the kitchen, where George is leaning against the counter and scrolling through his personal cell. He doesn’t look up from his phone, but he holds his left hand out to me, the meaning clear.
I cross the kitchen and he folds me against his body, his arm around me, kissing my forehead while still going through his phone.
Since he makes no move to release me, I snuggle close, closing my eyes and enjoying this. He definitely seems infinitely more relaxed now than he did before this unusual situation shook out between the three of us.
He nuzzles my temple. “Such a good boy for me,” he murmurs. “Just think of that thing locked on you as an extension ofmyhand, holding what’smineand keeping it safe and ready for me later tonight.”
Fuuuuuck.
I can’t help but whimper, which makes him chuckle.
It’s good to hear him laugh, to see him smile. He’s been barely functioning ever since his return. I can see it clearly as I look back and compare the man he is now to who he was just a few weeks ago, and again to the George I knew before the crash.
The security detail tonight isn’t a massive one. I know there will already be a team in place at our destination, a private residence about thirty minutes away, in a country club development. We’re riding in a large, black SUV, a plainclothes officer driving, with marked cruisers ahead and behind us. The two cruisers are awaiting us on the street just outside George’s gate.
When George and I exit the house and set the alarm, he makes me exit first. Then, even though I tried to stand aside and let him get into the SUV first, he cups the back of my neck and guides me inside.
My cock’s throbbing inside its confinement.
Once we’re belted in and ready, we’re underway.
George takes the printout of his speech from of his pocket to go through it, but he reaches across the seat with his left hand and wiggles his fingers at me.
