“No, Ma’am.” I finish turning, facing her, feeling proud of myself. “I loved every second of it.”
She now stands with her arms crossed over her chest and a practiced mask in place. “I take it he bred you?”
“Mouth and ass.” Even that now feels normal in my world. Which tells me that maybe, despite the risks to our careers, this is absolutely the right path for my life. If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t have so readily and rapidly adapted to it and come to enjoy it, would I?
It’s not just the sex—it’s the sadism, and George’s dominance, and the way he seems to cherish me when we’re done with all that and he cuddles with me in the aftermath.
I love and aminlove with Casey. Absolutely. It’s not an exaggeration to say I’d kill or die for this woman.
But there’s always been a wall within her soul I’ve never managed to penetrate, a wall around her heart. I know she loves me, that isn’t it. I also know she will never marry me. That was something she was honest about with me from the start.
I had to be okay with that reality to dothiswith her, and I am. Igetit. It’s wrapped up in her old pain and is tied to the secret of what happened to her in her past, a secret she might never tell me about. She holds her secrets extremely close, including from me.
But I love her, and I’m happy with the status quo.
Or, Iwas, before she shook things up and brought George into the mix.
Whether she intended it or not, it opened my eyes to seeing a different side of the man and pointed a spotlight at a void in my life I had no idea was there.
Feelingneeded.
Then I see her gaze narrow and she leans in, staring at my throat. “What happened there?” She indicates her own throat.
I feel the blush immediately rise in my cheeks. “From our play, Ma’am.”
She continues staring at my throat while I watch her mind working, calculating, trying to put it together in her head before she even asks it.
Which, of course, she does.
She plays with the necklace she always wears. She does that a lot now. It’s a small, round, silver and blue pendant, almost like a little locket, on a stainless chain. I rarely see her without it. I’m not sure what it is, but she started wearing it after the crash and Ellen’s body was retrieved, so I have my suspicions.
Finally, she speaks. “How,exactly, did those marks get on your throat?”
“George’s hand, Ma’am. When he choked—”
“WHAT?”
Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck.
In all the years I’ve known Casey, I can count on one hand with fingers to spare the occasions I’ve seen her lose her composure. Two of those times really don’t count, because they were triggered by the news of the crash and confirmation of Ellen’s death. Something like that would make even the strongest man break.
Fury doesn’t come close to describing her current mood.
Therefore, I opt to shut my mouth until she says otherwise.
I watch her force a composed mask back into position. When she next speaks, it’s in a terrifying whisper that wilts my cock and makes my balls want to shrivel and crawl up inside my abdomen.
“What,exactly, did he do?Whendidthisbecome part of the menu?”
Lying to her is forbidden. That means I start with the DC trip, which we really haven’t had a chance to discuss beyond the business end of things.
It was for the National Governors Association. He gave their keynote address Saturday night after a weekend of seminars and meetings. A lot of people see giving that keynote speech as a stepping stone to higher office. In some cases, that’s true, but they’d wanted George to deliver it last year and he’d declined. This year, Casey intercepted the invitation and accepted for him, before he could turn them down.
It was also Casey’s test run for George and for me, to see if I could keep him calm on the flight—I did, barely—and shepherd him through the stressful weekend. With us gearing up for a war footing with the campaign, there will be a lot of times where Casey can’t go with him, meaning it’ll be up to me to be in charge of George. Officially, I’ll be his body man.
Ironic title, yes, I know. For his last campaign, when he ran for re-election to the state senate, I was his body man then, too.
Just not so…intimately.
