He happily sighs. “Love you, too, Master.”
I gently scrub his scalp with my fingers. I can drop him deep into subspace like this, without spanking or tying him. It’ll be an invaluable skill later, when he ascends to a higher office.
Which I have no doubt he will.
I saw the look in Kevin’s eyes when I told them about me and Elliot. The calculation.
They know I can control Elliot, and Chris and Kevin will want someone as VPOTUS whom they have control and leverage over.
Someone who won’t challenge Shae.
Someone who will look good.
Someone with a very sympathetic backstory.
Someone who will help capture votes for her that might otherwise slip through her fingers.
I know the political landscape—it’s DC, for fuck’s sake. I guarantee you I can name most if not all of their short-list. Elliot is, by far, the best one on it.
He can pull in flyover-state voters who are conservative. He’ll catch the eye of white women, and he’ll charm white men who aren’t college-educated. And ones who are, of course. He doesn’t have any kind of baggage regarding POC, meaning while he will have to work to earn their trust and votes, he doesn’t bring anything to the table to automatically put them off, either. The fact that it appears he’s a Christian on the outside will help snag some of them.
I hate to sound so cynical but that’s DC. In fact, it should stand for “District of Cynicism.”
I mean…have youmetDC?Really?
I’m sure some of Shae’s opponents will expect her to pick one of them to be her running mate once they start dropping out, especially after Iowa. But, I gotta tell you, of the ones who’ve signaled they’re seriously going to challenge her, none of them are a fraction as good as Elliot. Besides, why would she pick someone to run with her who will constantly have an eye on their next chance to run? For whom every action they take and every word they say will be judged against that future campaign?
Elliot wants to run but he’ll be satisfied to sit back and wait his turn. He’ll be my good boy and be there for Shae.
I wish I could tell him, but I meant my promise not to. Besides keeping my word, I don’t want to accidentally hurt Elliot should they choose someone else.
Best he not know right now. It’d be more stress on him I’m not sure he’s up to handling yet.
When he nuzzles his face against the outline of my cock through my slacks, I know what he wants. I scratch the top of his head. “Go ahead, pet.”
He eagerly unfastens my belt and slacks and frees me from my briefs. My fingers tighten around his head as he deep-throats me and holds me in his throat, just the way he knows I like.
If we lived together, I swear I’d start every damn morning with a blowjob from him. Over our years together, he’s perfected his technique and knows my body every bit as well as I know his.
His blue gaze swivels up to meet mine and even in this moment my heart gives that littlethumpI always feel when he looks at me like that.
Mine.
“Such a good boy,” I whisper, making him happily moan. I ease up on my grip so he can start moving. He knows not to get me off right now, to only fluff me for a few minutes.
His own cock has hardened as he focuses on me. It’s too easy in these moments to let my fantasies spin out. To imagine what it’d be like waking up next to him every morning.
To imagine putting not a day collar on his wrist but a ring on his finger.
To have him introduce me to people as his husband.
Maybe it’s stupid to torture myself like that but I love him.
I also know I will do anything for him, to protect him, to help him reach his goals. I’d kill or die for him, if required.
I wouldn’t be a very good owner if I didn’t.
Maybe he’ll become POTUS one day, maybe he won’t.
