He nods. “Please,” he whispers. “I need you, Master.”
The plaintive desperation in his voice is almost enough to make me start crying. I honestly expected him to balk and make excuses and try to manipulate me into forcing him to agree to tonight.
I wrap my arms tightly around him. “I need you, too, pet.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Now
Elliot looks adorably geeky in his safety goggles, lab apron, and gloves. He’s standing next to three seventh-grade girls who are explaining their biofuel project to him. They are part of a top-notch school science team who won a national STEM award for their algae.
I mean, it’s more complex than that.Waymore. These three girls are already being courted by a California biofuel company, of which two reps are present today.
This is Elliot in his element. He champions STEM issues, focusing on trying to improve science and math education in public schools.
To be honest, these three girls are probably already way smarter than I’ll ever hope to be. This is our second stop of the day and while Elliot looks good for the cameras and can fool everyone else, I see the strain in his eyes.
I was the one who awakened him this morning.
I was the one who spent a few precious minutes marking him with my teeth, making him gasp and moan and keeping his brain as disengaged as I could for as long as I could to help him recharge because the dark circles under his eyes tell me the truth about how he’s doing right now.
Not well at all.
He slept like shit last night, several nightmares that means neither of us slept very well.
Jordan hasn’t texted me today and I haven’t texted him, either.
Although I have, strangely enough, received several texts from my mother, father, and sister. They’re all concerned about me and doing an absolutely horrible job of trying to act nonchalant about it.
I copied and pasted the same message to all of them—that I’m fine, we have a very busy schedule today, and I’ll touch base with them when I’m back in DC and have a few spare moments to chat.
Right now, my focus needs to be on Elliot. I barely have enough energy to keep me vertical, and what surplus I can manage needs to be reserved for him. I don’t have it in me to mentally joust with them.
Standing here and watching Elliot reminds me why I’m still here. Because he’s the kind of man we need in the Oval Office, the perfect candidate to follow Shae’s leadership.
He’s the kind of man who inspires others to be the best they can be, who brings out the good and kindness in people, and we need more of those politicians.
After we’re finished with this school, we head to the next, where he’ll eat lunch with a fifth-grade science team, who will then show him their projects.
Ironically, they’re working on scaled-down crash-test velocity studies.
Yeah. The fucking egg drop, but definitely nothing like we did in school. They’re using high-tech materials, computerized accelerometers, ShockWatch indicators, and doing physics calculations that make me feel like a derpy crash test dummy in comparison.
If these are the youth of America, maybe there’s hope for us yet.
After we’re finished observing their tests and watch their presentation, we’re taken to a bathroom in a teacher’s lounge. Elliot’s been sweating a lot this morning, because we were standing outside in the sun and watching them drop their packages off the roof of the school’s auditorium. Elliot leans against the counter with his slacks down around his ankles while I kneel to help him swap socks on his stump.
“Thank you, Master,” he whispers.
I look up at his tone of voice more than his words. The deep lines etched in his face right now age him. I know it’s due to, among other things, his stress over this schedule and his concern about me.
I smile and lean in, biting down hard on his inner right thigh.
Through his briefs I watch his hard cock strain against the fabric, but I don’t stop biting.
His fingers curl around the edge of the counter, knuckles while, eyes falling closed.
Softly growling at him with his flesh clamped between my teeth earns me a soft, needy moan from my pet. Only then do I ease up and kiss the mark. “Good boy,” I whisper.
