Chapter Twenty-Four
Once we’ve returned to Elliot’s residence and are locked in for the evening, I wait until we’re upstairs to strip Elliot—leaving Duck on—and put him on the floor at my feet while I sit on the bench at the end of his bed.
All I do is massage the back of his head while he kneels there, his head in my lap, and breathes. I don’t speak, don’t break the silence.
I need him to choose to let go to me. At some point, it will have to become an automatic habit for him in the same way it is for him with Leo. Especially since I can’t “force” him the way Leo can.
After ten minutes, finally, I see the tension start to ease in his shoulders. His breathing begins to grow slow and deepens. Another five minutes, and he’s leaning against me, into me, finally relaxing.
“Good boy,” I whisper.
He positively melts against me, his arms encircling me.
Therewe go.
I nudge his right thigh with my foot. “Take off my shoes, please, boy.”
Another set of routines we’ll start building together. One step at a time.
He removes my shoes and sets them aside, then my socks.
I wiggle my toes at him. “Foot rub.”
He starts with my left. His touch is gentle and hesitant, at first. After a few minutes, he grows more sure of himself and his thumbs begin to firmly knead in all the right places. Hell, he could almost put me to sleep with this, it feels so good.
It’s also making me fricking hard, but sex can wait until later. I have every confidence we can give each other orgasms. We seem to have that part worked out.
What we need is confidence in each other’s intimacy.
After about fifteen minutes of that, he’s rubbed both my feet and my cock aches to slide inside him.
Another night, I can start things off in that way. We’ll have plenty of nights on the road, without a kitchen, with too many people around. On those nights, I can lock the door to our room and brutally fuck his face.
Tonight, I want to give him what I know he must be missing even more than I have.
“Good boy,” I tell him, and I rest my feet on his thighs. “Look at me.”
He does. I want to see his eyes, and yeah, that subby glaze is there. Not super deep, but it’s a start.
Excellent. That’s what I was hoping for.
“We’ll take your robe downstairs for you, but I want you naked while I make dinner. I want you on the floor in the kitchen, waiting for me. I’ll move your walker downstairs for you, and you can take Duck off down there.” It’s easier for him to navigate the stairs while wearing Duck. “Dinner, shower, and snuggling while you start working through that first binder of material. Then Sir will reward you. Fair?”
He smiles. “Very fair, Sir.”
I stand and offer him my hands. I could move his walker for him now and let him use that, but I want him using me.
He gets to his feet and, ten minutes later, I’m in shorts and a T-shirt, I’ve bumped up the thermostat just a little so it’s a comfortable temperature for Elliot…and my naked pet VP is sitting on a throw rug on the floor next to the stove.
No Duck.
While I cook dinner for us, sautéing chicken breasts and making an easy warm veggie pasta salad to go with it, I talk to him, offer him little tastes of food, and in general center him in my focus.
Throughout the years, Elliot has deliberately isolated himself. Leo told me that, before Elliot was VP, they’d spend weekends together sometimes, and Leo would do this very thing to Elliot. Or if Elliot came over for an evening and Leo cooked for them, he always put Elliot on the kitchen floor.
Forced to do nothing butbefor a while.
It might sound counter-intuitive, to make a submissive sit while the Dominant does things for them.
