“Until lunch?”
I nod, already knowing his answer. “And I’ll reward you once it comes out for being a good boy and taking it for me.”
His tongue flicks along his lower lip again. “Yes, Sir,” he whispers. “I’ll do it.”
“Excellent. Good boy.” I kiss him, holding his head in place with a fist in his hair and making him moan again.
I sit up, grab a jelly cockring, and wrap it around the base of his cock. Then I sheath him in a condom, slick him, and slowly impale myself on him.
“No coming without permission, either,” I grit as I ease myself all the way down his length.
Dammit, he feels good.
I don’t mind fucking him, just like I never minded fucking Leo, but I’m a bottom at heart. Don’t care what position—on top or on bottom—I like being filled and fucked and coming with something firmly pressed against my sweet spot.
I slowly start riding him because I want this to last a little while for him, too. Because of being tied up, he can’t really get traction to thrust with me. I play with my cock as I ride him, my other hand pinching my left nipple. “Such a good boy for me. I’m always going to reward my good boy for doing what I ask.”
Houston, we’ve hit escape velocity.And I don’t mean an orgasm. His eyebrows lift in that subtle way that tells me he’s fuckinggone. In this moment, I could make him promise to sign over Guam to me, and he’d probably do it.
That means I want this to last more for his sake than my own. He’ll love it if I’m horny and I put him on his knees on the floor and fuck his face. I can get my rocks off any time with him.
Heneedsthe mental reset this deep, submissive headspace gives him. Needs it desperately.
This isn’t just making love and experimenting with his physical buttons.
This is me trying to puzzle out the fastest, easiest ways to dropkick his brain into neutral. Because one week from now, he’s going to be declaring his candidacy, and all hell’s going to break loose.
If I don’t have a handle on handlinghim, he might break loose, too, in devastating ways, once the stress slams into him.
In ways I don’t have the ability to fix for him.
Even worse, I don’t know if Leo’s going to be around for the long-haul once Elliot declares, and once Leo finds out I’m back. I don’t know if he’ll return and try to deliberately sabotage Elliot so he drops out of the race so Leo can have him to himself.
I hope he won’t do that, but I’d be naive as hell if I don’t add that possibility to the mental list.
Leo once told me that doing advance work and logistics meant trying to plan not just for possible scenarios, but for the scenarios no one knew to plan for. The things that had no chance of happening but could still happen.
Because you had to know how to weed out the things it’d be impossible to plan for and guard against, versus the things that no amount of planning could ever take into consideration but weren’t impossible.
Like it wasn’t likely a meteor would drop onto an event location. If it did, you were all fucked anyway. Nothing could stop it short of not being there when it hit.
It wasn’t likely that a small plane would be deliberately crashed into the event location, but itcouldhappen. Or even something like an ultralight that could fly in low under the radar. Meaning that you had to know what to do to mitigate risk to your protectee.
Is it likely Leo will sabotage his beloved pet?
No.
Would I be irresponsible not to have a plan in place in case he tries it? Especially since he’s a psychologist and has more years with Elliot?
Absolutely, I would be failing Elliot not to plan for that.
It also means I need to be sneakier.
I slick pre-cum over my cock as I stroke myself and try to time this right for him. “I want my good boy to come for me,” I say as I pick up the tempo. I’m close, and I want him to feel me coming just before he does.
I want him anchored to me.
I want him wanting me.
