Chapter Twenty-Seven
The next morning, I have an eager subby boy kissing me good morning when I wake him with his coffee.
I let him have the burner and see the screenshot of Leo’s message so he can reply.
But then he hands it back to me and I pick up a subtle shift in his energy this morning from yesterday.
Like he realizes I absolutely can control him, and he’s willing to completely submit to me in all ways.
I’m going to run with it.
He’s my good boy and doesn’t complain when I fulfill my promise to stuff him with the butt plug.
I also reward him at lunchtime, locking his office door and then locking us in his private bathroom, sucking him off before removing the plug. Then he sucks me off.
Then lunch.
Everyone’s a winner, and he seems filled with a vibrant, eager energy that wasn’t present earlier.
Hmm. Good to know.
My Wednesday move goes without a hitch. My storage unit in Tallahassee gets emptied, the movers help me box what little’s left in my apartment and load those things in the pod, and then they take it away after I put the same padlock on it that I used when I moved down here. As I make a final sweep of the apartment, I thought I’d feel… I don’t know.
I don’t know what I thought I’d feel. Maybe because my entire and fortunately brief tenure here lay against a backdrop of grief and longing.
Who knows?
That is, Itotallyknow, but I really don’t want to think about that now.
I stop by my old office and say hello to everyone, pass out some candies from the White House, with the official seal on them and everything, and apologize again to Dr. Sently for abruptly resigning with no notice.
Then back to the airport, where I catch an earlier flight after letting Elliot know I’m on my way even sooner than I’d planned. My things will be delivered to the storage unit late Monday afternoon, where I’ll meet another team of movers who will empty the pod into the storage unit for me. Based on how long it took them to do it the previous two times, it should take them less than thirty minutes. Hell, the space in Leo’s storage unit is already set up.
Because it’s where my things were when I arranged everything for the movers to take my things.
Fuck.Whydid I leave Leo?
Oh, yeah. Because apparently, I’m a masochistic idiot.
Or is that why I came back?
What the hell did I think I was going to accomplish by leaving though? Seriously?
All I did was make myself miserable and drive doubts into my brain about Leo’s true feelings for me.
If he really loved me, wouldn’t he have remained in frequent contact with me?
I don’t know if Elliot’s a reliable narrator for what Leo’s going through, because all he knows is what he knows, and he’s not inside Leo’s head.
Then again, my leaving eventually shook Elliot into making a seismic change in his life, so maybe it was worth it.
Too soon to tell, too close to call.
Too fucked up to figure out?
Yeah. All of the above.
Wednesday night, once I get Elliot back to the residence, I tie him face down on his knees, hands over his head and ass in the air, and viciously spank and ride him until he explodes without me even having to touch his cock.
