And they turn their backs to us.
I squeeze Elliot’s hands again. “Will that help?” I whisper. “Does that even things out? Your mark on me, permanently, making me yours.”
He nods, blinking, his eyes now a little too bright. “Yeah. It does.” He squeezes my hands long and hard as he stares into my eyes.
Five minutes later, Elliot’s picked out matching plain, surgical stainless rings for us, but he insists on being pierced first. The rings go into the autoclave, along with two sets of piercing needles. Elliot takes a seat and Ed swabs Elliot’s ear with antiseptic to prep it so he can mark the placement.
Once everything’s ready, I hold Elliot’s hands and he stares into my eyes as Ed does it. Moments later, it’s done. Elliot barely winces, and he squeezes my hands a little tighter as the needle goes in, but I realize this man’s survived so much pain and trauma already that this probably barely blips on his personal scale.
Hell, he probably experiences more pain during a workout.
Once Ed’s finished, Elliot looks at it with a hand mirror Ed passes to him.
We swap places. Moments later, Elliot’s holding my hands while Ed gets ready to do mine.
“Love you so much,” Elliot silently mouths at me.
I smile. “Love you, too,” I mouth back.
And then…it’s done. Hurts a lot less than my nipples did, to be honest.
Casey pays the man cash, and apparently there were no authorization forms to sign. Or she told him there wouldn’t be any forms signed, who knows? Doesn’t matter.
Once Ed gathers his things, she escorts him out, closing the door behind her and leaving the two of us in her office.
Instead of standing, I slide out of the chair and onto my knees. “Like this, Mister Vice President?”
He makes that sexy fucking growl again and, seconds later, I’ve fished his cock out of his slacks and am swallowing it to the root. Not that I’d have much choice, because he takes over to fuck my throat as fast, hard, and deep as he wants to.
Fuck, he’s unhinged, and Iloveit. Even as I hiss in pain when he grabs my head and brushes against my new piercing, my cock’s aching, but I’ll wait.
Elliot’s trulymine. For a few sweet moments, nothing’s in my brain except the residual pain from the piercing and the taste of my guy’s cock sliding over my tongue. He softly gasps as he spills down my throat, and then he’s pulling me up, into his arms, tightly squeezing me with his face buried in my hair.
“Thank you, thank you.” He repeats it over and over as he catches his breath.
I know he doesn’t mean for the orgasm.
“For life,” I tell him. “I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave him again, and I’ll never leave you.”
That’s when his brain falls back into his head. “What’s Leo going to say? About these?”
I shrug. “Does it matter what he says? These areours, forus. These aren’t for him. Honestly? I don’t care what he says.”
He tips my head to the left, so he can stare at the ring in my right ear. “No,” he finally says. “I don’t care what he says, either.”
“We don’t have to tell him what you told me last night, if you don’t want to. This can be our thing. If he asks, you can defer to me, and I’ll handle it.”
Uncertainty returns to his features. With his own junior sadist now happily sated, he’s thinking about the real-world implications. “Okay,” he finally says. “Thank you, baby.”
It’s a little odd hearing him call me that, but like hell will I ever complain. “Thankyou.” I kiss him. “You ready to get to work? Or do we need a few more minutes?”
He glances down, realizes his cock’s still hanging out, and blushes as he tucks himself in. “Jesus,” he mutters. “Was the door even locked?”
“Does it really matter?”
His gaze lifts to mine and pauses for a long moment. “No,” he finally says. “It doesn’t matter. Because I know you won’t leave me.”
“That’s right,boy. You’re stuck with me forever.”
