But Leo must accept there can only be one Master when it comes to Elliot and doing this job going forward. Leo can’t brush past me and step in, take control of Elliot, and confuse him, unless I’ve deliberately handed Elliot off to him for that moment. I’ve got Elliot on an even keel and need to keep him there.
If Leo can accept that and work with me…
Then I guess we’ll see what happens.
If all three of us are still here in eight years, I’ll be happy to step aside and let Leo completely run the show once more.
For now, he’s going to have to learn how to be satisfied being a second-hand Master to Elliot.
Meaning Leo will have to settle for only having me like that.
Unless I can move him off his ass about not talking Elliot into marrying him.
Hmm.
I’m not taking any options off the table.
After a few minutes, Elliot starts nuzzling at the front of my slacks. “Do what you need to do, baby.” I flip my tie up and out of the way while he eagerly unfastens my belt and slacks and fishes out my cock. When he swallows me to the root, my hand tightens on the back of his head, fisting his hair and making both of us moan, only for slightly different reasons.
When he looks up at me with his nose pressed against my pubes, I think about that first night on the plane, my shock to see him standing there, and the crazy roller coaster ride my life became after that.
I blow him a kiss and love how, even with the head of my cock tickling his tonsils, he manages a smile for me.
Can I just say that the president-elect of the United States gives a damned good blowjob?
Because…he does.
That’s something you won’t see in any history books.
I wish this was happening in bed with Leo next to us. Meanwhile, I’ll try to live for the moment and be happy with what we have.
I have a home, and two gorgeous, wonderful men who love me, and want me, and who have gone through great lengths to keep me.
I have a career I never could have dreamed of.
I am respected—maybe even feared a little, by some—and never again have to worry about finding a job or supporting myself.
Life is good.
Crazy, but good.
He draws it out tonight, enjoying this brief mental vacation, even though he knows he won’t be able to come until later. He’s been having nightmares nearly every night this week and not sleeping well. I expect that trend will continue until the move is completed and we once again have a stable residence we can safely retreat to.
Now, it’ll be even better, because we can easily have nooners and sleep a little later every morning.
Staring into his eyes, I recall his admission that night. The possessiveness in his voice.
I reach up and touch my daith and get another smile from him, and a renewed effort on his part.
Indeed—who owns who?
I think it’s safe to say we own each other.
And Leo.
Elliot swirls his tongue around the head of my cock and starts flicking the tip of his tongue just underneath it, and that finally triggers my orgasm. I pull his face deep onto my shaft as I fill his mouth and he happily moans and swallows.
Us.
