I guess that means I’m not being fucked with. My return was anticipated and I belong here, I suppose.
Now that I’m thinking about it, and I’m not upset or pissed off, I think I do recognize some of the agents.
When I step inside the plane this time, I damn well look the part in my suit and loafers, even if I don’t feel like I belong here. I find Elliot once again standing in the doorway to the suite, his hands in his pockets, no glasses this time. He gives me a look that hardens my cock again.
Without a word, he steps aside as I pass, and he bows his head to me, just a little. I realize it’s exactly the way he does with Leo.
The way I used to do with Leo.
No one else would think it’s anything but a simple gesture of respect.
I know what it means, and what he’s silently saying to me.
What he’s giving me.
He’s giving me control over him.
He’s giving himselftome.
My pulse races as I ponder the possibilities at light speed.
This time, I reach behind me and close and lock the door myself.
He’s got to be miserable right now because he didn’t get to come earlier.
I set down the overnight bag and channel Leo—I softly snap my fingers and point at the floor in front of the sofa, where Elliot sat earlier.
When his knees immediately unhinge and he drops to the floor into what, for him, passes for a full, formal bow, my mouth goes dry.
He’s fucking gorgeous.
Mysmart boy.
No, not boy.
Leo calls Elliot hispet, and Elliot calls himMaster. Yet Elliot chose to call meSir.
Then again, maybe it’s better I call Elliotboy, so there’s a difference in what Leo has with him and what I have with him.
Either way, I need a moment to catch my breath, literally. I stand there, thinking, processing.
Staring at him.
He sits kind of slumped onto his right ass cheek, right leg flat against the floor, knee bent, so he can keep his left leg out.
Head bowed.
I slowly take off my messenger bag and set it on the floor, out of the way. “Stay right there.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I close my eyes and suck in a sharp, deep breath.
I long to say those two words tomySir.
Opening my eyes again proves to me I’m not simply having a really weird wet dream.
I’m standing here, onAir Force Two, with Elliot on the floor in front of me.
