“Me, Master,” he replies, his gaze already going glassy and soft as he slips into subspace.
Just the way I love him to be. I can lean in, whisper a few words to him, and drop him hard into subspace, even in the middle of a crowded room.
I’ve done it, too. Many times.
Later, he always playfully accuses me of not playing fair, but it’s so muchfun. I love that we have such a deep rapport and he has great trust in me. I worked hard to earn both and I do everything within my power to carefully tend our relationship so I never lose it.
If it was solely up to me, I’d keep him at home, or traveling with me. I invested my income wisely when I was younger and just starting out in law. Once I retire from Congress I won’t need to work, and neither will he. As long as we aren’t stupid with our finances, that is. I can take care of my boy so he doesn’t have to work.
Whatever I choose to do next for a career after leaving the Senate, if I decide to work instead of retiring, I’ll be doing it because Iwantto, not because I need to.
Preferably with my boy at my side.
With my other hand, I unfasten my belt and slacks and open them, allowing him to nuzzle my erection through my briefs. As I predicted, there’s already a damp spot where the head strains against the fabric.
He immediately zooms in on it and begins licking me through my briefs.
“Good boy,” I whisper, scratching his head.
A soft moan escapes him and he doubles his efforts, always eager to please me.
He never fails me.
Ever.
I can only pray I never fail him. I think that would destroy me.
It’s tempting to shove my briefs down and fuck his face, but I know from experience savoring every moment of this will help get me through the long days quickly rising ahead of us. For the next several weeks, we’ll both be working insane hours. And the inauguration is approaching, adding an additional level of crazy to the mix.
Through my briefs, I feel the warmth of his breath against the underside of my cock. I find myself breathing in time with him as I watch him kneeling there while mouthing the outline of my erection.
He knows what he does to me. This isn’t a one-sided relationship where I command and he obeys and that’s it. I am a better man because of him and his love, and his independent streak, and his stubborn refusal to let things or me slide.
My cock eagerly jerks and twitches under his mouth. He smiles when he feels it, grazing his teeth along the underside of my erection and pulling a hiss of pleasure from me. Then he licks the length of it and the sweet rasp of his tongue through the fabric nearly makes my knees unhinge.
My boy gives adamnedgood blowjob, and I haven’t even dropped my briefs yet.
“I know what you want, don’t I?” I hoarsely ask. The way the outer corners of his eyes crinkle lets me know, yeah, I’m right.
Still, despite him wanting to swallow my cock, and me wanting to fuck his mouth, I make him continue doing what he’s doing. I want this time with him, staring down at him while he worships my cock. These memories keep me going when I sometimes feel like I’m fighting a worthless uphill battle at my job.
He believes in me and constantly reminds me why I decided to run for office in the first place.
That means I can do anything I put my mind to.
I want to be the man he thinks I am, to live up to the standard he holds me to, because he holds himself to an even higher one.
While he works his way up and down my erection, I try to empty my mind of everything but the feel of his warm mouth, the quiet of our bedroom, the peaceful bliss descending over me. This house is our refuge, our sanctuary. I bought it for us just before we got married, and we spent our wedding night here. He didn’t want to go on a honeymoon because of work, and because he didn’t realize exactly how much money I had in the bank.
He knew I wasn’t broke but he didn’t know I was rich.
I wanted to take care of my family, so I hit the ground running and hungry out of law school. It was my main focus to help me escape the brutal agony torturing my heart and soul, a less-than-healthy coping mechanism I still managed to use to my advantage.
There is nothing in this home but love, with no painful memories haunting the rooms or peering at me from around corners. We’ve fucked in every room more than once. He’s crawled to me on his hands and knees across the wood floors and carpeting and tile, and I’ve bent him over our kitchen and bathroom counters.
We’ve soaked together in our large tub, and showered together, taking our time and making love there more times than I can count.
My erection painfully throbs from his attention until I finally reward him by hooking my free thumb over the waistband of my briefs and pulling them down. I shiver as the cool air hits my cock, immediately replaced by the sweet, wet heat of his mouth swallowing me.
