“No, Sir. I promise.”
I slap him again. “Your loyalty now lies with me, not him. He tries to get you to go against the terms of this deal, you contact me immediately. If you fail to do so, I’ll take it totally out on him and make you watch, and I don’t mean sexy fun, either. I’ll ruin him, tie it all to you, and make you watch the show before I ruin you. It’ll beyourfault for not saving him from himself and his stupidity. Understand?”
I’m hoping Liam drilled into Ward, the way he did with me, the “prime directive”—to protect the property before all other considerations. Even if that means protecting the property from the Master, or protecting the Master from himself.
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
I pull him back onto my cock for another few minutes. “He knows he doesn’t get a safeword tonight. Neither do you. You lost that right when you two fucked behind my back. The stupid thing is if he’d just come to me, I would have said yes. That’s what absolutelykillsme about all of this.”
Chuckling, I hold him deep on my cock and make him struggle for a moment before easing back so he can suck in air. “Just like you were scared of your father, Liam’s rightfully scared of what I might do to you. I’ve made good use of my time in DC. Made a lot of contacts. Learned a lot of dirty tricks. Turned enough dirt to discover more than a few bodies. What’s funny is that I’m a very dangerous man, and no one realizes exactly how dangerous I am until it’s too late.
“I have a feeling, based on what Liam told me, that you are not made for politics. You’re going to get a crash course in assholery from yours truly. We have to toughen your balls. You’re going to do what I say, and you’re going to be my bitch in the office and outside of it. When I need leverage to get a bill through conference committee, you’re going to help me do it.
“You’ll also be my spy, passing me any intel that comes your way about your fellow senators. Liam and I don’t talk like that, because he usually has ethics. You, on the other hand, will have entrée into normally locked rooms with your fellow GOP assholes. Until I make you switch parties, that is. But if you hear any rumors, like someone’s fucking someone not their spouse, or they change prayer meetings, or they cashed in stocks just before a critical vote—anything, youtellme. Understand?”
He mumbles his assent around my cock.
Information is a valuable commodity. Some people focus too much on titles and office locations.
Me? I’m an analyst. That means I have a knack for spotting patterns no one else does and fitting things together in a way that makes sense.
Like if a senator is supposedly happily married, and suddenly moves out of a townhouse he shares with other senators and into an apartment all his own, but his spouse and kids aren’t living in DC with him,andhe hires a young new intern who doesn’t seem suited for the job professionally about the same time…it frequently adds up toleverage.
Former Illinois Governor Bruce Rauner once said, “Crisis creates leverage to change.” Even though he’s GOP, I have to admit he’s not wrong.
Although crisis itself can often be used as the leverage. Or, thethreatof creating a crisis can be the leverage.
Leverage I am a master at judiciously applying.
Like right now.
I finally pull Ward off my cock and remove the clothes pins from him, noting the way he winces but doesn’t complain too loudly.
Excellent. There will be torture at work in his future, if he’s used to being quiet like that.
“Let’s go upstairs.” Leaving my cock hanging out, I free his hands, stand, and collect all the phones, his and mine. I can see we’ll have to be careful about that, to not accidentally grab the wrong phones if we’re in a hurry.
I also make myself a mental note to ensure we all have different phone cases.
He follows me to the base of the stairs, where I turn. “You obey every order I give you tonight without question or hesitation. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He isn’t fighting me. Not so much as an inch. Even when I confronted Liam, I watched him mentally struggling to rein in his Master side the whole time.
Another way my wayward hubby earned bonus points with me. Normally, he likes it when I challenge him for dominance and he can put me down. Because I like that he can take control of me. It’s a thing we do, and something that’s become an integral part of our play.
Earlier, when I bound Liam, I sensed that Dominant side of him struggling to remain in check. Another reason I couldn’t look him in the eyes until he was secured to the bed. It would’ve been too easy for him to grab and hold me, try to soothe my tears, and we’d still be at square one.
But…not Ward.
I’m still far too raw and angry to do a deep dive and analyze my feelings about him right now. My first impression is he’s a full-on submissive. Hell, even in his professional life. From my research, I know he went to work for his father’s law firm right out of college. His father and his cronies got him elected to the offices he’s run for. I mean, Georgia is notorious for voter suppression, so it wasn’t difficult for them to do it without needing much help from Ward. All he had to do was not get caught on video fucking someone he wasn’t married to, or killing puppies, or something.
“Tonight, you don’t speak to Liam unless I okay it,” I add. “No matter what he says.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I take a deep breath. “Do you really still love him? Honestly?”
