He knows it, too, because his mouth drops open without me ordering him to.
“That’s my good little slut. Didn’t forget how to suck my cock while Leo was babying you tonight, did you?” I don’t give him time to answer as I sink all the way to the root between those gorgeous fucking lips.
His eyes sparkle with evil delight as he mumbles a little around my cock, until the head hits the back of his throat and seals off his air.
I stare down into his eyes for a long moment, waiting, watching.
His fingers close around my wrist, where I have his hands pinned. Not to push me away but to keep me in place.
Silently begging me not to let go.
A faint glimmer off the ring on his finger—myring—makes my heart squeeze in that breathless way I’ve always felt from the very first day I met him in person.
I ease back enough he can gulp in several desperate breaths before plunging deep again. Once Leo’s here full-time I suppose there will have to be days I ask Jordan into my private study, lock the door, and fuck him over my desk in there.
Although I haven’t fucked him in the SitRoom yet.
That could be fun.
I hold again, waiting, watching his eyes until I see them starting to water a little and feel him struggling not to gag. His fingers latch on tighter to my wrist, though, digging in.
I give it another five seconds before letting him take another breath. “You’re out of practice,” I tell him. “Leo’s been going too easy on you. You used to be able to hold it longer.” I slam deep again, taking several more thrusts before holding still. “Going to have to retrain my little slut, aren’t I?”
Until this moment I wasn’t sure where I wanted to finish inside him but now I am. He’s going to swallow me. Except I’ll need to remove Duck so it doesn’t dig into my thigh or the side of Jordan’s head.
That’s not the fun kind of pain I want to deliver to him or me.
I spend the next ten minutes making him worship my cock like this. While still buried in his mouth I say, “When I release you, don’t you move a fucking muscle or I’ll dig out the mean cock cage and lock you in it. Understand?”
He whimpers but makes another noise of assent around my erection. I release his wrists and other than letting his fingers go limp he remains exactly where I put him.
“Good boy.” I pull out, sliding back so I can stand. Less than a minute later I’ve toed off my shoes, shed my pants, briefs, and Duck, and stripped naked except for my day collar. All while Jordan hungrily watches me, licking his now swollen lips.
With my hip braced against the bed for balance, I yank off his shoes and socks, unfasten his belt and slacks—which is no easy feat with his full erection—loosen thatfuckingtie, and unbutton his shirt. Then I flip him over and it’s adorable how he keeps his hands approximately where I put them. I make quick work of yanking his slacks and briefs off, discarding them on the floor. His jacket, shirt, undershirt, and tie I pull up and over his head, tossing everything off the far side of the bed.
Except for the tie, of course.
That I use to bind his wrists. Securely, not for funsies.
All he’s left with besides the tie are the two bracelets and the ring.
Now without Duck to deal with I climb up onto the bed and straddle Jordan again, facing his ass this time. It’s still slightly pink and I spot the unmistakable handprints Leo left there.
“Did he spank you? He did, didn’t he? Don’t lie to me. I’m looking at the proof.” I slap both cheeks with my hands, making him squirm under me as I see the white marks quickly fade to darker pink in the shape of my hand.
Mine.
“Y-yes, Mister President.”
I smack him again, harder this time. “Did he make you beg him to mark you?”
“N-no, sir.”
“No?”Smack. “Did you put up a fight?”
“N-no, Mister President.”
Smack!“So you justletLeo spank this slutty little ass of yours without asking me first? Knowing full well that it belongs tome?” This is one of his favorite games we play.
