He squirms against the bed, his hips unconsciously rocking for traction to rub his cock against the covers. He could probably cut diamonds with his erection. “Yes, Mister President. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”SMACK. “You’re not sorry. You came home spanked, smelling like his cum, and wearing his necktie. So what doesthatmean, hmm?”SMACK.
His toes curl. “That you’re going to punish me.”
SMACK-SMACK.“Fuckin’ A, you’re goddamned right I’m going to punish you.” I grab fistfuls of his ass and start squeezing, digging my fingers into his reddened flesh and making him squirm even more. I settle my weight onto him so he doesn’t accidentally pop too soon and lean in close, biting his left ass cheek down by the sit line, then the right one.
No gentle, tender love bites, either. These are hard and make him bury his face in the covers and cry out. These are meant to mark and be felt tomorrow every time his ass meets a seat. These are to make him squirm so he feels them and gets hard from the pain.
These are designed to remind him who’s waiting at home for him.
These marks directly challenge Leo’s dominance and ownership. Call and response.
So Leo will mark him harder next time and I’ll answer in kind while upping the ante—a win-win for Jordan.
I’ve never flipped on Leo like this. Never had a desire to and knew that wasn’t something Leo was interested in.
The first time things took a darker turn between me and Jordan when I topped him I’m not sure which of us was more surprised by it, but we agreed it was hotter than fuck and definitely repeatable. Not every time between us is like this. Usually I give him every bit as gentle and loving affection as he gets from Leo because it definitely takes emotional energy I don’t always have to climb into this particular headspace.
But the boylovesit dirty.
And Ilovedebasing him.
I spread his ass cheeks and spit on his hole before working my index finger inside him, all while he moans and futilely tries to hump the bed despite my weight pinning him down.
Yep, he’s been freshly fucked.
I slide it in all the way and turn my hand, finding his sweet spot and making him shiver. “You let your Daddy raw-dog youagain?”
“I’m sorry, Mister President!”
“No, you’re not. You’re a horny little slut who can’t control himself.” I play with his button a some more, careful not to get him off yet. “Say it. Might as well admit it.”
He’s moaning into the covers and I can barely make out his words. “I’m a horny little slut who can’t control himself.”
“And why is that a problem?”
He whimpers. “Because I’m the president’s horny little slut.”
I chuckle. God, he’s so fucking adorable. “Yes, you are.” With my free hand I spank him several times, keeping my finger buried inside him. “And when you come home like this, you know I’m going to make you pay every time, don’t you?” I wiggle the finger inside him.
“Ah!Yes, Mister President!”
“So I have to assume that youliketaunting me like this. Because you obviously must enjoy it when I punish you, right?”
My own cock’s drooling pre-cum against his back from the way he’s trying to squirm under me. “Yes, Mister President. I do enjoy it.”
He gasps when I pull my finger free. “Stay.” I punctuate the order with another hard slap on his ass.
I quickly round the bed, using it for balance, and grab my walker so I can make it into the bathroom without falling. There, I wash my hands and root around in the plastic storage tub buried deep inside the back of one of the cabinets. I find what I’m looking for and after grabbing a couple of towels I quickly return to find Jordan where I left him, with his hips slowly squirming against the bed.
He lifts his head and the wild abandon I recognize in his gaze makes my cock surge. He literally would probably let me drag him butt-naked through the White House so I could fuck him in the Oval over theResolutedesk right now.
Okay, so maybe not exactlythat, but he’d damned sure let me drag him out through the main hall here in the residence and go fuck him over our private dining room table.
He’s sexy like this, damned hot and I don’t think he honestly even realizes it. Which makes him even hotter, to me.
Leaving my walker behind, I get the lube from the nightstand and climb back onto him. “You want this eager little ass stuffed so bad, I’ll just have to take care of it for you.” I drizzle a generous amount of lube over his pucker, more on the largest butt plug we have, and then start working it inside him. “Beg me for it.”
