“Please make me come!”
“Wrong.” I keep it up, waiting—needinghim to find the right combo to use on me to unlock his pleasure.
“Please let me come, Sir!”
“Strike two.” He shivers as I tongue him. “One more strike and I’m locking you in chastity for a week, and even Leo won’t get you out of it.”
He pants, desperate as I do all the things I know have him close to melting. “Pleasemake me come, Mister President!”
That’swhat I wanted to hear, and now he knows what roles we’ll be occupying for the immediate future. “Good boy.” I swallow his cock and it takes me less than a minute to get him off. I revel in every hot drop of his juices I swallow, making him forever a part of me. My communion with my Higher Power.
After he goes limp I sit up, kissing him. Then I shove down my sweats, free myself of Duck, and climb on top of him, brutally fucking his mouth and bracing myself against the back of the couch as I use him. He eagerly devours me, easily swallowing me. It only takes me a few strokes before I spill, ramming deep into his throat as I do.
Take this in remembrance of me.
“Tomorrow morning, Mr. Walsh,” I gasp, “I expect you to appear in my private study immediately after my PDB with your ass lubed and ready to be fucked.” I slide my cock out of his mouth. “Do you understand me?”
He’s still trying to lick the last drops from the slit of my softening cock and I let him. “Yes, Mister President,” he mumbles around me.
“Good boy.” I slump back onto the couch and drag him on top of me, wrapping my arms around him and holding him as we stretch out. “Such a good boy for me.” I kiss him, his lips, his sweet, long eyelashes, his forehead, the tip of his nose. “Mygood boy.”
He shivers in that way that tells me yes, I have unplugged his brain.
Didn’t have to take him outside our bedroom to do it, either.
Fuck it. I’m less than a year from total freedom. If I don’t have a handle on this job by nowandcan’t make time to take care of my guy, then I deserve to be kicked out of it early.
I can’t fuck him where someone might stumble over us, obviously, but Icanlock my study door.
With Leo temporarily down for the count I need to step up and do more for Jordan.
Besides, I don’t want that job falling completely on Leo anymore. He’s shouldered the lion’s share of the burden for so long it’s time I start pulling my weight in this thing we have.
And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
CHAPTERSIXTY-THREE
I’mthe first one awake the next morning. I opt to use my wheelchair for speed and convenience—and stealth. Before I awaken Jordan I quietly rummage around in one of our toy bins hidden deep in a bottom cabinet in the bathroom until I find what I want. Then I stage everything on the counter.
With that done, I return to the bedroom and roll around to the far side of the bed, where Jordan ended up snuggled in the middle. I clap a hand over his mouth, holding a finger to my lips with the other as his eyes snap open in the dim light.
“Follow me,” I silently mouth at him. “Now.”
I don’t even wait. I turn, snagging his pair of sweatpants as I return to the bathroom and he silently pads after me.
I’m sure this will fuck with Jordan’s mental equilibrium this morning but I don’t care. Overnight I dreamed of losing him, of him running off with some woman—or a man—and fleeing beyond even my considerable reach.
And I awoke remembering my order to him last night.
I want him remembering it all morning, too.
When Jordan sees what I have set out on the bathroom counter his eyes widen but I don’t give him time to process. I snap my fingers while pointing at the toilet closet. “Take care of what you need to.Now, boy.”
His tongue flicks out, licking his lips as he eagerly nods. “Yes, Sir.”
I arch an eyebrow at him, a silent correction.
“Yes, Mister President.”
