I fuckinglovegag-speak. Even better when it’s my cock gagging the boy. “Don’t care how sorry you are.” I lean in. “You disobeyed adirectorder from the Commander in Chief.Itold you tostaywith Leo and you didn’t. Obviously, you need a refresher course in followingmyorders.”
I firmly grip his chin. “Twoweeks,” I tell him. “Youwillwear that for two weeks. Leo can fuck your mouth or you can give him a handjob, not that I think he’ll be feeling horny anytime soon. But during these next two weeks onlyIget your ass, and you give me that ass on demand, no matter where or when I say. Do you understand me?”
I feel his breath quicken around my cock. “Yeth, Mithter Prethident.”
“That means no orgasms for you unless I fuck or milk them out of you. If you disappoint or disobey me, Mr. Walsh, you won’t get any. At the end of two weeks I’ll reevaluate the situation and see if you’ve earned the privilege to be unlocked. Apparently my slut needs a harsh reminder of who he belongs to. You try to get Leo to advocate for you to skirt my rules, that cage will definitely stay locked on you for a month and you won’t getanyorgasms. Understand?” I pull him off my cock.
“Yes, Mister President.” But his steady, burning gaze tells me he’s all-in and has challenge-accepted this.
He wants it.
Probably needs it.
I think I do, too.
Screw that, IknowI need this. Because despite loving Kayley like a sister I think about the seething rage that filled me watching her acting chummy with Jordan. The odd thing is it doesn’t bother me—well, not much—when she’s with us and doing that.
But that Jordan was alone with her, away from my sight, and doing things to make people believe they’re a couple just…
Enrages me.
I signal for him to stand and pull him in for another kiss. “Coffee, then meet me in the shower. Don’t wake Leo yet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I linger, staring into his eyes, my finger hooked through the D-ring on his collar.
He meets my gaze with a steady, albeit slightly glazed one of his own.
“Love you, baby,” I say.
His playful smile widens. “Love you, too. I’d hate to see what you’d do to me if you didn’t love me.”
“Oh, I’d just ship you to Guantanamo Bay.”
He laughs. “Hey, you told me I couldn’t do that to Stellis!”
“Yeah, well…” I shrug and release him. “I’d much rather have you bent over my desk every day than send you to some CIA black ops site.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “Promise, Mister President?”
Fuck. Now my cock’s twitching again. This boy keeps me and Leo on our toes, that’s for sure.
I reach up and flick his daith piercing. “Just keep in mind that on our last full night in the White House youaregetting DP’ed over theResolutedesk.
He surprises me by climbing into my lap and draping his arms around my neck, kissing me, sucking on my bottom lip. “Promise, Mister President?”
“Oooh, you kinky slut.” I play with his nipple rings. “Maybe I’ll keep you locked up until I’m out of office. Your daddy thinks you’re his innocent baby boy but you and I know the truth, don’t we?” I twist the ring in his left nipple, making him wince and bite down on his lower lip.
“Yes, Mister President,” he whispers, squirming against me.
I reach up to the back of his head and fist his hair again, hard enough to draw another hiss from him. I lean in, not quite kissing him, my gaze burning into his. “What are you?Really?”
He tries to kiss me, realizes I’m not letting him go, and licks his lips. “I’m the president’s slut,” he whispers. “I’m the First Fucktoy. I’myours.”
“And what do you do as my fucktoy?”
He licks his lips again. “Anything and everything the president orders me to.”
