Leo nods. “We promise, pet.”
Behind us the door opens and Jordan releases our hands. Fortunately, our backs are toward the door so no one can see that.
“Ready, Mr. Cruz?” a nurse asks.
Jordan steps away from Leo’s bed as I lean in for a final kiss. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”
“Which one?” Leo asks.
“All of them.” I smile and step away, standing next to Jordan as the nurse and an orderly wheel a gurney next to the bed and lock the wheels so they can move Leo to it.
They cart him out, Leo waving at us one last time before the door swings shut behind them, leaving me and Jordan alone in the room.
Jordan had pulled out his phone to check messages and isn’t expecting it when I fist his tie and haul him in for a long, searing kiss, sending his phone flying. His phone, fortunately, lands on the bed.
“Youswearto me you didn’t kiss her or fuck her,” I demand, my lips still covering his.
Jordan wasn’t expecting this so Sir is gone and the boy’s barely able to remain standing under the force of my jealous onslaught.
“Kayley?”
I lift my lips from his. “Grace.”
His fingers catch in the beltloops on the front of my jeans. “I swear to you I didn’t kiss her. I didn’t have sex with her. I’ve only ever been with you and Leo.”
I stare down into his eyes. “IknewI should have kept you caged last night.”
He grins. “Would you like me to run back to the residence and get it,Mister President?”
I would say yes except that means he wouldn’t be here with me now, and I need him.
“No,” I finally say, releasing his tie. “Don’t move.” I step over to the door and open it, motioning to the agent closest to the door. “No one enters this room until either Jordan or I clear it. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I turn, letting the door swing shut behind me and my cock hardening as Jordan’s wide-eyed expression means it’s finally registering with him that POTUS is in the house and he’s soooofuuuuucked.
Literally.
I walk over and grab his tie again, tugging down and putting him on his knees. “Get busy,slut.”
The sly smile he tosses up to me as he works to unfasten my jeans only makes me harder. “Yes, Mister President.”
“And yes, when we get home the chastity cage goes back on,” I say. I let out a hiss as the warm, wet heat of his mouth engulfs my cock. “Until I say it can come off again.” I grab the back of his head with my other hand and shove in all the way to the base, holding myself there with his nose pressed into my pubes. “And tomorrow morning, youwillbe on your knees under my desk during my PDB. Understand?” I slide out just enough he can breathe.
His eyes are wide, already glazed, and his helpless gaze makes my erection throb. “Yeth, Mithter Pwethident,” he mumbles around my cock.
“Good boy.” I shove back in. “Myvery good boy. And if you keep being my good boy I might let you out of that cock cage in a few weeks.”
He whimpers around my cock but I know that sound.
He’s turned on ashellright now.
And if I ordered him to keep wearing it, he absolutely would.
I take my time fucking his mouth, well aware this is risky despite giving orders for no interruptions but I don’t even care. I use him, going deep, making him hold his breath, until he’s drooling and snotting and tears stream from his eyes. Only then do I pick up the pace, grunting with satisfaction as I bury my cock deep in his throat one last time and feel him desperately swallowing around me as the pleasure nearly takes my knees out and my juices spill into his mouth.
Finally I pull out, wiping my softening cock all over his face. “Who owns you?”
