He blinks, staring up at me. “You do, Mister President.”
“Tuck me back in.”
He does. Only then do I haul him to his feet and lead him into the bathroom, where I clean him up before tenderly kissing him.
“When do the toys arrive?” I ask.
He blinks a couple of times and I see his brain’s having difficulty engaging, and that makes me silently giggle.
“Tomorrow I think, Mister President. Or the day after.”
“Excellent. You didn’t think I forgot about that, did you?”
“No, Mister President.”
I kiss him again. “Good. I absolutely meant it that youwillbe under my desk tomorrow for the PDB.” I narrow my gaze. “Is thereanythingelse I need to know that you two haven’t told me?”
“No, Mister President.”
I fist his tie again and pull it tight, his forehead touching mine. “Until I’m officially out of office, I’m in complete control of you and takingbastaoff the table for you with me except in the case of the bad kind of pain. If you’re a good boy Imightlet your Sir come out and play with my boy every once in a while. You don’t getanyorgasms, with meorwith Leo, unless I give you permission. Understand?”
His eyes widen. “What?”
“You heard me. You two kept this from me. There has to be consequences. If you don’t agree, then we’re just Elliot and Jordan, equals and lovers and husbands, unless we’re under Leo and he’s in charge. You won’t get to be Sir or the slutty whore with me until after I’m out of office. Once I’m out of office we can resume whatever dynamic you want with each other.”
“I-I don’t understand.”
I kiss him, this time tenderly and taking my time but not releasing his tie. “For these last months in office, either you’re my fucktoy, unless I specifically ask for your Sir to make an appearance, or you and I are equals to each other in our relationship and we each only submit to Leo. If you want to be my fucktoy, then I’m takingbastaoff the table unless it’s for harmful pain, and I get complete control of you in every way. Your choice.
“If you say no, I’m not taking sex and love off the table, baby,” I add. “I’m takingcontroloff the table. Either you give it to me or you don’t. But if you give it to me, you give it totally and completely, no matter what, and I’m taking it. Even around Leo, unless I’ve cleared it first. This will almost make up for those months you were gone.”
I kiss the tip of his nose. “It’s all right if you want to say no. We’re still sleeping together every night, and we’re still owned by Leo, and we still love each other, duh. But if you say yes, you’re agreeing that, until Ciro’s officially sworn in, the horny little fucktoy belongs completely tome.”
He stares at me and I think he’s going to say no when the tip of his tongue delicately flicks out and wets his lips. “Totalcontrol?” he whispers.
I go there, because now Igetit. “Ineveryway. It means if I want to fuck you in the elevator, I will. It means I might make you go weeks without coming. It means I might literally keep you locked up until I’m out of office. It means I clear what you wear or don’t wear, and every second of your day when you aren’t working you’re focused onmeand awaitingmynext order, even if we’re in private after-hours.”
I press against him, backing him into the sink and trapping his hard cock between us. I bet there’s a wet spot inside his briefs. “Leo will get to have Daddy time with you, don’t worry. As long as you’ve earned the privilege from me. But all play and orgasmswillbe cleared through me first. Daddy’s rule won’t be law for you anymore—mine will. And there might be times I say no.”
Another long pause from him. “What if he overrules you?”
“He won’t. Remember in the beginning he told me I could use you whenever I wanted?” I let the grin carve deep into my cheeks. “I’m belatedly calling in that marker. Once I’m out of office we’ll go back to normal. And if you tell him you willingly agree to this, he’ll go along with it.”
I reach up with my free hand and flick his daith piercing. “He loves both of us. If you and I are in agreement, he’ll agree. He might not like me taking safewords off the table but I’ll handle that.”
I lean in and graze my teeth just under his jaw, working my way up to his ear. “Admit it—you’ve loved the fuck out of the last two weeks, haven’t you?”
He shivers. “Yeah.”
I nip his earlobe. “What?”
“Yes, Mister President.”
I whisper into his ear. “What have you enjoyed, baby? Tell me.”
“You having control of me.”
“And why is that?”
