“I… I need to be yours.”
“My what?Askme for it. Don’t be ashamed of needing it.”
“I need to be your fucktoy, Mister President. I need you to own me.”
Still holding his tie I reach around him, fist his hair, and press his face against my neck as I whisper into his ear. “Youneverhave to feel ashamed admitting what you need to me. I love playing in the darkest shadows with you. I love every dirty, depraved thing you let me do to you, and I love that you want to beg me for more. And I love that I’m the first person you’ve ever been a dirty little slut for. I love every bit of that about you, baby. I crave watching you on your knees or bent over my desk and begging to be my whore. Don’t you want to keep doing that for me?”
“Yes!”
Do I feel guilty about this?
Not for a fucking second.
“Then all you have to do is ask to completely give yourself to me. That’s all.” I nuzzle his ear. “And if you give yourself to me, I’ll even let my horny little slut hump my leg right now.”
His grip on my belt tightens and he licks my throat again. “Yes,please!”
I bite his earlobe. “You have to ask me the right way, baby. For everything. Including taking your safeword off the table. Own what you need.”
“Please, I need you to take total control of me, Mister President. Please let me keep being your slut, your fucktoy. Ineedthat. Ineedto be your whore. I need you to own my holes and use me whenever you want. I don’t want to be able to say no to you about anything, ever. I need you to completely own me. Please own me.”
“There’s my perfect little slut,” I softly coo, releasing his tie and tightly wrapping that arm around him. “What a good boy, to finally ask for what you need. Of course I’ll take complete ownership of you. Go ahead and hump my leg. You’ve earned a reward for that bravery, baby.”
Aaaannnd we’re off to the races. He grinds on me as I hold him and whisper filthy promises in his ear, everything that I plan on doing to him before my time in office ends.
All while he desperately humps my thigh and whines and gasps.
He’ll probably be sore later but if his cock is chafing right now he’s not feeling it. All he’s feeling right now is a desperate need to cream himself.
Forme.
It only takes him a couple of minutes before he cries out against my shoulder and gives several last thrusts against me before falling still.
I shove my right hand down the front of his slacks, into his briefs, and find the warm, sticky mess there. Pulling my hand out, I say, “Open.”
His lips and eyes open and I shove my fingers into his mouth, where he reflexively starts sucking them clean. I’ll say this for Leo, he definitely trained us both well in that department.
“Take my bracelet off my wrist,” I order while keeping my fingers in his mouth.
From the way his eyes are glazed I’m not even sure he’s fully processing what this means as he works the sleeve of my Henley up enough so he can reach my bracelet. It takes him a couple of tries to work the clasp and remove the bracelet from my arm.
I hold up my left hand. “Put that where it belongs, slut.”
He fastens it there.
I pull my fingers from his mouth and wipe them dry on his shirt. “Give me your left wrist.”
He holds it up and watches as I fish the bracelet he wears there from under the sleeve of his shirt and blazer and unfasten it.
“Right wrist,” I say.
He holds it up and I fasten the bracelet next to the one he wears as his day collar for Leo.
I grab him by the front of his throat. “As soon as we get home, you go put the cage back on. Any time I check and you’re not wearing it and you don’t have permission from me to not be wearing it, that’s another week you’ll go without an orgasm. Understand?”
“Yes, Mister President.”
I nuzzle my nose against his. “You can clean up, then go tell the detail the coast is clear.”
