I slowly shake my head. “You can’t. I offered him two options and this is what he chose.”
“What were his options? And no safeword? You can’t play with him without a safeword.”
“Actually, I can. His first option was he and I would be equals and submit only to you until the end of my term.”
“And the other option?”
“You know how he sometimes enjoys playing the role of the First Fucktoy?”
His brow furrows. “Yeah?”
“He’s now the First Fucktoy full-time. Not just for play. He’s given me complete control over every aspect of his life outside of his job. Until the end of my term.”
I watch Leo’s jaw open and close as he struggles to find words to verbalize the confusion painted across his face. “What?” he finally settles on.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Do you trust Jordan?”
“Again, yes.”
“He’s spent all these years taking care of me. And don’t get me wrong, he’s been amazing. But there have been times he and I have switched.”
“I know. You’ve both told me that.”
“Yeah, but you know how I need struggle snuggles?” I shrug. “Jordan needs that, too, just not physically, the way I do. He needs it mentally. Emotionally.” We might as well do this since we’re deep in the weeds already.
His head slowly cocks. “I’m not tracking.”
“He gets off on a level of sexual humiliation neither of us believe you’d be comfortable witnessing, or that wewantyou witnessing. He doesn’t want it all the time, and the irony is he probably wouldn’t be okay with you digging as deep into his psyche as I do because you’re his Daddy.”
Leo shifts position, setting the laptop in his wheelchair. “We’ve talked dirty to him before when he’s been on the bottom of the pile. Lots of times.”
“This is more than that.” I steel myself for his inevitable explosion. “For example, when they took you to surgery, I put him on his knees right there in the hospital room and fucked his mouth, then let him hump an orgasm against my thigh. He also blew me during my Tuesday PDB. The whole time, he was under my desk in the Oval with my cock in his mouth.”
His eyes widen. “What? Elliot, what thefuck? Do you know howriskythat is?”
“Uh, yeah. Kind of the point.”
“Are you fuckingcrazy? I can’t let you do that to him!”
“See, that’s the thing, though. You can’t stop us.” I rest my hands on the back of his wheelchair, keeping it between us. If he gets his hands on me, even with his bum knee he knows every last one of my damn triggers to dump me into subspace and force me to do whatever he says.
Including stopping what Jordan and I are doing.
“ThefuckI can’t stop you! He could lose his goddamned job and any possibilities he might have to work in this town! You could be fucking impeached, if not prosecuted!”
“Leo, do youhonestlythink I would do something like that to him?”
“I don’t know, Elliot. Your judgment seems pretty fucked up right now. The hospital room, okay, you probably told the detail not to come in. I’ll give you that one. But in theOval? In thedaytime?”
“He couldn’t be seen. It wasn’t a staff meeting—it was my PDB. Two briefers. I sat at my desk and they were over on the sofas. Even if he had been discovered under there I would have played the executive privilege card and guaranteed their silence. It won’t be a regular activity, but—and here’s the important thing—Jordanneededme to do that.”
“He…heaskedyou to do that?”
“Not that specifically.” I tighten my grip on the wheelchair’s back. “You’re his Daddy. He even loves playing with your sadist sometimes. But admit it, you aren’t comfortable going to town on him like you are with me.”
