“Fair enough. How about a demonstration?” I reach up and make myself fist his hair. Not as hard as I do with Jordan, but to give him the idea. He should know because he’s fisted mine countless times over the years as hard as I do Jordan’s. Harder, even.
I look him in the eyes, drop my voice to a whisper, and call up the exact tone and words of what I said to Jordan just last week, immediately before I punched into a call with the president of France. “I told you to tongue my balls, you fucking whore. Someone doesn’t want to get unlocked for a few weeks, do they? Guess the little slut loves being nothing but my cumdump, huh?”
His eyes widen as his jaw gapes again. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so serious.
I release my grip on his hair, smoothing it. “But imagine me fisting his hair the way you do mine and him being on his knees under my desk in the study during a phone call with President Garnier.”
“Shit,” he mutters.
“Yeah. And that’s on the milder end of the scale.” I sit back in the wheelchair and let him digest that for a moment before I continue. “Remember, I don’t need struggle snuggles all the time. I don’t even need them a fraction as often now that you and I are married. He won’t need Mister President very often once his normal daily stress of working in the White House evaporates. I need you to trust me that, in this case, Idoknow what I’m doing and I will not harm him.”
He blows out a long breath. “This is fucking risky, El.”
“I know. So does he. I’m not looking to get impeached or arrested. Here’s the other thing—word around this town is Jordan’s the man who runs my life. He knows how much power and influence he wields in this city. He is already highly respected by people way older and more experienced in politics than him. That’smassivepressure on him. And here I am, the guy who can nuke the world back to the Stone Ages, and Jordan belongs tomeand in this way he shares me with no one. Not even with you.” I grin. “I mean, unless youwantto get spanked—”
“No, I’m good, thanks.” He chuckles. “Okay. So how’s this work?”
“I will be making him work his ass off, literally, to earn his Daddy time. I’m not talking regular vanilla snuggling and shit. I meanthis, our dynamic. And be prepared that there will be times I let him be with you but he’s not allowed to come or get spanked or anything like that. Or I might give him an order that deliberately sets him up to fail so I have an ‘excuse’ to keep him locked up. Our last night before Ciro’s sworn in, you and I will DP him in the Oval.”
“We…will?”
“Yup.” I grin. “He’s looking forward to it. He knows he needs to earn it. Don’t worry, he’ll easily take us. And,heh, don’t be shocked if you stumble over some of the new toys I made him order.”
“Ooookay.” He meets my gaze. “I want to watch whatever this is between you at least once. Soon. Before I’m okay with letting it continue.”
“What’s that thing about observation inherently changes the outcome of an experiment?”
“The Hawthorne Effect. Or the Observer Effect.”
“Exactly. You watching us will change how we play for both of us.”
He grins. “Then we’ll Schrödinger's cat this.”
“What? How?”
“I’m guessing some of your play happens in the shower at night?”
“Yeah?”
“Okay then. Keep doing that the next few nights. One of those nights, I’ll watch you and you won’t know which night. If you’re doing it right you’ll forget about me maybe watching you play.”
I give him “the look” as I indicate the wheelchair in which I’m currently sitting. “You don’t have a stealth mode right now, Sir Stalksalot.”
“You can leave me in the wheelchair in here, or I’ll say I’m going down to my office, and once you get started I’ll sneak in and watch. Leave the door cracked open. You won’t know what day I’ll do that.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Leo. You’ll do it tonight and you and I both know it.”
He wasn’t able to hide his guilty expression before I spotted it. “No, you don’t.”
I give him “the look” again. “Like hell I don’t. You’re worried about Jordan. You won’t be able to help yourself, you stalky fuck. You stood there one night and watched us together when I was VP, right after Jordan returned. Not to mention before that you went to Floridahowmany times? Oh, and if I didn’t make it clear, Iknewyou went to Florida because I’m kinda stalky myself and was keeping tabs on Jordan.”
I shake my head. “I was so pissed at you for letting him leave, and then for dicking around and not bringing him back sooner. You know how fricking long it took me to figure out how the hell to get myself to Tallahassee without raising suspicions? And, yeah, I told him I thought you had a tracker on his phone so he’d keep it turned off and scare the crap out of you. If he hadn’t, I would have figured out how to break his phone to keep him off it. I wanted to teach you a lesson.”
He bursts out laughing. “We’re a pair, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, we are.” I poke him in the chest. “Tonight. I won’t hold back. But you cannot burst in. You do that, it’ll probably spook me and him and ruin it for us going forward because we’ll both hold back. Give me your word.”
His smile fades again. “I promise.”
