He complies because he’s my good boy.
I’m sure he might believe he’s getting a reward, because I’m not the only one who hasn’t busted a nut in several weeks.
Unfortunately for him I’m also a bastard.
I unfasten his belt and slacks and shove them and his briefs down to his knees. After kicking his feet apart to give me more room to work, I pick up the cold bottle of water that just before I called him in I had grabbed from the small fridge I have in here.
When I press it between his legs he barely manages to swallow his startled yelp as I hold it against his balls and the underside of his erection, which immediately wilts.
“Iknow, baby,” I playfully croon. “Mean old Mister President isn’t going easy on the fucktoy. You’ve had a vacation. It’s time to take you in hand again.”
He’s whimpering again but this time it’s not because of lust.
Once I’m certain his erection’s going to stay down for a couple of minutes I set the water bottle aside and fasten the chastity cage on him that I brought downstairs with me after lunch. This isn’t the silicone one he spent plenty of time wearing, though.
No, this is a much meaner one, a metal one. It also has metal nubs inside it so if he gets hard he’ll feel way more than just being squished. I know he doesn’t have to leave the White House for the rest of the day, so he won’t have to go through any metal detectors.
Sure I could have done this upstairs during lunch but I was worried Leo might try to flip me back into pet mode, which would have defeated the whole purpose of me letting my bastard out to play.
Jordan gasps as he feels the cold metal against his tender flesh—yes, I might have also pulled it out of the mini-fridge when I grabbed the water bottle—and again when he hears the softsnickof the lock closing.
“That’s better.” I pat his ass. “Pants up.”
While he does I walk over to the sofa, sit, and get comfortable. He turns and I snap my fingers, pointing between my legs. “You know what to do.”
There’s an amusing mix of irritation and lust flaring in his gaze, his own Sir mode struggling not to take over because his slut is pretty damned scrappy when he wants to be.
But he walks over and drops to his knees in front of me. I reach down and wind his tie around my left fist again, spreading my thighs to give him plenty of room. I don’t even have to tell him to unzip me and swallow my cock because he’s already reaching for my belt.
This, however, is not going to be a sweet, sensual blowjob. I thread my right hand in his hair and use that and his tie to bury my cock deep in his throat, all the way to the root, and hold there for a moment.
“There you are,” I whisper. “You missed being Mister President’s eager little cumdump, didn’t you?”
His muffled reply deliciously vibrates around my cock and nearly makes me blow but it’s an affirmative.
I let him take a deep breath before I start fucking his face. I know I’m not going to last long because, well,yeah. And if he thinks I’m going to take pity on him and let him come just because, then the boy hasn’t been paying attention.
“Donotswallow,” I order. “When we finish here, you’re going to zip me up, go upstairs, and show your Daddy what his naughty baby boy’s been up to. If you swallow before you show him I’ll keep that cage locked on you until election night. Understand?”
He moans but there’s an affirmative in there, too. I guarantee you he’s already hard again and his cock is making its acquaintance with the mean insides of that chastity cage.
I should know, because lord knows both he and Leo have locked this one on me plenty of times over the years.
I stop holding back and it’s only a few strokes later before pleasure nearly cleaves my spine and I’m pumping his mouth full of my juices.
I don’t pull him off me as I catch my breath. I scratch his head with my right hand. “You aren’t allowed to come, not even if he wants to milk one out of you. Understand?”
Another affirmative.
“Once you’ve shown him, you may swallow. Then offer him a blowjob. If he wants one, do not swallow until you come down and show me. I will ask him if he took you up on it or not. Regardless, while you’re upstairs, put in the third largest butt plug. One of those new ones. You may wear your briefs. That means if you put it in after you blow him, you’d damn well better not swallow while you’re putting it in, until after you come back down here and show me. Got it?”
The fear in his eyes makes my cock twitch but he mumbles his assent. This is going to be tricky for him because he’ll have a mouth full of drool, too.
I release him and let him pull off my cock. “Show me.” He does. “Good. Tuck me in and go get busy. I expect you back down here in no more than thirty minutes either way. Understand?”
I didn’t know he could mumble and be understood without opening his mouth but he does. It’s good to see the fire return to my slut’s eyes, that sexy, playful gleam that’s always slightly different than when he’s in Sir or boy mode.
This is something that’s been missing from our lives. While it might make me shallow I’m not going to lie and deny that uninterrupted sexy time will top my list of things I’ll enjoy about returning to civilian life in January.
