He scurries out the door and I fuckinggiggle. I’ve sat down at my desk and already started working my way through one of my briefing packets when my desk phone rings a short time later. I don’t bother looking to see who it is when I answer because, honestly? I’m already in work mode.
“President Woodley.”
“Wellyou’vecertainly been busy.” I hear Leo’s ear-to-ear grin.
I lean back in my chair and reach down to squeeze my cock through my slacks and briefs with my other hand because it’s already growing hard again. “Executive privilege, don’t you know.”
“Oh, Iknow,” Leo says.
“You put the slut on his knees and are making him hold it, aren’t you?”
“I might have.”
“Ooooh, you evil man.”
“You know it. So we’re back to Mister President’s rules, I take it?”
“For now, yes. Is he drooling yet?”
“Almost.” Leo chuckles. “I mean, seriously. Why do you think I called you to draw this out? He’s about to dribble cum and spit all over his tie. I’mlovingthe adorable desperation in his eyes.”
Well, this is new. And fun. “I didn’t think the boy’s Daddy would torture his baby boy like that.”
“Then you thought wrong. Okay, swallow.”
I laugh. “Softy.”
“Yeah, well, I have staffers coming up here any minute to go over stuff and he won’t have time to change his tie and shirt before they do.”
“Ah. No blowjob for you then, huh?”
“Exactly. Which is why I decided to torture him a little. Feeling a little mean myself.”
“Well you’d better let him finish the second part of his assignment so he can get back down here, then. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Twenty minutes later, Jordan returns to my study and closes and locks the door behind him.
I don’t look up from my briefing binder. “Show me, slut.”
He turns his back to me, unfastens his belt and slacks, and shoves them and his briefs down before bending over.
I glance over and spy the base of the butt plug.
But I’m also flexing bastardly muscles that went unused for too long. “Can’t see it.”
He almost manages to keep me from hearing his aggravated grunt as he reaches back, grabs his ass cheeks, and spreads them for me.
“That’s better. Stay just like that. I’m enjoying the view.”
I time it, making him maintain the position for five minutes before I show him mercy. “That’s a good little slut. Get dressed.” I turn my office chair around to face him. “Got me horny again, though.” I’m still holding the binder as I lean back. “Take care of that for me. Don’t swallow.”
Jordan’s nostrils flare, sending a giddy charge of white-hot, evil desire through me. Still, he drops to his knees between my thighs, fishes my cock out, and I have to pretend to read my briefing material while he’s working his hardest to get me off again.
Which normally would be difficult to do in such a short span of time except it’s been a while.
I last nearly ten minutes this time. My eyes practically roll back in my head when I explode in his mouth. I finally set the binder aside and cradle his head in my hands.
