His gaze is glazed, all boy without a hint of Sir in this moment.
Mission accomplished.
“Bet that butt plug is really making things difficult, isn’t it?”
He mumbles an affirmative.
“Your poor cock can’t get hard, and now that mean old plug is rubbing your sweet spot. Besides, we all know how you love being on your knees for me with my cock down your throat, don’t you?”
Another affirmative.
“You can swallow.” He does, his eyes, slipping closed as he can finally relax.
I tenderly stroke his hair. “Wear that butt plug for two hours. Then go upstairs and swap it out for the second-largest one, from the new batch.”
His eyes snap open, wide with fear.
“You heard me.” I fist his hair. “You challenging me, slut?” I pull him off my fully softened cock.
“No, Mister President,” he whispers. “I’m not challenging you.”
“Better not be. You won’t like it if you do. I just as easily could have ordered you to put one of the vibrating ones in and bring me the remote. Don’t forget that.”
I watch him nervously swallow. “Yes, Mister President.”
“That reminds me—make sure all the rechargeable toys we have are charged by tomorrow night. They’d better be ready for me to use. You bring me one with dead batteries and I’ll take it out of your hide in bad ways that even your Daddy won’t be able to save you from. Understand?”
He nods as much as he can with my grip in his hair. “Yes, Mister President.”
“Good boy,” I coo, tugging for him to stand and give me a kiss. “Tuck me in and get back to work.”
He does, walking a little funny now. I know it’s a mix of the butt plug making him horny and the chastity cage wrestling with his erection.
I snicker as he adorably wiggles his hips and adjusts things one last time before he unlocks and opens my office door. Then he looks back at me, over his shoulder, casting me a glance that’s pure, needy desire.
I blow him a kiss and he smiles, dropping me a wink before he heads into the hall.
Ooooh yeah.That’smore like it.
CHAPTEREIGHTY
I assumedLeo would be primed to join in the fun later that night. He’s allowed to put some weight on his knee and walk as long as he doesn’t overdo it. He’s still supposed to use a cane or crutches. I’d looked forward to spit-roasting Jordan between us, letting him blow Leo while I plowed him.
But I end up with an unexpected call running late. By the time Jordan and I make it upstairs, Leo’s sound asleep for the night.
Well, shit.
I’m not sure who’s more disappointed by that development, me or Jordan.
I grab him by the back of the neck and steer him ahead of me into our bathroom, changing my plans on the fly. I strip him first and then put him on the bathroom floor in a formal bow while I take my time preparing a few things, keeping my eye on him the whole time.
I love staring at his rounded back, the gentle bumps of his spine, the seam of his ass. He’s still sporting the cage and the butt plug, of course.
Once I have everything I need ready to go, I nudge Jordan’s bare ass with the toe of my shoe. “Up. Help me strip and get Duck off.”
He jumps up and that same sexy fire is back in his gaze. I watch his face as he helps me undress, loving how deep I can drop him into this mode without needing to beat him into it the way Leo has to usually beat me to get my mind spinning down into the darkest abysses of my soul.
I love that Jordan trusts me with his heart, that he willingly bares his throat and throws open the doors to that darkness for me to play in.
