He quickly spins down into subspace again. “N-nothing, Mister President.” I stand there for a long moment, staring into his eyes until he finally blinks first. “I-I just thought—”
“That I was going to let you come?”
I see it the second it kicks in, like the igniter in the old propane furnace my parents used to have when we were growing up, thewhooshas the flame took hold and started warming the chamber.
The need.
The desperate hunger.
Needing more.
Needingthis.
His lizard brain finally seizing full control of him in a way it hadn’t yet. “Y-yes, Mister President.”
“Oh,wrong, baby.” I nuzzle my nose against his. “Sooo fucking wrong. You’re staying locked up in that mean old cage with the bluest of balls until I think your attitude is properly adjusted. Obviously, you need a reminder of your place in the food chain.” I press my forehead against his, staring into his eyes as I drop my voice to a whisper. “Because what are you?”
He steadily meets my gaze, no hesitation or shame in his reply. “I’myourcumslut, Mister President.”
“And why do I lock you up?”
“Because I need you control if I’m allowed to come.”
“And why do I control if you’re allowed to come?”
The fire flares in his eyes. “Because I’m your fucktoy and you own my ass, my mouth, and my cock.”
I smile. “There’smy good boy.” I kiss him. “But you’re still wearing the cage.” I release him and reach for my walker, laughing as he wobbles while standing there, as off-balance physically as he is mentally. “Let’s go to bed.” I turn to head to the bedroom.
I’m pretty sure that’s a whimper following me.
My smile nearly hurts my cheeks and itdamnsure feels good.
CHAPTEREIGHTY-ONE
This 4thof July is special not only because it’s the last one I’ll ever celebrate in office, or because we have a far greater appreciation for life and liberty than we did before the attacks.
After what I’d survived in the army I mistakenly thought I already carried that appreciation deep within my soul. The truth is I was too wrapped up in my fear and pain back then to reallylive. Too focused on my losses toappreciatelife and take to heart and actuallyapplythe lesson learned.
I had a day full of events earlier, speeches and appearances and now?
I’m ready to kick back and enjoy this evening. A pre-taped video statement from me will play during some of the televised shows because I knew I’d be too wrung out to deliver it live this late in the evening.
As the three of us stand on the roof of the White House with all of our family surrounding us, it’s the first major holiday where the three of us don’t have to worry about hiding from my parents who Jordan is to us.
Thatfreedom is what makes this holiday truly special for the three of us.
Because it’s only us, my parents, Leo’s family, and Casey-Marie, George, and Declan up here tonight—my eternal gratitude to the Secret Service and their enhanced security protocols taking the blame for that—we don’t have to hide our love tonight. We can stand here together as atruefamily and enjoy the moment.
The official photographer takes photos of Jordan standing between me and Leo, our arms around him and his around us, as we watch the fireworks. He already took a few of just me and Leo, and some of us with our families, and with Jordan but not like this. Those other photos will be released as “official” photos.
The photos of us standing like this with Jordan are for us alone.
As fireworks light up the DC skies I reach my other hand into the pocket of my baggy cargo shorts and press the button of the remote control I carry there. Between us, Jordan’s body stiffens and I’m positive I hear his moan even over the sound of the fireworks and the music synced to the fireworks display.
I lean in, my lips close to his ear. “I find a puddle of cum in your briefs later, you’re getting locked in the mean cage again and not coming for a month. Understand?”
It takes every ounce of will I have not to burst into laughter at his frantic, nervous nod. I won’t even ding him for not answering me out loud.
