A slow, evil smile curves his lips. “Oh?”
“Not immediately,” I quickly add. “Maybe after I have a little time to decompress.”
“Being locked up?”
I nod. “For a couple of days, not long-term. And other…stuff.”
He pushes off the door and slowly saunters over, grabbing my chin in a firm grip I’ve missed so damned much, tipping my head up so he can look me in the eyes. “Is my pet asking to be locked up for a few days?”
I swallow. “Yes, Master,” I whisper before I can even think about it.
“You know I’ll tease you if you’re locked up, don’t you? I’ll tie you up and fuck my sweet baby boy right in front of you. Maybe right on top of you. Make you suck his balls dry while I breed his ass. A little bit of retribution for what Mister President put him through.”
My throat goes dry and my cock’s throbbing so hard I’m reasonably certain I might be leaving a wet spot in the front of my briefs. “Yes, Master. Please.”
His grip gentles as a playful smile crinkles his eyes. He leans in and slants a kiss across my lips. “The first couple of weeks none of us will be deniedanything,” he says. “I’m going to make up for lost damned time. But then…”
He traces my lips with the tip of his tongue and they readily part as I hunger for his kiss. “Then,” he continues, “youwill be the one begging to fuck toys so you can milk one out of yourself. Or maybe I’ll let you both do that. Sit back with a glass of wine and watch you compete to see who can come first. Winner gets to suck my cock and be unlocked. Loser stays locked up another day.”
Oooooh, yeah.There isdefinitelya wet spot in my briefs. “Yes, Master!”
“You like the sound of that?”
“Please, Master!”
He nuzzles my nose with his. “Remember howthisfeels,” he whispers. “Tonight. Remember howthishunger reaches deep into your soul and feels like nothing can ever slake it. Remember it when you’ve turned my sweet baby boy into a greedy little slut begging for relief tonight. Because I’m going to makeyoubeg twice as hard at some future point.”
With his evil smile back in place Leo releases me and turns, heading for the door.
Fuuuuuck!
I smile as he departs and closes the door behind him.
Message received, loud and clear.
I grin and reach for my glasses so I can get back to work, now unable to get tonight’s fun off my mind.
CHAPTEREIGHTY-SEVEN
We don’t darepre-stage stuff downstairs in the Oval Office. Leo makes sure to pack things in the messenger bag that usually holds my supplies for Duck. Everything we’ll need to properly fuck a greedy little slut tonight. At least there’s a private bathroom just off my study. I know Leo made Jordan prepare, too, so there’s a sweet hum of anticipation in every move Jordan makes now, everything he says.
Just before 10 p.m. I pull Jordan into my arms and deeply kiss him. I feel the hard plastic of the cock cage against my erection even through my slacks and his. I reach up and fist his hair as we kiss, holding him in place.
“Is my little cumslut ready for a reward?”
He nods. “Yes, Mister President!”
“Hmm.” I look at Leo. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know. That didn’t sound very eager. Maybe he’s not in the mood.”
Jordan’s eyes widen. “I am! I’m in the mood!”
I clamp one hand around his chin. “In the mood forwhat?” With the other, I reach down and palm the chastity cage through his slacks. “This isn’t of much use to me right now, is it? I think you need to refresh my memory.”
My gaze is fixed on his. His nostrils flare a little as his breathing quickens. “I need to be bred, Mister President,” he whispers.
I’m still holding his chin. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you, slut.”
