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Believe me, if he’d wanted to find me kneeling on the floor he’d have told me. Sometimes he waits to have me kneel because I think he wants to get a sense of how exhausted I am, or if he knows I’m in pain he’ll have me sit instead of kneel.

Another of the countless things I love about him.

Yes,love.

That’s when a thought slams into my brain again:He wore Leo’s tie home.

The sweet subby feeling drains out of me while my mind imagines Leo knotting the tie for Jordan before sending him back to me.

I wonder what new marks I’ll find on the boy tonight.

I’m reasonably certain Jordan keeping me waiting is deliberate. Normally, it would help me drop into a more submissive headspace, because usually everyone waits on POTUS, not the other way around.

Except for tonight. Despite taking care of the dishes as ordered, I no longer find myself filled with submissive desires and my brain disengaging.

Not at all.

Right now what’s surging through me, with nothing else to distract me, is a desire to smell Jordan again, then reclaim him while I both inhale and lick what hints I can of our Master from his body.

That necktie.

Leo’snecktie.

I wonder if Leo tied the boy up with that necktie today and sent him home wearing it both as a tangible symbol for Jordan as well as a reminder to me?

I wouldn’t put it past him.

I’m standing there for five minutes, my overactive brain and thoughts working my determination and my cock into a pretty good head of steam when the lock beeps on the door to the living room, it opens, and there stands Jordan.

MyJordan.

Mine.

His arms are full of clothes and other items. I’m not even conscious that my body’s in motion until I’ve already crossed the room where I grab him by the necktie—thatnecktie—twist it several times around my hand, and use it to haul him to me, slanting my lips over his as I turn and back him toward the bed.

The door swings shut and a few things tumble from his arms, hitting the carpet, and I don’t even give a shit. Hints of Leo waft off him as I relieve him of everything he’s carrying with one hand and toss the clothes and other items onto the padded bench at the end of the bed, all without releasing my grip on the necktie.

Planting one hand in the center of his chest, I shove him hard as I release the necktie. The backs of his legs meet the edge of the bed and down he goes, where I pounce on him, straddling him and pinning him to the mattress.

Collecting his wrists, I transfer them to my left hand and keep them pinned over his head as I work on my belt and fly with the other. “It hit me while I was waiting that my chances to do this to you are increasingly limited. Tonight I’m taking what’smine, boy.”

If he’d had any intention to try to flip me back, the emphasis I put on that word completely drives it from his brain before switching the lights off on the way out.

“Yes, Mister President.”

Bingo. His breathy voice tells me I’ve flipped him deep and hard.

Hey, he knows how to safeword. If he didn’t want it he would have short-circuited me. He has in the past. Once I knew for certain Jordan never goes so deep he can’t come up for air to safeword or flip me back, I stopped holding back with him.

He doesn’t want me to hold back, either. Because I don’t hold back with him the way Leo does. Leo is Daddy to the sweet, innocent boy we wrecked and corrupted, but who Leo still also lovingly cradles and coddles.

I’ve personally witnessed Jordan verbally eviscerate experienced Hill staffers without hesitation or effort, staffers with many years’ experience dealing with Congress, and usually older than Jordan.

Inside, in some ways, he might be innocent and pure, matching his exterior. Except the dark thread secretly woven deep through Jordan’s soul craves being used by POTUS, being the chew toy of the most powerful man in the world, being owned and debased and claimed and utterly ruined to exhaustion.

I probably should have removed Duck but I wasn’t really considering logistics a few minutes ago. Once I’ve freed my erection from my briefs and slacks I work my way up Jordan’s body, shifting my weight so it’s more on my right knee so I can more easily fuck Jordan’s mouth.

Because that’s what this is going to be—a mouth-fucking.