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The shaft is ten meaty inches and it takes him another minute to fuck himself all the way onto it.

Releasing his nipples, I brace one hand on his shoulder and lean over, reaching down with the other to feel where the dildo’s impaling his ass and confirming it’s all the way in.

“Excellent.” I sit up, fist his hair, and slide to the edge of the shower bench so I can pull him onto my erection. “I’ll even let you fuck yourself on it for a few minutes before I make you focus on me. You know the rules. I don’t care when—or if—you come, but you don’t stop what you’re doing until I finish. If you don’t come before me then you’re out of luck.”

He mumbles around my cock and I lean back, smiling as I brace my hands against the bench. He’s frantically trying to find his rhythm and making delicious noises that translate into pleasant vibrations surrounding my erection. I move my right foot between his thighs so I can flick the cock cage with my toes and that pulls even more noises from him.

It takes him a minute or two to find the perfect angle, his noises changing, growing deeper, more regular as he settles in and rides the dildo.

I let him do that for another couple of minutes before I sit up and grab his head again, interrupting him and fucking his mouth.

That’s mean, I know, but I can hold back for a while since this will be the third time I’ve nutted today and it’s been ages since I’ve done that. Jordan finally rediscovers his sweet spot and then we’re off to the races. His eyes glaze over and he braces his hands on the bench on either side of my thighs. I let him, because I want him to get off like this.

It’s sexy as hell to watch. And because I want to reward him since I’ll probably be an absolute bastard over the next few weeks to vent my own frustration and fear about Leo’s pending surgery, which will also serve to help keep Jordan distracted and focused on other topics besides our Owner’s condition.

“Eyes up, slut,” I order. He complies, his sweet desperation and need overwhelmed by how deeply he’s now in subspace.

Fuck, I love this man.

I take complete control of his head and slide deep his mouth, making him take me all the way to the base. “In fact, I want you to order a couple of toys. I know they make DP dildos. Get one, and any butt plugs you might need to use to train up to that size, my little whore. Do not tell Mr. Cruz about it, either. This is between us. We’ll surprise him with your new special skills on that last night.”

“Yeth, Mithter Pwethident.”

“Good boy.” I tighten my grip on his head. “I’ll sit in my chair, you can ride my cock, and he can slide in there with me from behind. We’ll be able to show your Daddy his boy’s true nature, won’t we?”

He shivers and I know he’s got to be close to coming. “Yeth, Mithter Pwethident.”

“Shh. Don’t talk with your mouth full.” I slow my strokes to let him catch up. Making him talk right now is the bad kind of mean when I want him to get over. “Just think, when I’m out of office we’ll be able to start every morning fucking our horny little slut. I’ll show your Daddy his boy doesn’t need access to his cock anymore and he’ll agree with keeping you locked up all the time. There might be times we sit there watching you do this instead of watching TV.”

He moans as another shudder ripples through him. I know he’s really close and my imagination spins through my mental card file of hot fantasies I’ve gotten him off to before until I settle on one. “Get one of those metal collars and weld it around your neck so everyone knows what you are.” I slow my strokes even more to let him focus. “Because you’d love nothing more than being our slutty pup full-time, wouldn’t you? Spend the rest your life on your knees with your greedy little ass and mouth stuffed with our cocks or a toy, right?”

Actually, that’s a fantasy he and I both share, if I’m truly honest. Being the recipient of, I mean.

“Strap one of those puppy hoods on you and any time we’re horny we’ll call for you and fuck your mouth. Maybe make you run around with one of those buttplug tails in all the time. Lock a pair of leather mitts on your hands, so you can’t—”

“Mmmmph!” His eyes drop closed as he frantically humps the dildo.

I pull his head deep onto my cock again as he screams his orgasm around me while I quickly join him and finish. He’s still coming and swallowing and moaning, andfuckthis is hot. The snot running from his nose, the tears streaming from his eyes, the way he’s trying to swallow and keep up with me and keep my cock as deep in his throat as he can.

I love every messy bit of this.

I gentle my grip on his head, stroking, cuddling him as another shiver ripples through him.

That’s when his body starts shaking and I think he’s crying at first until I realize he’s laughing.

Smiling, I ease him off my softening cock. “Basta,” I say. “Time out. We good?”

He’s still laughing as he rubs tears and snot and drool and cum off his face. “You’d better be careful with those fantasies or you’re not going tohavea Sir.” He grins up at me. “Fuckit’s spooky how good that is when you do that.”

I kiss him, lingering. “Because I love you, Jor.”

His contented sigh strokes my soul. “I love you, too, El.” He sits back, wincing a little. “Still not sure how we’ll manage to not freak Leo out.” He eases himself off the dildo.

I catch his chin, applying enough pressure he understands the time out is over. I drop my voice back into POTUS mode. “He’ll just have to deal.” I stare into his eyes. “I meant what I said about buying the toys.”

He freezes for a moment and I feel the air in the shower shift as he dropshardback into fucktoy mode. “Yes, Mister President.”

I grin, and I hope it looks terrifying and evil. “That’s my good little slut.”