Page 162 of Indiscretion

That was a fun shopping trip for the three of us. The fact that I had Elliot blow me in the dressing room of the formal wear store while Jordan kept the sales clerk distracted helped Elliot understand that no, I’m not abandoning him.

I’ve done my best to fit in more texting and personal contact with Elliot whenever possible. Thank god Jordan understands.

Although I did include Jordan in our Christmas tradition of giving each other ties. Matching ties. One way Elliot and I have of feeling connected, since he won’t let me give him a day collar.

To my utter shock, Elliot gave Jordan a matching tie, too.

No, I didn’t ask him to do that. He came up with that on his own, which is why I have hope this will work out the way I want it to.

Elliot’s been so busy with the transition that it’s helped keep his mind off personal matters. But he’s usually surrounded by staff now, making it difficult for me to find alone time with him.

The Secret Service finally moved Elliot to Blair House just before New Year’s, citing logistics and security concerns. Turns out someone in his building had ongoing legal issues resulting from a divorce, and was deemed a potential security threat. Rather than put them out of their home, Secret Service expedited moving Elliot.

I’ve been holding back another gift for Jordan that I plan on giving to him the night of the inauguration.

Two gifts, really.

I know I’m in love with him, even though I haven’t said the words to him yet. Everything between us is perfection, the way I wish things could always be between me and Elliot. We’ve fallen into a routine and nothing Jordan has done has triggered any red flags for me. If anything, he’s worked harder every day to reinforce my faith in him, and to show me how determined he is to win Elliot over.

Trust doesn’t come easy for me, but Jordan has earned my trust.

For the first time in years, I don’t feel lonely or resentful. I feel like the future is full of potential.

One way I’ve structured this situation is I call Elliotpetand Jordanboy, and I don’t mix the two. Jordan usually calls me Sir, even when we’re alone. Sometimes, in bed, when he’s deep in subspace, he’ll call me Master, but I don’t force the issue. Elliot calls me Master, although he defaults to Sir when there’s a chance of being overheard.

Jordan also knows not to disturb me during what little alone time I get with Elliot, and that, at any time Elliot contacts me, he has to come first. Because Jordan is in bed with me every night I’m not traveling for work, he accepts this and understands. I’ve nearly spent as many nights with Jordan in our short time together as I have with Elliot throughout the yearscombined.

Once we’re through the inauguration, Jordan knows he’ll be used to help me spend time with Elliot without triggering questions. There’s less chance of people suspecting anything if there’s three of us there. Just like I help run interference for Shae and Kev.

Taking Chris’ advice, I’m also laying foundations between Elliot and Jordan, although I can’t undertake that task in earnest until after the inauguration.

My boy loves the sadist, but he doesn’tneedthat side of me the way Elliot does. With Jordan, most of our dynamic is comprised of rituals, protocols, with some sexy slap and tickle thrown in. He loves to be tackled by me when he acts playfully sassy. Not obnoxiously bratty, but on the fun side of the spectrum. He doesn’t need the vicious, feral play, either. When I jump him in bed, he immediately melts and loves being pinned down by me, whereas Elliot wants a brawl, wants me to work for it andtakehim down, force him to submit.

With Jordan, I find my sprit replenished and my patience restored. What time I do get with Elliot is no longer divided between me focusing on him while trying not to feel resentment over his fear keeping us apart. I can now meet my pet’s needs without draining myself empty in the process.

Jordan reaches up and back, hooking his hand around the nape of my neck and rubbing that tight, gorgeous ass of his against me. “I wish we could dance together in public.”

So do I. I grind myself against him. “It’s Shae and Elliot’s big day, baby. I don’t want to do anything that would take the focus off of or cause trouble for either of them.”

“Or upset Elliot?”

I turn my playful nibbles into a hard bite along the top of his shoulder, nearly to the point of drawing blood, until he whines and his knees start to unhinge.

I ease up and lick the sting away. “Behave.” If I let him go off on Elliot it’ll be too tempting to join in on it, and I won’t have either of them running the other down. That’s not how this works. Damn sure not how it’ll thrive.

His fingers tighten around the back of my neck. “Sorry, Sir.” He turns in my arms so I can kiss him. I feel his sexual frustration building.

I also feel his hard cock pressing against mine through my jeans, but we don’t have time to play around right now.

“He’ll come around, baby. Elliot knows how well it works for Shae and her guys. He’ll see this’ll work, too. We have to give him time, that’s all. He’s stressed and overwhelmed right now. You’ll see. The fact that he gave you a matching tie, without me asking him to, tells me he’s trying.” I nuzzle his nose with mine. “Meanwhile, take comfort in the fact that you get me to yourself most of the time.”

At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Hopefully, if I say it enough, it’ll come true. That Elliot will come around.

We need to get ready because a car is supposed to pick us up in less than an hour. We’ll spend the next four nights at Blair House with Shae, Elliot, and others. Jordan and I will share a room.

Because Elliot’s parents and sister will be staying there, too, I doubt Elliot will allow me to sneak into his room late at night.