Page 215 of Innocent

Fifteen minutes later, we’re on our way back to the residence. I’m hella eager for the three of us to be alone behind a locked door.

Thethreeof us.

God, I love the way that sounds in my brain.

When we lock ourselves inside the residence, I’ve barely turned from the alarm panel when there’s a fist in my hair, I’m wrenched down to my knees, and everything in my hands goes flying.

Leo presses my face against the tops of his shoes. “Oh, my sweet, precious boy.Thereis a sight I was reasonably sure I’d never see again.”

I hear Elliot picking up the things I dropped. “Take care of those things and meet us upstairs, pet,” Leo says.

“Yes, Sir.” I can totally hear my boy smiling.

“You know what to do, boy,” the sadist says to me.

I’m smiling as I kiss the tops of his shoes and rub my cheeks all over the supple leather. In the past, I’ve spent countless hours on my knees with my lips pressed to his shoes. Sometimes, he would sit there, fully dressed and sipping a drink, while I was naked, except for my day collar and leather cuffs and collar, and doing this.

There were times we were in the White House when I did this because we only had a half hour or so, and he’d lock us in his office and hold my tie like a leash while I was on my knees for him.

This is something I’ve never done with Elliot—only with Leo.

I’ve missed this.

I’ve missedHim.

My heart races even as my brain downshifts into a lower gear. I’m certain there will be a wet spot in my briefs by the time they’re peeled off me.

“Who’s my good boy?”

“Me, Sir.”

The fist in my hair tightens, bringing tears to my eyes. He shoves my cheek harder against the tops of his shoes. “Then be my good boy.”

I feel the warmth of his body through the supple leather as I work my lips over them and lave my tongue across the surface.

The only problem is I’m not naked.

I want to feel the cool, hard floor under my knees and the air against my balls.

I keep doing what I’m doing as I shrug out of my blazer and cast it off next to me. My necktie, shirt, and undershirt follow, all while I make love to Leo’s shoes with my mouth.

Nearly frantic now, I toe off my shoes and wriggle out of my slacks and briefs, and yank off my socks, until I’m finally, blissfully naked.

“There’smy good boy,” the sadist says. “That’s what I needed to see.”

This is what I needed, too.

Desperately.

The world fades away as I worship my Sir. Time dissolves while everything vying for my attention vanishes. No thoughts save making the man above me purr with satisfaction. Not even my hard cock leaking pre-cum in a puddle on the floor can distract me.

When he finally lifts me, my ass on my heels, he tips my head back until I’m staring into his eyes.

A blissful smile curls his lips. “How about we go upstairs, baby boy?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

“You ran from me, baby. You mouthed off, you scared the crap out of me, you walked to the restaurant, and sat with your back to the door. You didn’t pay attention—multiple times. You know what that means?”