Page 76 of The Politician

He poured the tea as Eli got the tops for the salads and they sat in the kitchen eating slowly, enjoying each bite.

“You had a good idea, Lee. It’s nice to be off and not stressing over the calendar and day planners.”

“You deserved it. Hell, I did, and I don’t do half as much as you.”

That was a veiled compliment and a nice one. “Thanks. I hope I’ve done a good job so far. I never thought about being an assistant.”

“You’re great. You’ve…done a lot for me, Eli, and that is very much aside from the sex. That’s separate now, I hope you know that.”

“I do, Lee.”

He took a drink and chided them, “No more of this talk. We’re on vacation. Nothing serious while we’re having fun.”

“Deal.”

Lee cleaned up the kitchen and Eli helped, though he felt strange cleaning while naked. Lee didn’t have any modesty about that though. He caught him at the sink and started kissing him, and Eli felt like a poppet in his hands. Lee was in control, and he’d taken to it like it had always been his thing.

“Living room?”

Eli laughed and whispered, “Where you go, I go.”

“Good, then get in there, and let me see you hurry.”

Eli tricked him, as he hurried but was jogging backward through the house, not letting Lee admire the bruising stripes on his ass.

“That is going to be a punishment, you naughty boy.”

“I must like them.”

“You must.”

Lee caught him easily enough and kissed him so rough, his lips hurt from it. “I need a blow job, but don’t make me come.”

Elli licked and then bit his chin, through the beard that made Lee sexier than he already was. “I’d love to service your cock, Sir.”

“Wow, you are taking to being a submissive very well.”

“I was just thinking that of you, being dominant.”

“You think? I never thought of myself that way.”

Eli kissed his lips, tenderly, holding him for a moment. “Well, you’re growing. You are becoming dominant and you’re becoming…someone that…”

Lee pushed his lips to Eli’s, maybe because he knew what Eli was about to say.

It was too soon. In fact, he might not ever say it, knowing Lee, but that was okay too.

“Let me get comfy and you can kneel at my feet, really make me feel like one of those Masters in Mexico.”

“Yes, Sir. Glad to.”

For the next hour, it was Eli’s pleasure to tease him, getting him close to orgasm and pulling back, as he’d wanted. Licking, sucking, tasting him, it was a beautiful hour. Lee threaded his fingers into Eli’s hair, pulling it, but not painfully, caressed his cheeks.

It wasn’t hard and forced, it was Eli’s mouth, making love to Lee’s cock, right there in Lee’s favorite place in the world. It was wonderful, and didn’t last, no. But it happened, and each time Eli looked up into Lee’s face, he was smiling wistfully, staring right back at him.

Compared to a few hours later, when he was literally hogtied on the bed, Lee playing with his ass. “This sweet hole of yours, Eli. It’s amazing how tight it is, even after we’ve fucked a hundred times. Back in DC, fucking all over both our suites, you were tight and hot for me after all that fucking we’d already done.”

He couldn’t respond, as his mouth was on the spread, but he mumbled things, words that meant nothing. At least he thought they were words.