Carolina makes a bunch of cloyingly sweet comments, but I tune her out until she asks a question I’ve been anxious for. “Emanuel, I’m sure new love is helping, but how are you doing with your father’s death?”
“Well, it’s been hard.” E stops, then takes a big breath. He isn’t faking when he has his brief moments of grief, but they are few and far between. “Thomas Miller was not a good man, let alone a good father. Part of why I changed back to my birth name is that he stripped me away from my mother, my Cuban heritage, and my own sense of self.”
“Do you believe he killed himself rather than face the consequences for his crimes?”
“The fact that his own men turned on him tells me everything I need to know about his guilt,” E replies diplomatically. He had some training from his father and posh schools on how to talk in a way that doesn’t fully answer the question, but my publicist helped coach E as well. “Whatever he was, I plan to live a happy life in spite of his actions. And I’m happy now.”
“What more can you ask for?” Carolina says and turns to the camera. “Thank you to Owen MacKenzie and his partner, Emanuel, for their time and candor today. Next up, we have…”
She sends the show to commercials and thanks us again as production assistants remove the microphone from the back of my waistband. I shoo them away and take care of E’s, though. I don’t want anyone else’s hands on him. Or I might remove them.
When we’re alone in the green room, I remove my suit jacket, tossing it on the couch. “That went well I think.”
Anything else I plan to say is cut off when E plasters himself to me, kissing any spot he can reach. My neck, chin, cheek, and finally my lips when I pull him into me.
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re claiming me on live TV,” E says between kisses. “I fucking love you.”
Our tongues touch and fire races to my dick I know what I want, and my pet never refuses me. Reaching behind me, I lock the door and break our kiss to a whine of complaint.
“We only have a few minutes before my publicist comes looking for us,” I explain, starting to unbutton my dress shirt. “Drop your pants and bend over the makeup table. I want to watch your face in the mirror while I fill you.”
“Might make a mess. Don’t we have the magazine cover shoot after this?” E asks, but does as he’s told and bares himself from the waist down. “And then the plane leaves in a few hours.”
When my shirt is open, I reach into my bag and pull out a pink silicone plug. “Not a problem. Bend over, pet.”
“Yes, Sir,” E doesn’t hesitate to brace himself on the dressing table attached to the wall. In the mirror, I watch as he licks his lips when I come up behind him. “Please, fill me up and plug me so you stay inside.”
Knowing he’s still wet from fingering him in the hotel this morning while he blew me, I don’t hesitate to thrust into his wet and waiting hole. E moans and I clamp a hand over his mouth, using my other hand to grip E’s shoulder and keep him in place.
“I let you come this morning, but we don’t need you making a mess here, where people can find it, do we?” I tell him as I pick up my pace. I need to be fast, and I know how much he loves being used by me. “You’re going to take my load and then lick my cock clean like a good boy, aren’t you, pet?”
“Yesh, Sir,” he mumbles into my hand, and I watch his eyes roll back in pleasure.
He won’t come without permission, but I still enjoy myself more when E feels good. Unless I’m hurting him to watch him cry, but I know he likes that as well. We’re aligned in life, in sex, and with my little hobby. If someone could have made my match in a lab, E would be it.
Leaning down, I sniff and lick behind his ear in the spot I know will drive him wild, never letting up on my assault. He smells like myshampoo, my cologne, and that primal urge inside of me to claim him boils to the surface.
Mine.
Pounding into his tight heat, my orgasm sneaks up on me. I grip his shoulder tight enough to leave bruises, and find myself hoping people see them as I unleash inside of him. Pulse after pulse of my come fills him, and I don’t stop pumping inside of E until my dick gets sensitive.
Picking the plug up from the dressing table where I must have left it, I pull out and push the plug into place using the cum that starts leaking from E’s body. His hole takes the slim object easily, and tightens around it as if seeking more.
E pushes me back to drop down and lick me clean, just like I said he would. He’s going to smell like me even more, now.
Let everyone see and smell me on him. E is mine and everyone willknow it now. The announcement I had on my show last week calling E my partner was added to today with the interview, and the magazine article with us on the cover would come out in a few weeks as well.
Looking down at my pet, I caress his pretty brown curls and admire his gorgeous face. “I love you,” I tell him, and enjoy the widening of his eyes. It’s the first time I’ve said the words to him in that order.
Without getting up, as if he knows his place will always be kneeling for me, E gives me a watery smile and says, “I love you more than I ever thought possible. Thank you for loving me, Sir.”
There’s no need to reply with a trite ‘you’re welcome’ because he doesn’t need to thank me. Nothing and no one can take my pet away, and I will take care of him to my dying breath.
Epilogue
E
One Year Later…