Page 65 of Tips and Trysts

When I graze my fingertips over the head, he doesn’t flinch, but he does let out a slow stream of air through his nostrils. Our eyes meet. There’s a tacit exchange and an unmistakable request in the intensity of his gaze:Play with the gift I got you.

I press my thumb against the ball at the end of his piercing. The metal is warm like his skin and shifts gently from side to side as I rotate my thumb. When I push on it, applying pressure, Everett’s cock stiffens even more—and my god, this dick is rideable.

“What does everyone else think of it?”

“Nobody has seen it but you. Well, except the guy who pierced me.” He’s quiet, watching me before he wets his lips with his tongue and asks hesitantly, “Do you like it?”

“Everett,” I murmur, focusing my attention back to the cock he pierced for me—and it really is such a beautiful cock. “Fromthis moment on, you don’t ever change this cock without my permission. Do you understand?”

Expression serious, Everett nods.

“Say it out loud,” I instruct, stepping closer. I adjust my grip, taking more of his cock in my hand and thumbing the piercing more forcefully. “Do you understand?”

“I understand.” He wets his lips with his tongue before he takes a small step closer as well. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

With my free hand, I reach into my purse for my phone, swipe, and show him my screen. There, saved on my cloud drive, is everything he sent to me last night: a file containing hundreds of emails and texts to Lander and Dalton where they shit-talked current politicians, photographs of a visibly hammered Everett in college, and a police report recounting a time when he got cuffed while protesting the construction of a condo on a butterfly habitat. There’s also an unfathomable cache of pictures of Everett smoking weed from every vessel known to man, and two pictures of him making out with other guys.

“My father’s team put it together so we could always stay ahead of a scandal,” Everett explains, expression placid as he watches me scroll through all the things that could destroy his political career. “There’s a word for it. It’s Russian. It’s—”

“Kompromat,” I fill in. “A collection of evidence that could damage a politician’s reputation.” I put my phone back into my purse. “Who else has seen this?”

“Aside from the people who collected it, only my father and me.”

The weight of his confession should feel heavy. After all, Everett just made me privy to secrets that could decimate an entire family’s political legacy. He handed them to me on a platter and all but told me to use them if he ever hurt me again.

But despite the gravity of what I’ve been given, I simply feel…honored. Respected.Special.

“I need you to admit you lied,” I say, facing him. “I need to hear it.”

“I lied to you,” he answers immediately. “I’ve lied for seven months because I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you and I didn’t know how to handle it. I avoided you and pushed you away because I knew if you wanted me, I wouldn’t be able to say no.”

“But you did say no. In the elevator,” I remind him.

“That fucking killed me,” he grits. “And barely two weeks later, I’m standing here, begging you to want me. I ambegging you.”

My exhale is slow. Cleansing. “And are you going to lie to me again?”

He shakes his head and gives a gentle thrust, urging more of his length into my hand. “Never.”

“Never,” I reiterate. “I don’t tolerate men who lie, Everett.”

“I know. You shouldn’t.”

“And if you lie to me again,” I go on, enunciating each word, “I’m going to destroy you: mind, body, and soul.”

Everett grins openly now. “I know,” he says before his hands go to my hips.

“Evisceration.”

“I know.”

“Like nothing you’ve ever imagined.”

“I know.”

“You won’t recover,” I continue, stroking down the entire length of his cock. “And no therapist will ever be able to help you because I’ll make your demise brutal and unprecedented. Unhinged. I’ll get my two best friends and your two best friends together, and the five of us will have a sick, filthy orgy without you.No condoms. Just sweat, and cocks, and tits, and your sad, remorseful ass watching a video of it alone. And for years, even when you think you’re over it, I’ll shove it in your handsome face. Your first day as president, when you’re sitting at theResolute Desk in the Oval Office, your aides will drop off a folder with all the important news of the day. Somehow—and you’ll never figure out how—right on top of the stack, there’s going to be a picture of me fucking the shit out ofall your friends. Do you understand, Everett?”

His face is now sporting a full-on smile. “I do.”

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