"Their uses to me are innumerable. But you have my word, Mr. President." Tseng knows how to say that word the way Rufus likes it, all stress on the S until it sizzles against his skin. And he has always loved saying it for him.

"I will keep them close at hand and vigilantly watched." Perhaps it is demonstrative, the way he jerks Rufus's wrist behind his back, knowing exactly what angle and force of pressure to apply to move him how he likes. There is no one he's ever touched who has been immune to his command so far, not even the man with all the power in the world. Now, he is forcing him lower still, holding the upward thrust of his cock to his entrance, letting the wetness collected at the tip of it sweep slick trails across Rufus's open and wanting little hole. He can twitch and jerk and fight all he likes; Tseng has him secure.

He repeats himself: "Say the word."