Page 174 of Naughty Dreams
The Dom swaggered in his direction, put a hand out and curled it over his nape, but before he could bring him all the way in, DJ dipped his head, an attitude of respect, but also one that allowed him to twist and flow smoothly away.
Doesn’t matter the world
Heaven or hell
Purgatory
Your house or mine
We are meant to share it
Walk together
Be together
Where are you?
Two more Masters came out on stage. Each represented a different fantasy, was capable of fulfilling a different need. As he evaluated and each time reluctantly turned away, the Masters started to circle him, a warriorlike dance, staying close, following him around the stage.
DJ stopped several times to do the steps with them as he belted out the lyrics and chorus, letting the music, the mood,and the message carry him. A message that grew more insistent, pouring into the abyss before him.
The lights kept him from seeing where Roy sat, but he compared it to those times when Roy didn’t let him open his eyes until he said DJ could meet his gaze.
He gravitated toward one Dom, then another. Now they all held something. A whip. A rope. A chain. Cuffs. A fistful of ribbons.
Different types of ownership. Different demands toward DJ, the main character of the story, looking for surrender.
The other dancers wove in and out, offering themselves the way DJ almost had. The Doms turned away from DJ and accepted their submission as DJ kept singing and took center stage again.
I sing and you answer
I answer and you sing
When we came together
The music changed.
I am all yours
Space only matters
If you’re in it
With me.
I need you, need you, need you.
You fill up my space.
I am yours
I am blissful as nothing
Lost in you
Part of you
Obviously.
