Page 26 of Naughty Dreams
Roy expected the orchestra in DJ’s head was going strong, because he'd pulled that ratty notebook from his pocket and was jotting away in his scrawled, uneven script. His interviews said a recorder wasn’t organic enough for his creative process.
When he moved onward, he displayed a similar curiosity for wax and fireplay, but Roy thought his interest so far was more artistic than personal.
That changed at the impact play scenes. DJ was mesmerized by whips, paddles or bare-handed contact on flesh, and his fascination pulled Roy in. If there was such a thing as astral projection, Roy felt like his chest was against DJ’s back, his erection to his ass, getting a jolt as DJ quivered at each hit, fingers tightening on the notebook he held against his thigh.
Fortunately, that bad episode with a Dom hadn’t been bad enough for DJ to turn away from his desires. He was a quick learner and he wasn’t reckless, unless he felt safe enough to be reckless.
Roy tensed when a Dom approached DJ. The kid responded politely but with a headshake. The Dom moved on after a friendly comment that made DJ smile. Then he stepped toward another scene, eagerly enough Roy shifted position to get a better look.
The man bound on a cross was being flogged. From a mechanics standpoint, it was pretty typical stuff in a BDSM club. Even the men themselves were average, the silver-bearded top a little overweight, the bottom with thinning red hair.
But to those wanting evidence of a deeper connection, the draw of this scene was obvious. While they might be playing publicly for the extra titillation, they were wrapped up in one another.
The redhead’s lips were parted, anticipating the kiss as his Master leaned in, but he grasped his bound sub’s hair, bypassing the mouth and going for the throat with teeth. He arched the sub’s head back to a straining angle, and the stress tightened the male’s naked body, every muscle group bunching, ass and thighs quivering.
Roy thought the Dom hadn’t needed the physical restraints. His sub was all his. The Master could bring his male to climax with only a word. As well as hold him back from it endlessly with the same. Those who had or wanted that connection recognized it when they saw it. It was rare to get a public view of it.
It was a waltz between mated partners, two souls hyperaware of one another, straining to convey everything through the bridge between dominance and surrender.
DJ’s obvious absorbed attention confirmed what Roy had flagged between them. DJ wasn’t looking for a one-night topping scenario. Could they pursue an ongoing thing, building on it, getting to those deeper levels, without it interfering with Roy’s job?
G thought they could. Roy was more disciplined than most, especially when the safety of his client was involved. He could handle it, as long as DJ could. DJ said he could, and if he was wrong, Roy would end it to preserve the most important priority. DJ’s safety.
And DJ, damn him, was right about one thing. It would be nice to have a right-at-his-fingertips source for Roy’s topping desires.
Fuck, he was doing the hamster wheel thing, going over the exact same ground as if he was going to get a different answer to the same question. It drove him crazy when other people did that, and he despised it even more in himself.
Okay, fine then. Let’s try another approach.He could step forward to be DJ’s tour guide tonight and test out how it wouldwork. If it was the wrong path, then it would be all the easier to call it a one-off tomorrow, saying he’d provided DJ advice without a change on thenohe’d given DJ for more than that.
If it was the right path…
DJ had eased closer, looking for a different angle. Roy had no doubt they’d discussed the boundaries for a session space with him, but the dreamy kid was so caught up in what he was seeing, he’d stepped over it. G was paying attention to the crowd, looking for external threats, not the one from the Dom swinging the four foot long flogger.
Roy wasn’t close enough to stop it from catching DJ in the face, like a left to right slap across the cheekbone and eyes. The Dom pivoted when he felt the impact, and his eyes lasered onto DJ with the intent to burn. But before he could brand him with sharp words, three things happened.
First, he registered the kid’s dazed state. Second, the dungeon monitor closed in to reinforce the barrier. Third, Roy reached DJ’s side.
He put his hand on DJ’s lower back, the other on his chest and moved him back two steps as DJ’s gaze snapped to him. Roy gave the Master and the DM a thumbs up, “I’ve got it” move, allowing both to return to what they were doing.
Though Roy still wore the cheap eye mask, it wasn’t any more difficult for DJ to recognize him than it would have been for Roy to know him behind the intricate fox mask.
“Floor marker for the scene space boundary.” He pointed to it.
“Oh. Yeah. I knew that. I just…I didn’t look for it.”
Roy drew DJ over to an area that offered seating options to socialize and view the scenes from a distance. He put himself into a padded, straight-backed chair, and pointed to the ground between his feet. “Put your ass there and take a breath. You’regetting spaced out from all the stimulation. Your back should be to me so you can keep watching.”
DJ stared at him. All the previous things Roy had said to him were in the air between them, but when Roy curled his fingers around DJ’s wrist and tugged, those words dissolved and floated away.
DJ folded himself down in front of him, his throat working. His erection was inevitable from his surroundings, but Roy couldn’t help noticing that his command seemed to make it more noticeable. He also couldn’t stop the surge of possessive pleasure he felt as a result.
DJ dropped his butt to the floor, going Indian style. His shoulders pressed to the inside of Roy’s thighs. Roy laid his hand on one shoulder, under the collar of his shirt.Hisshirt.
“You stole this,” he said.
“I borrowed it.” DJ tilted his head down as Roy’s fingers whispered over his nape and played in the soft curls.
“Borrowing without asking is stealing.”
