Page 30 of Naughty Dreams
“Take a moment. Even out.”
DJ was vibrating, inside and out. If that was a taste of what it was like to be under Roy’s control, he might become like Tal in no time, addicted to the feeling. Addicted to a person.
It was an unsettling thought.
“You have a strong craving for psychological submission, Dory. I’m going to find someone who can help you explore it in a professional capacity. Keep it not messy, emotionally, until you get a handle on it and decide what you want. I have some contacts along your tour route. I’d come with you to keep you safe, but they’d do the sessions.”
“W-what?”
“There’s a big difference between exploring BDSM as an experience and seeking a relationship in it,” Roy told him. “It would keep things between you and me on the right footing. I’m not going to be in your life for very long. Just as long as it takes to get this stalker out of your life.”
DJ knew his head was messed up, and Roy seemed calm and in control. But DJ wasn’t imagining the proprietary feeling in Roy’s touch, and that was something DJ wanted to keep feeling. He thought Roy wanted that, too.
Self-discipline was an extreme sport for Roy. But maybe he didn’t realize what it had taken for DJ to get where he’d gotten in this business. Self-discipline might look a little different for their respective jobs, but DJ had his own arsenal of it. He just needed to find his brain and bring it to this fight, right here, right now.
He quelled the overwhelming desire to snarlwhat the fuckand chose another tactic. He was still leaning against Roy, andhe looked into the steel eyes. Hell, DJ wanted to melt in their heat.
Focus.
“When someone belongs to you, Roy, what do you want from them?”
“It’s complicated.”
DJ couldn’t return the tight smile, but he wanted to trace Roy’s firm lips, feel the edge of his teeth. Press against him, taste his mouth. “I’ll make it simpler. What’s one thing you’d demand of your submissive?”
Roy’s hand dropped to close around DJ’s cock. And stroke.Holy fuck.“He wouldn’t come without my permission.”
“I wouldn’t,” DJ said with gritted teeth. His fingers curled around Roy’s bent knee in a white-knuckled grip.
“I don’t just mean in a session. If a sub wants to go down that road, all of his orgasms belong to me. No sneaky beating off in the shower. If he comes in his sleep, he has to tell me, so I can punish him for that.”
The gleam in Roy’s eyes, the faint moisture on his lips, translated the words in DJ’s head.
So I can punish you for that.
“If he really wants to have me as his Master,” Roy continued, “he earns that privilege by convincing me of his commitment to it. Not just for the duration of a session, or a mutually enjoyable hookup at a club.”
“You can work, eat and do basic math, knowing your sub is doing that for you?” He’d be thinking of Roy all the damn time, which DJ guessed was the point.
Roy’s eyes warmed, appreciating him. “I could. Maybe he can’t. Not at first, not until he works at it. That’s something to think about. Your job is important to you, your creative energy.”
DJ could imagine the songs he’d create in such a sexually frustrated state.Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please please please...
It would be a hit with the teens, getting a double shot of the covetedExplicitrating on the download sites.
“You’d like knowing he’s in that state, for you,” DJ said slowly.
“Yes. Very much.” That gray steel showed another flare of heat.
To win Roy’s approval for working that hard to please him would be worth a lot. Boys raised without fathers were prone to traps like that. DJ was self aware enough to know it was a weakness. But this wasn’t a trap. It was an offer, a reward. Something he found himself wanting to earn.
“I care for my subs, Dory.” Roy touched his mouth with a firm thumb, fingers whispering over DJ’s throat before he took the touch away. “Though I might want that kind of devotion, I wouldn’t ask that of them if it interferes with their career. But when we share time off together, I’d demand it.”
Roy hadn’t said he would seek that with DJ, but the very fact he volunteered the info made DJ think he’d made some headway.
Roy rose and took a seat in the chair, offering DJ a hand to help him stand in front of him. “Zip up your jeans.”
As he did, Roy gripped his hips, steadying him until he was sure DJ could stay upright on his own. Then he sat back, stretching his legs out on either side of DJ.
