Page 44 of Naughty Dreams
When there was a pause, Roy blew on the back of his ear, intrigued by the gooseflesh that rippled over the kid’s shoulder. “I’m not going to laugh at anything you say, Dory. Tell me.”
“I’m naked. On my knees, pillows stuffed under me, so my ass is in the air, my chest on the bed, hands…over my head. Waiting. Waiting as long as my Master requires.”
Heady stuff for a Dom to hear coming from his sub’s lips, knowing how much DJ meant it. As Roy absorbed the visual, he had to quell the overwhelming desire to fuck DJ here and now.Andlater, when that treasure was presented to him, because it was his right to demand it at any time, and however often he desired.
“All right. Then that’s what you do. But arms out to your sides instead of behind your head, and put a sheet over yourself. I prefer to uncover you, and hotel air makes you cold.”
DJ routinely gave his bandmates and Moss a key card to his suite, even if they had their own rooms, but Roy had put a temporary end to that because of how easily room keys could be stolen. Only Roy or the members of his team watching DJ’s door had access.
Tonight, DJ wouldn’t have a roommate. But he would have a bedmate.
“My shift ends at midnight. Tell me again what your safeword is.”
“Eruption.”
“You really are a Van Halen fan. Whenever this is happening, I’m Sir. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” DJ’s expression had become serene. The kid was blissed out just from a conversation about submitting. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. You may piss me off between now and then, or I’ll wise up and think better of it.”
DJ’s fingers curled against the wall, and tension shimmered through his body. “Don’t,” he said hoarsely. “I mean, we can bullshit one another and tease, but for this, after you’ve put it out there…please don’t.”
“Okay. It’s okay.” Roy dropped a kiss on his shoulder, rubbing a sandpaper jaw against his skin, letting himself linger a few precious seconds. “Sorry, kid. I won’t. For tonight it’s for sure. You have my promise.”
The tension left the body pressed against his, and DJ’s eyes closed again.
Roy’s earpiece beeped. “Band’s gone and people have decided you went out another door,” G said. “It’s clearing out fast.”
“We’ll take the kitchen exit and the backup car parked there. Make sure it’s clear.”
“You got it.”
Roy backed up a step and had DJ turn. With a Master’s appraisal, he studied the slightly unfocused gaze, pursed mouth, bare chest and impressive erection under his jeans.
DJ was doing his own assessment, his gaze pinned down below Roy’s belt. He moistened his lips. “If you want me to go down on you, right here…I really want to. I know it’s not the same thing with you as that other time.”
“I know.” Roy touched his face, bringing his eyes back up. “But I want to claim your ass first, and that decision belongs to me. Right?”
“Yes, Sir.” DJ’s eyes became even more intent as Roy spoke. He seemed to suddenly realize he was trembling, and lookedsurprised at the strength of his own reaction. Roy gripped his shoulder.
“It’s okay. That’s normal. Someone recently shot at you. You just had a high energy performance. And your first real submissive experience is on the night’s schedule. It’s a lot for a sensitive guy.”
“Asshole.” But DJ’s expression was laced with quiet appreciation. He brought a hand up slowly, making sure it was okay before he gripped Roy’s wrist. “Thanks. Sir. Thanks for taking care of me.”
There were a lot of levels to that statement, and he saw all of them in DJ’s brown eyes. The force of Roy’s own reaction to it was unsettling, so he tamped it all down, and stepped back into his professional security role.
“You’re welcome. Let’s get you out of here.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
DJ had never been so distracted. They did the charity set, and then hung out for the obligatory meet and greet kind of stuff, but when Warren came into the swanky restaurant slash dance club to take over Roy’s shift, DJ noticed. His determination to cut the non-charity part of the evening short became his top priority. The fact Roy departed without even a significant glance at DJ made him even hotter. His Master, not needing to look at him to know he would do as he was told.
At least that was the song DJ’s fantasies wanted to play, so that was how he’d write it. Within a half hour, he had Warren escorting him back to his hotel room and bidding him good night.
When Roy had nixed the extra room cards, DJ had pushed back. Though everyone had their own room or suite, DJ gave his bandmates and Moss a standing invitation to crash in his space. They might just shoot the shit, watch movies or music videos. Sometimes it would be a mini-party involving band groupies or other invited friends. But often it was just the four of them. DJ wanted his bandmates to know they were always welcome in his space.
Except for tonight. Tonight he was all for the privacy.
