Page 46 of Naughty Dreams
The mirror’s reflection gave him a view of Roy’s wide back, the tilt of his head as he watched DJ. DJ could also see himself lying there, ass in the air and naked. Roy must have slid the sheet off of DJ’s body. DJ visualized Roy uncovering him an inch at a time, his gaze lingering on every part of him, and he couldn’t draw a deep breath.
“If I wanted to strap your ass with my belt, DJ, how would you feel about that?” Roy’s voice was strong and even. In control.
“Like every time you wore that belt afterward, I’d get a hard-on seeing it.”
Roy’s lips tugged and he set the soda aside. He’d found a candy bar in the basket, and now he broke off a piece. His jaw moved as he worked it, making the chocolate melt on his tongueto be savored, rather than chewing it. DJ wanted to melt and be savored there, too. His fingers curved into the bedding.
“You need the bathroom before I get started?” Roy asked.
“Yes. Yes, Sir.”
“Take care of it, then.”
The size of his post-nap erection was worth showing off, but he was absurdly self-conscious as he rose. A rockstar who routinely flaunted his sexuality on stage, or opened his jeans for an eager stranger’s mouth. But walking into the bathroom under that penetrating gaze was different.
When he returned. Roy had another command for him. “Get back on it the way you were.”
Roy had added more pillows, putting his ass up even higher. His knees barely touched the mattress, and he had to strain to make contact with his elbows. The message it sent tightened DJ’s gut.
“Are you ready for the things I want to do to you?” Roy asked.
It reminded DJ of the line from “For Your Entertainment,”Can you handle what I’m ‘bout to do?
“I don’t know. I don’t know what you want. You can tell me. In great detail, if you like.”
Roy’s laugh was one DJ hadn’t heard before. Rich, deep. Husky. A bedroom laugh. “You and that smart mouth. I have plans for it, too. But first we’re going back over some ground rules, officially. You want us to do this when I’m off shift. You think that on shift, we can turn it on and off like a light switch.”
“Works for electricity, why not for us?”
Roy came and bent over DJ, his knee on the bed between DJ’s spread legs, his thigh pressing against his testicles. DJ drew in a harsh breath. “You’ll honor that promise, DJ. The first time I see you fail is when this is over. Because nothing, not how much you turn me on, how hard my dick gets just looking at you doingthe stupidest, simplest things, the fact I think about you when I go to bed, imagine you there with me?—”
“Oh hell…Roy…”
“Be quiet. I’m not done.”
DJ bit back the flood of words, tensing, but Roy’s reproof wasn’t angry or annoyed. Just patient. Relentless.
“None of that, as much of my imagination as you’ve claimed, holds even a spark against my desire to keep you safe. There’s a reason I do what I do, Dory. It’s the core of who I am, and I don’t compromise it, because I know it’s the right path. I don’t want you to answer me. I want you to think about it, and understand it. Then tell me when it’s gotten through. For us to go forward, you have to understand that it’s my call to end this, and be willing to accept that decision.”
The weight of his words, the pressure of Roy’s hand on him, added to the gravity of the request.It’s the core of who I am.He was trusting DJ not to disrespect that. Fuck with it. That was an important request.
At length, he nodded. “If I don’t fail, do I get a reward for the effort?”
A moment ago, he would have tossed that out there as a cocky comeback. The way it came out was different. Almost…needy.
“I know you like the adulation of the crowd,” Roy said, “but you’re not addicted to it. One on one, it makes you uncomfortable, a little embarrassed. You hide it well, but it’s in the eyes. The twitch here.”
Roy tapped his left hand. “The way you cut your eyes off and away when a fan tells you how much she adores you. But you like the performance part. Why is standing in front of a sea of people comfortable, desired, and in front of just one so difficult?”
“Because we’re all in it together, when I’m performing. Their energy is part of the performance. It’s not me alone doing the giving.”
“Hmm.” Roy put his hand on DJ’s buttocks. Stroking them with his knuckles, he probed the seam between. “Spread your legs out wider, DJ.”
When Roy cupped his balls, teased his perineum, DJ pressed his forehead against a lower pillow in the stack to stay still.
“No, you don’t care about adulation. But the sub in you wants praise. Needs it. So when you ask me for a reward, that’s what you’re seeking. Did you realize that?”
He hadn’t considered it that way, but Roy didn’t need his answer. It was a relief, to have Roy in his head like that. Roy caressed his back, and gripped DJ’s shoulders one at a time, testing muscle and tension.
