Page 100 of Naughty Dreams
DJ cleared his throat as Roy’s gray eyes became more heated and intense. “Is it wrong that I’m imagining you in a biker cop uniform now? With calf boots and tight pants?”
“If it’s not wrong that I’m going to order you to strip and kneel for me. Forehead to the floor, wrists crossed over your raised ass. Right the fuck now.”
DJ’s breath shortened and he swayed, enough that Roy started to move toward him, but then he gripped the hem of his shirt and stripped it off, his lithe body flexing. He toed off his shoes and unzipped his jeans. As he pushed them down with his shorts, his cock was already starting to rise, and his gaze clung to Roy. He dropped to his knees.
“Lower your eyes, kid. You don’t have permission to look at me until I say.”
Roy’s instincts said to become more aggressive, more territorial, because that was what DJ needed, which meant Roy had zero argument with them. Being Roy’s submissive could give him the break he needed from all the shit in his head and aching in his heart.
He came close as DJ’s eyes shut and the kid put his hands behind his back, curving forward until his forehead touched the kitchen tiles. “This is my home turf, so I’m completely taking over. You understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Roy straddled that slim, bare body, bent and put a cuff around one wrist, clicking it closed before he took the other and did the same. DJ’s body twitched, and his breath rasped harder. Roy reached beneath him, stroked his balls, his perineum, squeezed his cock, and earned a small, pained groan, though he knew the pain wasn’t from his grip.
He dropped to one knee, his thigh pressed against DJ’s ass and balls, and gripped his hair, holding his head down. The kid seemed to like those gestures that emphasized a Master’s total control, and Roy liked them, too. Win-win.
“Tell me what you want from me, Dory. All the way down to the bottom of the well. Tell me what’s there.”
“To take me over. Don’t let me think. Help me hurt less…and more, in the right ways. You’re so gentle…I want that, but it scares me, too. To feel that much.”
“Yeah. It is scary. That’s why you’re going to feel that, so you know you can be scared with me, and I’ll take care of you. I’m in charge. Stand up.”
When he backed off so DJ could comply, Roy had a hand under his arm. The kid was shaking, harder than he’d ever seen him do during sex. Today had taken its toll, stepping back into the world again.
Roy dipped down, guided DJ’s arm over his back and folded him over his shoulder. He wrapped a hand around one thigh, thumb pressed against his balls. DJ made that soft whimper sound again as Roy lifted and carried him to the master bedroom.
His intimate space had a gray, black and white laminate wood floor, and white walls with black and white artwork. The bed spread looked like black and gray marble with traces of white, piled with silver and black pillows. The sheets were baby-soft cotton and a sheer white panel filled the space between the open but heavy light-blocking drapes.
A private space where Roy could take his ease. And his pleasures, though he’d brought few lovers here. DJ’s expression had flickered at Roy’s hint that he’d bring any sub here. He’d correct the notion later, but he liked that the kid felt a little jealous.
Roy put DJ on his back on the bed and stood between his bent knees, enjoying the arch of the body because of the cuffs at the small of his back. It was a high bed, so the soles of his feet barely brushed the floor.
Going to his nightstand, Roy withdrew a coil of black rope. As he considered his options, he stroked the nylon, giving DJ time to look. Then he returned to a spot beside DJ’s legs and dropped to a knee. He proceeded to wrap the rope around both of DJ’s thighs, then his calves. He left the knees alone so they could bend, and stayed above the ankles so they weren’t bone on bone. But when he tied it off, the kid was immobilized below the dick, while beautifully highlighting that arousal.
Roy slid his arms under his knees and through the space above his bent elbows, taking him off the bed and onto the floor, turning him onto his stomach. The foam-backed rug was soft and furry, so DJ’s cock wasn’t mashed against a hard floor. Those soft fibers would feel like feathers.
“Sit up on your knees, Dory.”
With DJ’s legs tied like that, he had to wriggle to obey. Roy took a seat in a chair to watch. And then to command.
“Come to me.”
It took DJ a few more seconds to figure out how to move on his knees with his thighs and calves bound, but when he did, the flexing of muscles, the movement of his cock, the overall effort he put into obeying his Master, with a little endearing self-consciousness but a whole lot of desire, was equally beautiful to watch.
Once he bade him stop the proper distance from him, Roy rose and removed his own clothes. He’d draped his jacket on a chair in the kitchen, so now he unfastened his cuffs and unbuttoned his shirt.
“Did I say you could look at me, Dory?”
Dory’s eyes flicked down, but his mouth tightened in disappointment. “You’re mean,” he muttered.
“I can be.” Roy shrugged out of the shirt, then the tank beneath. When he removed all the rest, his cock jutted up from between his thighs. Roy took hold of it, giving it a good stroke. Though DJ couldn’t look, he could figure out what he was doing. Roy stood close enough the temptation to look, to want to touch, would be hard to resist.
“Sir…” it was a whispered plea.
“Ssh. Be quiet. You can look. But stay still.”
Roy liberally applied the lube he’d pulled out of the nightstand while DJ watched with eyes glazed with lust.
