Page 116 of Naughty Dreams
“Okay.” Roy shed the shorts, his cock stretching out thick and ready. DJ’s lips were already parted and wet. The look Roy had seen plenty of times in a submissive’s eyes had him in a much stronger grip. Need wasn’t enough of a word to capture all of it.
“Keep your hands on your head. You do this at my pace.”
He fed his cock in between those clever lips. The bliss of that wet, heated mouth was something he relished. The suction, the lash of DJ’s tongue against his shaft, licking him in a strong spiral of sensation, sucking on the ridge, taking him deeper when Roy overlapped DJ’s laced fingers with his palm and pushed him down on him, was sheer fucking bliss. As was looking down the slope of DJ’s back, seeing that narrow ass flexing on his heels.
When Roy was ready, he was going to bend DJ over the hotel room desk and be balls deep inside of him. There was a mirror there, too, and he’d be able to watch his face, the helpless pleasure, while DJ would see the fierce possession on Roy’s.
He’d finish up with another belt lashing on DJ’s delectable ass before Roy gripped his cock and allowed him to come. DJ thrived on denial, and getting some punishment closer to theend seemed to center him. Roy liked knowing he'd left marks on his submissive, inside and out.
He tightened his grip on DJ’s hands as he pushed into his mouth, drew back. Pushed again, this time to the hilt. There was a little cough as Dory adjusted. Roy did the aggressive move sparingly. DJ needed to excel to feel balanced, but he didn’t get off on having a Dom making him gag over and over. It would overwhelm him, leaving him feeling used in the wrong way. Some subs enjoyed that. Dory didn’t.
But fuck, he did have a glorious mouth. Roy almost let him go too long, it felt too damn good. He forced himself to step back before another lash of that flexible tongue would have sent him over. Caught in the moment, Dory pushed against his hold on his wrists. He wanted to finish.
It was an effort to keep the strain out of his tone, but when Roy spoke, his voice was stern. “Go get my belt, Dory. And the lube I used last night. It’s by the bed.”
Roy watched DJ get to his feet. His cock was hard against his belly, balls tight. Roy let his gaze linger here, showing a Master’s proprietary appreciation. DJ’s gait was careful, the walk a little unsteady. Roy suppressed the desire to tackle him, drive him to his knees and fuck him like an animal.
He stepped out of the bathroom, watching DJ get the lube and coiled belt. When he turned toward Roy again, the lack of hair was a renewed surprise. It would take some getting used to.
Roy closed the distance between them and took the items from his hand. “Bend over the desk. Hands braced on the surface. Ass up.”
He applied the lube thoroughly, using two fingers inside to work it in. DJ’s breath was coming fast by the time he stopped. Roy moved away to wash his hands, and looked at the floor of the bathroom.
He stepped back to the threshold. “Before I fuck you, get the hair up.” He dipped his head toward the stack of napkins that had come with their dinner last night.
When DJ turned an incredulous stare to him, Roy bit back a feral grin. He gave DJ three seconds before he sharpened his tone. “Do I need to repeat myself, Dory?”
As they swapped spots, Roy moving to the desk to prop his hips there and watch, Dory took the handful of napkins into the bathroom. Dampening them and dropping to a knee to gather up the hair required him to claw back some lost coordination. Roy braced his hands on either side of himself, fully, immodestly aroused, watching his submissive perform the task, also naked and aroused.
DJ kept stealing glances of longing at him as he did it. When he missed a lock, Roy would point to it, proving his attention to detail didn’t suffer from his aroused state.
He could almost hear his submissive grinding his teeth. Roy kept his expression impassive. Expectant. Strict.You don’t fuck with me, kid.
DJ craved the sexual frustration. The tip of his cock glistened with his response.
When he was finished, he put the napkins full of hair in the trash, then turned to Roy expectantly. Roy pointed to the pillow he’d put in the center of the floor while DJ was working. A few feet away from Roy, a nonverbal direction.
DJ came and knelt on the pillow, putting laced hands behind his head and casting his eyes down to the floor, while keeping his back straight and chin up. Silently waiting on what his Master would demand next.
God damn.
Roy moved forward and stroked the short hair. “I’m pleased with you, Dory. I want to fuck you face to face, eye to eye.”
DJ swallowed. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Get on the bed now. On your back. Knees bent, feet braced. Leave me room to get between them.”
DJ laid on the bed and adjusted. Roy followed him, putting the belt aside but in reach. He positioned his knees between Dory’s feet, and moved them so DJ’s ankles were on Roy’s shoulders.
Dory trembled. Suddenly, he was looking anywhere but right at Roy.
“Dory,” Roy said patiently. “Put your hands over mine.”
DJ moved his hands down so he covered Roy’s, braced on either side of Dory’s waist. “It’s all right,” Roy said. “Talk to me.”
“It’s weird, all of a sudden. It feels like if I look at you, I can’t hide anywhere.”
“No, you can’t. You have to look at me, because that’s what I require of you. I’m not going to let you out of it. You want me inside you, you hold my gaze. Understand?”
