Page 137 of Naughty Dreams
“I bet you already know, just from watching me.”
“Who said I was watching you?”
“Because you better be. I pay you to.”
Roy shot him the “I am going to beat your ass” look, which DJ answered with a quick grin, but followed it up with a serious response. “I really want to know. When it comes to me, and this stuff, I see things better through your eyes. I also like knowing you’re paying attention, for the reason you just said.”
“Okay.” Roy sat back and considered. “It wasn’t one thing. Being in the pool matters more to you than swimming. You like being taken over by someone you trust, Dory. You want me in control.
“When I tell you to kneel, to do something because I’m your Master, you get in the zone immediately. It makes your dick hard and you want a hundred things. You’re not entirely sure what, but it’s not in the extreme red zone. It’s just what reinforces the hold I have upon you.”
He reached out, almost casually, and closed his hand on DJ’s shoulder, pressing into the shoulder muscle with two strong fingers. The pinching hurt a little, but the focus it created spun out like a silken rope, binding him closer to Roy’s will. Everything disappeared except Roy.
“Master. Sir.” The words came forth without conscious thought. Roy had called him with a single touch, and DJ was answering the way his gut told him to.
“Yes, Dory. I’m here.” Roy tugged, and DJ slid to the floor between Roy’s knees. He put his ass on the ground, one knee up and foot braced, the other folded under his backside. Roy guided his arm over Roy’s thigh, permission for him to have that contact.
DJ put his cheek on his leg as Roy stroked his nape and down, warm palm sliding into the back of his loose shirt, caressing every inch of flesh he found there. He pulled it off DJ’s shoulder, bent down and kissed the point of bone, the base of his neck, breath hot and moist.
DJ’s shoulder was pressed between Roy’s legs, so he felt the erection, but his Master didn’t want him to do anything yet. He was just here, on his knees, waiting for his order. Waiting to take care of him.
“I don’t always want it to be about you taking care of me,” DJ murmured.
“It won’t be. And it hasn’t been. You need my gentler side right now. I’ll kick your ass when the time comes. Count on it.”
Which was still taking care of him, but DJ didn’t need to press the point. He’d do it with action, not words, whenever the opportunity presented itself.
A man was going down on another man only a few feet away. They were in a similar position to him and Roy, the Dom seated, the sub in between his knees, bare ass pressing into his heels. It was the two men he’d seen earlier, the naked sub with the caged cock. The leash attached to his collar was still wrapped around the Dom’s thick wrist.
When DJ lifted his gaze, the Dom was watching him, a black man with broad shoulders and cropped gray hair. He wore a light gray suit with a black tie, and black and white oxfords. He’d opened his slacks only the amount needed to have his sub service him, and DJ heard him murmur a sensual threat of what would happen if his sub allowed a single drop of his intended release get on the slacks.
Because of his copper face mask and shadows, DJ couldn’t tell if the Dom knew he was staring, but DJ still respectfully turned his attention away, and back to his Master.
“Ready to look at some more?” Roy asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
Every time he called him that when things were so intense, DJ saw that lust-driven flicker in Roy’s gaze. Roy wanted DJ to belong to him as much as DJ wanted that, too. He wasn’t just a selfish asshole taking advantage of Roy’s seemingly endless care and protection. DJ was giving his Master what he needed, too.
Just as he wanted to do.
As they moved out of the communal area, they were intercepted by a man with blond hair pulled back in a tail and bright brown eyes, topped by silky brows. His bare upper torso was toned muscle and pale skin. Snug black shorts showed an impressive package. The only other thing he wore, punk style boots, were decorated with chains and silver buckles.
“It’s so good to see you, Master.” The tone of voice and look in his eyes held emotions far deeper than courtesy.
“Thank you, Alan. It’s good to see you again.”
“Are you looking to play tonight?”
Roy’s hand closed on DJ’s arm. “I’m here with someone.”
Alan’s gaze shifted between them. Gut-level disappointment crossed his face before he dipped his head in apology. “Oh, of course. I’m so sorry.”
“Not a problem. I remember attention to detail was a stumbling block for you.” Roy’s reserved smile offered the right mix of reproof and kindness.
“Still is.” Alan took a step back, not just physically. He knocked down the sexual siren call he’d been broadcasting, which was good, because DJ had been about to tell him to open his eyes and get a fucking clue.
And by the way, don’t ever call him Master again.
