Page 143 of Naughty Dreams
He wanted DJ’s shirt off, but this time he handled it himself, rather than issuing a command. He caressed DJ’s abdomen when he slipped the fleur-de-lis button, molding his palms to his shoulders as he pushed the shirt off of them. He turned toward Madison. “Would you mind?”
“Not at all.” She took it and folded it over her lap. With a teasing twinkle in her eye, she leaned over to DJ and whispered, “I promise not to run off and sell it on eBay.”
As Logan leaned against the wall next to her, his hand on her shoulder, thumb playing under her bra strap, Roy picked two lengths of rope off of the table where he’d laid out his whips and other needed items. Roy then directed DJ to the X frame, but accompanied him there, not making him walk by himself.
“Face the wall and grip the handles on the top pieces.” When DJ complied, Roy’s anticipation was evident in the tense set of the lips he brought close to DJ’s. As he rested a hand on the small of DJ’s back, he murmured words meant only for him. His gray eyes were suddenly luminescent, his heat and energy grabbing DJ’s full attention. It told DJ what had been banked inside his Master, waiting to consume DJ in this moment.
“The world wants to hear what comes out of your mouth. I want to hear your cries insidemymouth, while I taste you withmy tongue and teeth. I want to hear a song that’s only for me, when my cock is buried inside you.”
The man was throwing out verse ideas like candy for a kid, but he wouldn’t let DJ write them down. He wrapped the first rope around DJ’s wrist, and threaded it between two of his fingers, making an X on the top of his hand, before he secured it to the metal handle.
“You like the feeling of restraint,” his Master said.
“Yes, Sir.”
Roy moved to the other side, bound that one, then he stepped between DJ’s braced feet and nudged the back of his knee with his own. His thigh brushed DJ’s, his hip bone against his taut ass. “Shoulder width always, Dory. Unless I want them out wider. Until I tell you otherwise, I expect you to respond ‘Yes, Sir’ to anything I say to you.” He leaned in. “I should be able to hear the capitalSin your voice.”
Tingles shot down his spine and into his testicles, a feeling DJ instantly wanted more of.
“Yes, Sir.”
People were watching. He was used to crowds watching him sing. Not for this. Not for seeing him stripped and responding to the touch of a Master.
“Dory.” Roy’s hand was on his raised shoulder. “All right?”
He nodded, then remembered. “Yes, Sir. Just…nerves. Not bad ones, I don’t think.” His mask and changed appearance, the anonymity of it, was a buffer between him and those watching. It could turn this into a private song, just for the two of them.
“I don’t think so, either. This is going to sting some, but the point is sensation, not pain.”
“Will it leave marks?”
“Some redness. It’ll go away pretty quick.” He caressed DJ’s nape. “Do you want my marks on you?”
“I think so.”Always.He still thought about that first mark left on his buttock by Roy’s bruising pinch.
“I’d like to one day give you a massage like your masseur does, rubbing balm into the marks I’ve left on you.”
His voice was going to transform DJ into heated flame himself, setting him and the X frame on fire.
I become a pillar of fire for you
Let me hand you the lighter…match…torch…
Roy leaned against his body, solid erection against his ass. He put his hand in DJ’s pocket, stroking his testicles through denim before he pulled out the notebook, braced it against DJ’s bare back and clicked the pen.
“Tell me.”
God, DJ fucking loved him.
The surety of the revelation transcended every worry about time, reality and death, but because of its intensity, it still managed to pour salt into the wound of recent loss. His trembling increased. Roy slid his free arm around his chest, keeping the notebook against him with the pen. “Tell me, Dory,” he commanded.
DJ obeyed. At Roy’s significant pause, DJ wished he could see his reaction, but Roy didn’t give him that. Everything was Roy’s choice to give. DJ tried to stay still as Roy wrote, even though he really wanted to rub his ass against that other pillar, the steel one against his buttocks.
When he pushed pen and notebook back into DJ’s pocket, Roy gave his buttock a firm squeeze and moved into DJ’s peripheral vision, allowing him to see Roy pick up the six foot single tail. He pulled the tapered thong through his half-curled hand.
He did some test throws with the whip, swinging toward the wall to DJ’s left. DJ watched the way he set his feet, the graceful movement of his body. Logan made some kind of suggestion, a rumble of male voices that didn’t penetrate DJ’s absorption.
Roy changed the foot positioning and Logan nodded. It did something devastating to DJ, watching Roy take direction from another Dom. He would never be so proud that he wouldn’t accept help to care for his sub.
