Page 27 of Naughty Dreams
DJ didn’t respond, and Roy didn’t pursue it. For now.
“I Feel Like I’m Drowning” by Two Feet was playing, the sultry beat and lyrics too close to home. Roy tightened his grip, then remembered it was the shoulder he’d fixed. As he eased his hold and traced the bones with his fingers, DJ’s chin and mouth moved toward his touch.
“You’re off shift. That’s why you’re here.”
“Yes. Pay attention,” Roy instructed. “There will be a test later.”
A half smile creased DJ’s profile, then the kid turned back toward the scene they’d left. The sub was writhing under the fall of the flogger, gasping, groaning. His cock jutted through the bottom opening of the cross. The Dom had bound him so he couldn’t rub against anything. His hips flexed with involuntaryneed until the Dom moved in front of him and made him be still with a brusque command.
Stop moving.
He traced his sub’s lips, his brow, put fingers in his mouth and let him suck before taking them away and playing the wet fingers along his sub’s erection. He collected fluid from the slit, using that and his sub’s mouth to further lubricate his hand for the grip he curled around him.
He stroked his balls with long fingers before giving them a hard tug. His sub groaned. “Please…”
“Did I tell you that you could speak?” the Dom demanded.
The sub shook his head. “No. Sorry, Master.”
His lips grazed his sub’s cheek, moving to the brow. “You’ll suck me off later to earn my forgiveness. But I’m not done playing with you. I’m going to keep you wanting for days, until you go insane with need, and will do anything to serve me. Absolutely anything.”
“I’m there now, Master. I’m there even when you don’t do anything to me at all.”
The sub’s longing couldn’t be mistaken for anything but what it was. Love and total devotion.
Roy leaned down and spoke against DJ’s ear. “Breathe, Dory.”
A little gasp escaped the kid, his shoulders twitching. Roy decided to play with all that sexual preoccupation. “Straighten your back and put your hands behind you, wrists crossed.”
Another quiver as DJ responded. Roy felt a matching tingle when DJ obeyed him.
“We have more to talk aboutifwe go down this road any further than tonight,” he instructed. “Which isn’t likely. But for whatever we do here, give me the safeword you’ll use if I start to do something you don’t want, or you need to slow down and talk about it first.”
DJ’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Eruption.”
Roy unbuckled his belt and slid it out of his jeans. His shoulder brushed DJ’s as he leaned over and wrapped the belt around his wrists, looping it between them once before putting the tail end on the floor. He moved his shoe onto it, so DJ knew he was pinned with a tether.
DJ started to turn his head again, but Roy anticipated him.
“No. Head up, back straight. You don’t look at or touch me without permission. Right now you don’t have it.”
DJ’s stillness kept the electricity arcing between them. While he stared at what was happening in front of them, Roy knew he had the full attention of his other senses. The power of it flooded him in the way he’d come here wanting and needing it to happen tonight.
Hell, DJ might give him everything he needed just from a psychological exercise on the floor between Roy’s knees, no sucking required. Though the thought of that wide mouth on his cock was a hard temptation to resist.
G was still where she was supposed to be, though courteously outside his and DJ’s peripheral view. She’d have their back.
Roy reached over DJ’s shoulder and caressed his chest. The kid had a nice one. Firm, with a gleaming pelt of hair that narrowed to a line between his rigid abdomen muscles. He petted it all the way to the waistband of the jeans and then followed the path back up, detouring over the nipples, coming back to his throat. DJ tipped his head back at the pressure, but kept his eyes forward as ordered. Roy expected the cross-legged position was rough on his erection, but discomfort was a useful thing.
“So what makes you the hardest, DJ? The sub’s dick? His naked quivering ass? The gleam of the lights on his skin, how he sucked on that finger? Or the Master’s control of all ofthose things? Don’t speak,” he added before DJ could muster an answer. “Your body language already answered me.”
It was the Master’s control of all things. DJ got off on the psychological elements. It was a good confirmation but not a surprise. Roy had already figured that out from the way DJ responded to certain things Roy said or didn’t say, the looks he gave him.
It complicated things. If DJ just liked the physical shit, it would be easier to behave the way he should as a client when the physical shit wasn’t happening. But if he could get hard from a look or a simple command issued from a Dom’s lips—from Roy’s lips—a lot of Roy’s job was issuing commands.
Either DJ would be the most attentive client he’d ever had, or the most problematic.
“If I went down this road with you, within boundaries I set, what would you most want, DJ?”
