Page 47 of Naughty Dreams
He shifted all the way on the bed, both knees on the inside of DJ’s as he leaned forward. Just as he had before, at the club, Roy slid his hands down DJ’s sides and back up several times. He cupped DJ’s narrow, tight butt and lifted it. Then his heated, wet mouth was on the sensitive rim.
DJ cried out, not expecting the explosion of sensation. He tried not to move, but didn’t know how to stop himself. Roy kept at it as DJ whimpered and writhed, his movements contained by Roy’s powerful hold. When Roy finally laid him back down on the pillows, he was panting. He heard the clink of the belt, the slide as it came free of the loops.
“I expect you to control yourself, DJ, no matter what. Until I tell you that you don’t have to control yourself. This is a reminder of that.”
Roy tapped him with the tongue of the belt, a few light slaps on his ass and thighs that revved up the muscles, the nerve endings. It made DJ very aware of how wide his legs were spread, and what that made accessible to the belt’s sting. Buthe resisted the urge to clamp them closed like a virgin on her wedding night and trembled, waiting for whatever his Master wanted.
Roy doubled it over and gave his ass a harder smack. The hotel had good soundproofing, but DJ had a feeling Roy was going to test it. At least DJ had a pillow to muffle his cries.
Another smack came. Then another. On five, DJ’s ass was on fire. On ten, he was thinking about using his safeword. But then he thought of how his jeans would feel against the marks. Maybe he wouldn’t wear underwear, even though there was no show.
And then, stupidly, he passed a point where he never wanted Roy to stop, no matter how much it hurt.
Fortunately, Roy was smarter than he was, and stopped around nineteen. He put his mouth on the heated, throbbing skin, and then put his tongue between DJ’s cheeks again. As he did, he reached between DJ’s legs to fondle and squeeze his balls, before gripping his cock in a hand that saidthis is mine.
“Yes…” DJ groaned. “Yes, it is.”
Roy hadn’t asked, but he’d given him the answer.
“I’m going to have your ass now, so that you know I’ve been there. You said it’s been a while, so I’m taking it slow. I’m not interested in causing you that kind of pain. I’m in charge. Agreed?”
“Yes, Sir. But it’s okay if it hurts a little at first. I like earning it.”
“Who’s in charge of the decisions, Dory?”
“You are. Just…giving helpful feedback.”
Roy grunted. DJ heard a zipper, a condom being unwrapped. The cool trickle in his rectum told him lube was going in. Roy’s fingers followed it to smooth it around, make sure he didn’t cause DJ the wrong kind of pain. A considerate lover.
DJ caught his lip in his teeth at the push past the tight rim. Sensation swirled across his buttocks, throbbed deep within that channel and made his balls contract. Heat washed over his skin.
Roy was in charge of his wellbeing, which included this. DJ’s chest and throat got even tighter at the thought, and weird tears stung his eyes.What the hell?
His earlier thought about father figures returned, and a surge of pushback came, a sudden churning in his gut. He didn’t understand the reason, any more than the tears, but it propelled the declaration out of his thick throat.
“At the club, you remember that one sub who was crying ‘Daddy, please, Daddy’ to his Dom? Over and over again. I won't call any man that.”
He sure as hell didn’t see Roy as his daddy.
Roy laid a hand on DJ’s nape. Soothed. "Maybe it isn't about calling someone Daddy. It's knowing what a father should be. What a Dom should be. Trusting that you can not only ask for that, but fuckingexpectit.”
DJ choked on a yearning noise as Roy produced that studded strap, reached beneath him and put a stranglehold on DJ’s dick with it. Then he guided himself to DJ’s opening, let him feel the head of his cock there.
Oh fuck. Oh God. Yes.
Roy tugged his hair, putting a hand back on his nape. “Relax. Deep breath. You can take me.”
Now that the desire for Roy’s big cock was facing the reality, DJ felt some trepidation. But Roy was patient. Excruciatingly so, pausing when DJ’s breath whistled out or he gasped softly at the invasion. Each time Roy asked if he should stop, DJ’s answer was an immediateno.
No, Sir.
When DJ walked out of this room—or tried to walk—he wanted to know Roy Bloodwell had been fully inside his body.Feeling how much Roy wanted that, too, made thenoeven more emphatic.
He was all the way in. When he bent and put his mouth between DJ’s shoulder blades, he began to move his hips. A stroke between the cheeks, through the rim, that blissful push-through friction, then back out. Slow movements, every one of them, Roy taking his time, maximizing the stimulation, building the pressure in DJ’s cock. A cock Roy had leashed until he decided it could be free.
DJ was pushing back against him, wanting him to thrust harder, even if it burned. He could handle it. He could handle him. But Roy still took an infuriatingly long time to ramp it up, until DJ was gasping to be fucked within an inch of his life, pleading without shame.
His Master chuckled with sensual appreciation, bit his throat, his shoulder. At long last, he began thrusting with aggressive intent. Reaching under DJ, he worked his stymied cock, torturing it, playing around the head, stroking the shaft.
