Page 68 of Naughty Dreams
Even with the lovers who’d gotten deep enough to hurt or disappoint him, DJ hadn’t taken risks with his feelings like that. But Roy’s tone said for this to continue, he had to open that door.
“Long as you’re not making fun of me, man. Yeah.”
Roy’s grasp on his neck tightened. He folded DJ all the way over, his own body now curved over him, pinning him down. He rolled DJ’s testicles in his palm, fingers squeezing, thumb stroking the perineum. DJ groaned at the wave of sensation that expanded from that point and made a tight coil within the crescent shape of his body.
“I will never, ever make fun of you, Dory. That’s a promise. If I get pissed at you, it will be a man’s anger toward another man. I’ll keep saying this, showing you this, until you believe it. When you’re my submissive, I’ll cherish your feelings, protect them, the way I protect you. Even if you stop being my submissive, that will be true, but it will be especially true then.”
“You promise?”
The words were out before he could think about how they sounded, too needy, too much. But DJ earned a reward for the honesty, Roy pressing his mouth to his shoulder, his breath a soft feather there. “I promise.”
“May I ask a favor?”
“You can ask.”
“Don’t tell me I did the right thing. With Tal. Not when I know Tal’s feeling the way he’s feeling right now. When you…praise me, I want to feel good about it.”
Roy eased his hold, moving his hand to DJ’s curved back. DJ could almost hear him thinking, all while DJ stayed silent, waiting for his Master’s will, his decision on DJ’s request.
What was that Brad Paisley song? “Waiting on a Woman.” There needed to be an edgy, cock-hardening version of it. “Waiting on a Master.”
“No,” Roy said at last. “I’m going to tell you that you did the right thing, DJ. No matter how it turns out, you sent him the right message.”
“He thinks I’m trying to cut him loose, because he’s too much of a liability. That I’m abandoning him.”
He knew what that felt like. He couldn’t bear for Tal to feel it because of something DJ had done.
“What you did was the opposite of abandonment. You’ll stand by him, no matter what shit he has to go through. You’ll write it down for him, post it on his wall at rehab, tattoo it on his ass if needed.”
Relief spread through DJ at the truth of it. “Yeah. Okay.”
“I want you out of your head and in the present. Stretch out on your stomach, hands laced behind your head, legs spread to shoulder width. I’m going to check out what you’re giving me.”
When he’d obeyed and was stretched out flat, his erection was pressed against the towel, his sensitive nipples and cheek to the carpet. Then DJ began to suffer from pleasure in a way he’d never experienced.
Roy started the way he always did, the foreplay that DJ was learning to anticipate and love. He stroked his arms and shoulders, hands sweeping along his sides, to his hips, over hisass. Then he became even more thorough. Inner thighs, knees, calves, ankles and feet.
Roy demanded the release of any tension, his fingers as Dominant as the rest of him. Then he did the whole route again, only this time he found every erogenous center DJ had. His body ached, screamed for more, screamed to stay like this and just let Roy keep doing it for all eternity. He didn’t have to do anything but submit.
He'd never trusted enough to do that. Never been with a lover that demanded it, that DJ believed would cherish him the way Roy had said. He believed Roy would protect that gift, just as he’d said. The same way he’d protect him.
It wasn’t just a contract. It was an oath.
Roy gripped his hips and brought him to his knees. “Stay on your elbows, kid.”
A crackling sound as he unwrapped a condom. Then coolness and a fragrant smell, and Roy had a lubricated finger inside of him, no nonsense, no rush, which just made DJ shudder more. He grunted as Roy stretched him.
“You really do have a tight ass.”
“Please…”
“I like that begging note.” Clothing rustled and a zipper made its ticking sound as Roy freed his cock. Then he wrapped a powerful arm over DJ’s chest, and he settled, his thighs on the inside of DJ’s while his cock invaded and stretched DJ’s ass. When it was seated, his buttocks were intimately nestled against Roy’s pelvis.
His Master’s impressive stomach muscles flexed against his back, the coarseness of his chest hair brushing DJ’s sensitive skin. The flesh-coated steel of his biceps pressed against DJ’s side.
“Good,” Roy murmured, his mouth touching DJ’s neck. He nuzzled his hair. “You feel good, Dory.”
He began to move, a slow push in and retreat, strokes that made DJ shudder. He hit the right place inside on every pass, sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less, holding DJ on the cusp of climax, taking him nearly over the edge, then pulling him back, back and forth, until the pressure to orgasm was so strong his brain cells were going to melt down and his heart hammer through his chest under Roy’s palm.
