Page 90 of Naughty Dreams
Roy’s grip gentled. “Good boy.”
DJ pressed his forehead harder into the floor. “Don’t…” he choked. But then Roy was spanking him again, until his ass was seriously on fire, but he wanted him to keep going. And he did, until his cock convulsed and he spewed against the pillow, just as Roy had commanded him to do.
He was still shuddering from the aftershocks when Roy lifted him from the floor to the bed, putting him down on his stomach. He slid himself up behind DJ, pulling him to his knees.
Nothing but a Master’s demand now, not rushed, but no hesitation either. Lubricant went in, then Roy’s fingers, then Roy’s cock, stretching and pushing deep as DJ moaned, and his tears wet the sheets.
Roy kept stroking his cock, keeping it semi-hard as he set the pace he wanted. He was thorough, a deep pumping into DJ’s ass, a full claiming he matched with squeezes of DJ’s cock, so that when he finally came, DJ was nearly there again.
Roy dropped down on him as he released, pinning DJ to the bed with muscled heat, the best kind of weighted blanket, the damp skin and coarse chest hair pressed to DJ’s back.
DJ had to fumble to find coordination, but when he did, he covered Roy’s hand with his own. Roy allowed it, letting their fingers overlap. When he eventually rolled so they were on their sides, DJ was curled in the crescent of Roy’s body, just like the other night. Roy remained inside, snugging his hips up tight against DJ’s ass.
“Yes,” Roy murmured against his ear. “I’m going to play with your body until my dick gets hard again. Then I’m going to have you once more, while I wrap my hand around your cock and make you come, too. Your body is mine to control, DJ. I’m in control. Aren’t I?”
“Yes, Sir.” He shut his eyes tight and wrapped his fingers around Roy’s, pressed to DJ’s chest. Roy was rocking him, a slight movement, back and forth. It created a friction inside that shot little bursts of sensation through him. The rocking was also comforting.
“You know,” DJ managed, “In that first interview, you said your job wasn’t to save me from myself. What happened to that?”
“Maybe I'm not saving you from yourself. Maybe I'm just saving you for me.”
When DJ drifted off again, the darkness stayed away. Maybe because it knew Roy was out there watching.
Starting the next phase of his plan, Roy moved DJ to the stone cottage. It was a better spot for DJ, less echoing space and reminders of missing people.
When he’d come up with the idea for the road trip, Roy knew he’d have to wait a few weeks for DJ to be able to handle what Roy had in mind. His late-night visits had helped with that goal,since sex was the one thing consistently pulling DJ out of his head. Roy had no problem administering several doses of it a day if needed. Each time the kid reached for pleasure, and life, it bolstered his own resolve.
DJ still slept a lot, though. When he was awake, he sat on the patio near the fire pit, a blanket wrapped around him as he stared out at the forest.
During that time, Roy worked on logistics. Milton and his staff continued to impress, doing quiet, kind things for DJ while taking care of what Roy needed, in ways that acknowledged what he was trying to do.
He saw no evidence that the sudden obvious intimacy between their employer and his bodyguard was unexpected or of concern.
Moss came by to update DJ on Pete, Tal and Steve. Custom urns were being made for their ashes. Moss reminded him that Marjorie wanted to scatter them with him, when he was ready.
DJ nodded, but didn’t invite further conversation on the matter.
Moss and Roy had already discussed Roy’s plan, and Moss agreed with it. DJ’s calendar was cleared for the near future, the public told DJ was taking time to grieve and determine his future direction.
During his visit, Moss moved on from burial arrangements to easy reminiscences that recalled good things about the three men and their relationship with DJ. DJ responded to the tactic, even offering a half smile here and there.
However, after Moss left, the way DJ pulled back into himself, Roy thought it had also reminded him of all the good things in the future they wouldn’t be sharing. Sometimes there was no way to avoid aggravating an open wound.
It was time to pull the trigger.
Later in the day, he found DJ at the pool, which had become his preferred spot when he was not in the cottage. DJ was on the unicorn float, but fully clothed in T-shirt and jeans. He wore his sunglasses, the fedora tipped low on his brow as he floated around on the chlorinated water. When DJ was near the side, Roy pulled up a chair, leaned down and brought the float to him, putting his foot on it beside DJ’s arm. The toe of his polished shoe tucked under the kid’s ribs to keep him there.
DJ’s head turned in his direction. The thin line of his mouth and set of his chin confirmed he wasn’t in a good mood.
“I have something I have to do,” Roy told him. “I’ve arranged for us to have a road trip. We’ll leave in the morning. You’ll need to shower, shave and brush your teeth. Return to basic hygiene standards.”
“If I don’t?”
Roy bit back a grim smile at the expected attitude. “Despite that website you mentioned, washing your ass isn’t in my job description.”
DJ’s lips twisted. “What do you have to do that requires me to be clean?”
“You’re going to meet my mom. It’s her birthday.”
