12 Aubie #2
I love it.
The audience leans forward in their seats.
Dominic, being the professional he is, grins and runs with it.
He drags the flogger over my erect dick and it jumps while I whimper and moan.
We’ve practiced all of this as part of the routine, but I’m not acting now.
I strain and writhe and twist against my bindings as the flogger explores my body.
And Dominic doesn’t hold back. He does everything short of actual penetration.
The audience is screaming their approval. The first sting of the leather on my ass causes me to throw back my head and moan loudly, my cock twitching and straining for attention.
They love it.
Dominic rolls the fob of the flogger down my back and crack, then over my shoulders and down my chest to come up under my cock. He raises it, staring into my eyes like he’s asserting his dominance.
“Please,” I adlib again.
His eyes are asking me if I’m sure. I nod. Please, yes, do it. I’ll drop to my knees and beg if I have to. I want it so badly. I know the blow won’t be hard?we practiced this too?but Dominic is still giving me an out.
“Please,” I mouth again.
I can almost feel the audience holding their breath.
He raises the flogger and brings it down across my pelvis. My body jerks while the head of my cock drips with precum.
All in time to the music.
The audience gasps their approval. Dominic reaches up and unfastens my hands. I drop to my knees at his feet and lower my head to him in gratitude. It plays great. As the last notes of the music fade, he reattaches the leash to my collar and raises me to my feet to lead me off the stage.
Izzy is waiting for us backstage. “Daryl wants to see you right now.” Dominic looks at me in question. I shrug and follow her.
“Damn it, Aubie, put on some pants.”
“You said right now,” I grin as I push past her in the narrow corridor.
“You’ve got pants in your hand. Put them on.”
“Fine,” I huff, pulling on the flimsy garment. “Sorry, my shirt is a goner.”
“Whatever,” she sighs. “Just get in there.”
“Brilliant!” Daryl greets when I enter his office. “I’d like to see more of you and Dominic together.”
I drop onto the couch and run my hand over the indigo leather. He didn’t skimp here. “I told Dominic he should strip, too.” I finally look up and meet his eyes. They’re harder in here; gone is the tipsy playboy I saw at Selena’s.
“You know what I mean,” he says.
Unfortunately, I do. I knew this would happen. “I hate to disappoint you, but Dominic doesn’t do solos.”
“He did tonight.”
“It was a one-off. Besides, we’ve already done this.”
“Nothing says you can’t do it again.”
“You know how I work, Daryl. One time for each routine. Dominic did this as a favor to me.”
“The crowd is still buzzing out there. Look at them.” He points to the screens at my back. I glance behind me. “I’ll bet you two pulled in thousands in tips.”
“Give my share to Dominic.”
Daryl looks frustrated. “At least think about doubling up with him again.”
“Maybe I will…with someone else. Like say…Daniel.” I could see myself bossing Daniel around. And I know he’d be down for it. Anything to get him out on the stage. I haven’t figured out his kink yet, but I will.
“I can work with that,” Daryl agrees.
I spread my arms over the back of the couch and lean back, taking him in. I shake my head.
“What?’ he asks.
“You. You’re like two different people. Here and away from here.”
I really see it now. Not just the hardening of his eyes, but his whole attitude. He’s got boss energy behind that desk. If I was into power trips, it would be a turn on, but my father ruined that for me.
“This is my business,” he states.
“No, I get it,” I assure him, sitting forward. “Gotta protect the livelihood.” I look around then stand up, suddenly feeling antsy. “I know you have work to do, so…later. But good talk, Daryl.”
“Think about what I said,” he replies.
I grin at him. “I’ll think about it.” When I get bored enough.
I slip out of the room and pull the door shut behind me, but when I turn around I run into a firm, warm body. Leather and soap tickle my nose.
My gaze travels up to meet a pair of espresso eyes. Well, well, well.
“This night just keeps getting better.”
Cutter.
Before he can move away or shut me off, I reach down and cup the bulge in his pants.
Fuck, he’s hard.
“Aubie,” he croaks.
I don’t know what gets into me when I’m around this man. He definitely stirs up the naughty in me.
And right now I want to kiss him.
Like more than anything.
I raise up and flick my tongue out for a tentative taste before pressing my lips to his.
Just a quick taste.
My mouth tingles.
My toes curl.
More.
Damn.
His lips are soft and I want to keep going. To burrow my tongue inside his mouth and breathe him into me. But I promised myself it would just be a quick taste, even though pulling back is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
“Mmm,” I moan with a lazy smile. “Delicious.”
His reaction surprises me. I expect disdain, maybe even shame. Certainly rejection. But he doesn’t push me away. Doesn’t make any move to gain distance or show a reaction. If anything, he looks like he’s in shock.
I hold his stare for a minute, just to see if I can tell what’s going on in his head. He can deny he wants me all night, but I can see the heat in his eyes. I felt the evidence in his pants. Maybe his brain is telling him no, but his body sure as hell is saying yes.
I can work with that.
He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. Don’t speak. If I hear that voice, I may start something I can’t stop, and this is not the place for that.
Besides, it’s no mystery what he’s going to say. “I know,” I tell him. “Fuck off, Aubie.”
It was just a moment.
One I’m having trouble moving past.
One I’m starting to realize I need more of.
I touch two fingers to my lips then press them over his heart, tracing them down his chest to his waist before withdrawing. “You know,” I say as I turn away. “That’s only going to work for so long, Cutter.”
Dominic is already dressed when I return to the dressing room. “Everything okay?” he asks as he zips up his bag.
“The usual,” I shrug. “Thanks for tonight.”
“No problem. You did a great job of acting out there.”
Who said I was acting?