Chapter 4 #3
Fuck, he was doing the hamster wheel thing, going over the exact same ground as if he was going to get a different answer to the same question. It drove him crazy when other people did that, and he despised it even more in himself.
Okay, fine then. Let’s try another approach.
He could step forward to be DJ’s tour guide tonight and test out how it would work.
If it was the wrong path, then it would be all the easier to call it a one-off tomorrow, saying he’d provided DJ advice without a change on the no he’d given DJ for more than that.
If it was the right path…
DJ had eased closer, looking for a different angle.
Roy had no doubt they’d discussed the boundaries for a session space with him, but the dreamy kid was so caught up in what he was seeing, he’d stepped over it.
G was paying attention to the crowd, looking for external threats, not the one from the Dom swinging the four foot long flogger.
Roy wasn’t close enough to stop it from catching DJ in the face, like a left to right slap across the cheekbone and eyes. The Dom pivoted when he felt the impact, and his eyes lasered onto DJ with the intent to burn. But before he could brand him with sharp words, three things happened.
First, he registered the kid’s dazed state. Second, the dungeon monitor closed in to reinforce the barrier. Third, Roy reached DJ’s side.
He put his hand on DJ’s lower back, the other on his chest and moved him back two steps as DJ’s gaze snapped to him. Roy gave the Master and the DM a thumbs up, “I’ve got it” move, allowing both to return to what they were doing.
Though Roy still wore the cheap eye mask, it wasn’t any more difficult for DJ to recognize him than it would have been for Roy to know him behind the intricate fox mask.
“Floor marker for the scene space boundary.” He pointed to it.
“Oh. Yeah. I knew that. I just…I didn’t look for it.”
Roy drew DJ over to an area that offered seating options to socialize and view the scenes from a distance.
He put himself into a padded, straight-backed chair, and pointed to the ground between his feet.
“Put your ass there and take a breath. You’re getting spaced out from all the stimulation.
Your back should be to me so you can keep watching. ”
DJ stared at him. All the previous things Roy had said to him were in the air between them, but when Roy curled his fingers around DJ’s wrist and tugged, those words dissolved and floated away.
DJ folded himself down in front of him, his throat working. His erection was inevitable from his surroundings, but Roy couldn’t help noticing that his command seemed to make it more noticeable. He also couldn’t stop the surge of possessive pleasure he felt as a result.
DJ dropped his butt to the floor, going Indian style. His shoulders pressed to the inside of Roy’s thighs. Roy laid his hand on one shoulder, under the collar of his shirt. His shirt.
“You stole this,” he said.
“I borrowed it.” DJ tilted his head down as Roy’s fingers whispered over his nape and played in the soft curls.
“Borrowing without asking is stealing.”
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 involuntary need 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 about if we 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 of those 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?”
“You to be my Master, like he is to him. Totally in control. Me trusting wherever you take us.” DJ’s fingers clenched, unclenched.
“You want to write some of those thoughts down, don’t you? Make it into music. But right now, I’m the one making music. Let’s confirm how willing you are to live up to what you say you want.”
Roy rose, and brought DJ up with him, holding onto the end of the belt, his closed hand resting on DJ’s clenched knuckles. He steadied him with his other hand, fingers wrapped around his elbow.
As he took him through the club, he saw DJ register his first experience of being looked at as a taken sub, under the control of a Master. Broadcasting the message “off limits.” The kid’s response to it, the energy vibrating from him, the heat, could have powered the club’s neon-lit dance floor.
Roy found a vacant private room, sanitized and ready for play.
It wasn’t intended for more elaborate scenes, but it had everything he needed.
A small bathroom, two chairs and some strategic hooks.
Plus a tray with bottles of water and snacks.
He stepped inside, the belt still gripped in his hand, and shut the door, giving G a nod before he did so. She’d take up a position nearby.
Roy untied the ribbons of DJ’s mask and took it off, stroking DJ’s curly hair back from those impossibly strong cheekbones. As DJ watched him with feverish yet wary eyes, Roy stepped behind him and removed the belt, rubbing his wrists. “Put your hands in front of you, wrists crossed again.”
He rebound them with the belt and unrolled a mat, after removing the white satin ribbon around it marked Clean. “Lie down, and put your arms over your head. You can bend your elbows to make it more comfortable on your shoulder.”