Chapter 10 #4
He was fucking with his own head. He needed to go to the studio, do what his gut told him to do. But he was restless, tired and heartsick.
Fuck, had he done the right thing?
A rap of knuckles on his door, then it opened.
“My shift just ended,” Roy said. “G’s people are handling the door.”
“Oh…yeah.” DJ hadn’t had a clue what time it was.
When he straightened, he noted how Roy’s gaze followed the movement of his shoulders, and covered the slope of his chest. “It’s not just a stage thing. You don’t like wearing a shirt,” his bodyguard noted.
“Not unless it’s cold. Is that…okay?”
“Yes. Thank you for asking, Dory.”
Roy paused, letting the use of the nickname, what it was coming to mean between them, sink in. He waited to see how DJ would react. If he wanted what might be being offered. If he needed it.
Yes. And yes.
“Get off the bed and take the rest off, then kneel on the floor,” Roy said in a low rumble. “You’ll stay quiet and listen, until I tell you that you can talk.”
DJ had never realized his dick could get hard in half a nanosecond even when his head and heart were messed up. But Roy issued a command, a deliberate, sexy command, and he had to be careful getting off the bed, because his jeans no longer fit so loose.
He unzipped them and pushed them off with his underwear. No shoes or socks, so in that one movement, he stood before Roy without anything on. Roy’s eyes covered every inch.
“Are you forgetting what I told you to do, Dory?”
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” DJ dropped to his knees on a towel Roy had spread out there, sitting his bare ass on his heels. He couldn’t breathe, and the lack of oxygen felt good.
Roy waited so long to do anything else that, when he finally moved, DJ reacted with a jolt, as if the vibration of Roy’s tread had sent a shock through him.
“Lean forward, like when you’re writing in your notebook.”
When DJ complied, Roy’s fingertips slid over the curve of his spine, zigzagging between the vertebrae. His skin tingled, his testicles contracting against the floor, hard cock brushing his belly.
“You were writing in your notebook the first time I saw you,” Roy said conversationally. “I wanted to do just this, see you get all still, the way you are now.
When he reached the dip between DJ’s buttocks, he stroked that valley before drawing a crescent over the top of one buttock, then the other.
DJ felt a hint of nails. His other hand applied pressure to DJ’s nape, rocking him forward so Roy could slide his hand right under him.
It was done so smoothly, with such strength, the stillness inside expanded, silencing all the other voices.
On the outside, it might be his balls that Roy held, but inside, DJ felt like his soul was curled up in the palm of Roy’s sure hand.
“I talked to you about praise before. When you follow my commands, do you want me to tell you that I’m proud of you?” Roy leaned forward, whispered. “Tell you that you’re a good boy, a good man?”
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 his ass. 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.
“Oh, fuck…” He turned his head, looking for something, and found Roy’s braced arm, just barely within reach.
He pushed his forehead against it, and exposed the side of his neck, his pounding carotid, to Roy’s teeth and lips, the stroke of his tongue.
DJ’s hips jerked upward, and he groaned. “Hell…please…”
“Hold,” Roy said. There was a strain in his voice, as well as a calmness that gave DJ everything he wanted. A Master holding the reins, even as he revealed his fierce desire to see what his sub would give him, wanting more and more and more. Wanting all of him.
“You’ll ask permission, DJ. Your orgasms don’t belong to you, do they?”
“No…Sir. I’m trying. But I’m not you.” He quaked at the thought of Roy’s self-control.
Fuck, he might never get to climax. What was stranger, he wanted Roy to require that of him.
To demand that, as proof of…his devotion.
Roy wanted his devotion. To his desires, his command.
He wanted to immerse himself in DJ belonging to him.
DJ could leave the worries behind. Tal, all of it.
Roy moved his hand to the back of DJ’s neck, pressed his forehead to the floor and started to plow, long strokes that were not punishing but agonizing all the same, holding him at the screaming heights of pleasure.
“Now, Dory.”
He spurted into the towel as a whooshing gasp exploded from his lips, like he’d been holding his breath.
His hips jerked violently but his body was held in Roy’s strong grip.
The cry breaking from his throat was raw.
He wanted to feel Roy come too, so he tightened his muscles on that demanding cock.
Roy made an approving growl before he began to release, shoving against DJ, the two of them moving together.