Chapter 19 #3
The woman was being beaten by a crop, but her Mistress, a formidable-looking biker chick in jeans, snug tank, and displaying lots of tattoos, alternated the impact toy with a long feather. She trailed it over her shoulders and buttocks, teasing her cunt between her spread legs.
The man’s skin was red, his body jerking against his bonds, though DJ noted he was tremendously aroused, and kept whispering, “More, please…”
The man’s Mistress appeared to be friends with the other Domme, since they were pulling toys from the same large canvas bag.
She wore latex pants and was topless. Her shimmering blond hair was piled up on her head, exposing a delicate neck.
She had pierced nipples, small breasts and the tattoo of a spider on her back.
Her submissive had a tattoo of a web on his.
A place for her to spin.
The pain never ends.
Don’t stop.
It was a staticky radio station, going in and out. “Roy, I’m getting a little…”
Lightheaded, overwhelmed. He didn’t want to appear weak, but Roy seemed to understand what was going on.
He routed DJ to one of the communal seating areas, and pulled two chairs off to the side, a message they weren’t socializing, but regrouping.
Roy obtained water and a candy bar from the nearby snack area, similar to the one below.
He pulled his chair around so they were facing each other, DJ’s knee pressed to the inside of his, and cracked open the bottle before he handed it over. “Drink some of that, and take a breath. This might have been too much.”
DJ shook his head. “No, it’s not. Remember, I got this way at The Zone. I’m a kink wimp, apparently.”
“No, you’re sensitive. You pull in everything. That’s not a bad thing for this. I just need to anticipate it and give you breaks at the right times.”
Roy opened the candy bar and broke himself off a piece before handing the larger part to DJ. The gesture closed up his throat and made his chest tight.
“Lonnie loved cookies. Steve told the caterers at one of our rehearsal sites to bring a dozen just for her. On his birthday, she gave him a card that said, “I love you so much I’d give you the bigger half of my cookie.”
“Good definition of love.” Roy gestured with his smaller portion. “But don’t read anything into it. It’s not my favorite candy bar, and you need the sugar boost.”
DJ snorted, a weak, snuffling sound. He ate the candy and took some sips of water. As clarity returned, he wanted to smack himself for his self-absorption. He’d paid zero attention to Roy’s reaction to the scenes, to get more insight into what his Dom liked. But he could just ask, right?
“The stuff we’re seeing tonight, what turns your gears?”
“I’m pretty basic. I just want a sub to suck my dick or bend over on command without giving me attitude. Oh, and keep my house clean.”
Well, shit. He failed on all counts. How could Roy—
He looked up. While Roy’s steel gaze was concerned and caring, there was also teasing there. “You know, it’s mean to pick on someone whose brain is scrambled like a plate of eggs.”
“If I had to wait for your brain to be unscrambled, I’d never get to pick on you at all.”
“Asshole.”
Humor ghosted through Roy’s eyes. “I like seeing what you like. And then I’ll really like figuring out how that can work for both of us.”
“What if I like something that’s a hard no for you? And don’t say that shit about other Doms again, like you did this morning. That’s a hard no for me.”
When Roy’s expression heated, DJ made a mental note to let his Master know how exclusive he wanted to be more often. He liked the look he got when he did, especially when Roy didn’t let his practical side back away from it.
“There are plenty of sweets in this candy shop. I don’t think we’ll run out of ones we both like.
” Roy put his hands on DJ’s thighs and ran them right up to the top, thumbs pressed against his balls, fingers curved over the thighs.
When he stroked him with such blatant intent, DJ was glad he’d finished the candy.
Nothing broke the mood like the need for the Heimlich maneuver, though he had the comfort of being certain Roy knew how to do it.
He could save DJ in a variety of ways. That was a good thing in a man. But DJ wanted to be there for him, too. Meeting Roy’s mother, finding out about his brother, his relationship with his father, the ups and downs of his own life, had only strengthened the urge.
If there was something DJ could save him from, he wanted to do that. He wanted to be his hero, the way Roy was to him.
Saying that out loud was sure to horribly embarrass them both, but it didn’t make it less true.
He was just glad to uncover the brightness of that desire enough to know it hadn’t been extinguished by grief.
Was it evidence that he was finding his way back?
Or was it just that this environment was holding it at bay?
“I wish I knew when we leave here tonight, I’ll be able to hold onto this feeling.”
“You’ll be able to access it. But there’s no schedule for this shit.
” Roy gave him his steady look. “Calling Moss the other night meant you’re ready to start moving forward, because you’re smart enough to know suffering doesn’t get better any other way.
But it’s like a soft tissue injury, times a million.
It’s going to need a lot of time to heal.
You’ll have good days and bad days. Lean when you need it, and those who love you will be there. ”
DJ took another swallow of water. “I get it, but I don’t really want to go there in my head right now.”
“All right. Tell me what you liked.”
“I bet you already know, just from watching me.”
“Who said I was watching you?”
“Because you better be. I pay you to.”
Roy shot him the “I am going to beat your ass” look, which DJ answered with a quick grin, but followed it up with a serious response.
“I really want to know. When it comes to me, and this stuff, I see things better through your eyes. I also like knowing you’re paying attention, for the reason you just said. ”
“Okay.” Roy sat back and considered. “It wasn’t one thing. Being in the pool matters more to you than swimming. You like being taken over by someone you trust, Dory. You want me in control.
“When I tell you to kneel, to do something because I’m your Master, you get in the zone immediately. It makes your dick hard and you want a hundred things. You’re not entirely sure what, but it’s not in the extreme red zone. It’s just what reinforces the hold I have upon you.”
He reached out, almost casually, and closed his hand on DJ’s shoulder, pressing into the shoulder muscle with two strong fingers. The pinching hurt a little, but the focus it created spun out like a silken rope, binding him closer to Roy’s will. Everything disappeared except Roy.
“Master. Sir.” The words came forth without conscious thought. Roy had called him with a single touch, and DJ was answering the way his gut told him to.
“Yes, Dory. I’m here.” Roy tugged, and DJ slid to the floor between Roy’s knees. He put his ass on the ground, one knee up and foot braced, the other folded under his backside. Roy guided his arm over Roy’s thigh, permission for him to have that contact.
DJ put his cheek on his leg as Roy stroked his nape and down, warm palm sliding into the back of his loose shirt, caressing every inch of flesh he found there. He pulled it off DJ’s shoulder, bent down and kissed the point of bone, the base of his neck, breath hot and moist.
DJ’s shoulder was pressed between Roy’s legs, so he felt the erection, but his Master didn’t want him to do anything yet. He was just here, on his knees, waiting for his order. Waiting to take care of him.
“I don’t always want it to be about you taking care of me,” DJ murmured.
“It won’t be. And it hasn’t been. You need my gentler side right now. I’ll kick your ass when the time comes. Count on it.”
Which was still taking care of him, but DJ didn’t need to press the point. He’d do it with action, not words, whenever the opportunity presented itself.
A man was going down on another man only a few feet away.
They were in a similar position to him and Roy, the Dom seated, the sub in between his knees, bare ass pressing into his heels.
It was the two men he’d seen earlier, the naked sub with the caged cock.
The leash attached to his collar was still wrapped around the Dom’s thick wrist.
When DJ lifted his gaze, the Dom was watching him, a black man with broad shoulders and cropped gray hair.
He wore a light gray suit with a black tie, and black and white oxfords.
He’d opened his slacks only the amount needed to have his sub service him, and DJ heard him murmur a sensual threat of what would happen if his sub allowed a single drop of his intended release get on the slacks.
Because of his copper face mask and shadows, DJ couldn’t tell if the Dom knew he was staring, but DJ still respectfully turned his attention away, and back to his Master.
“Ready to look at some more?” Roy asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
Every time he called him that when things were so intense, DJ saw that lust-driven flicker in Roy’s gaze.
Roy wanted DJ to belong to him as much as DJ wanted that, too.
He wasn’t just a selfish asshole taking advantage of Roy’s seemingly endless care and protection.
DJ was giving his Master what he needed, too.
Just as he wanted to do.
As they moved out of the communal area, they were intercepted by a man with blond hair pulled back in a tail and bright brown eyes, topped by silky brows.
His bare upper torso was toned muscle and pale skin.
Snug black shorts showed an impressive package.
The only other thing he wore, punk style boots, were decorated with chains and silver buckles.
“It’s so good to see you, Master.” The tone of voice and look in his eyes held emotions far deeper than courtesy.