Chapter 7 #2
Dominic pulled his arms behind his back. Austin had to remind himself to struggle, even though every part of him wanted to give in. He twisted and strained to no avail. It was surprisingly hot knowing that he really couldn’t get out of this. Dominic could genuinely do anything to him.
Dominic knelt over him and ground his hard-on into the small of Austin’s back. Austin groaned, still struggling weakly against his grip.
“If only your fans could see you now,” Dominic said, his breath hot over Austin’s ear. “Not so tough after all.”
Austin gasped, hips bucking against the mattress. Then Dominic leaned harder against him, holding him frozen in place.
“Not that I need to hold you down,” Dominic continued. “You’ll do whatever I want. Won’t you?”
“Yeah,” Austin panted.
He tried to strain back against him. But Dominic was holding him down so thoroughly he couldn’t move. Austin had never felt so held in his life. He moaned again, helpless.
“My obedient little puppy,” Dominic said into his ear. “Want me to get those tight clothes off? They look sore.”
Austin nodded desperately against the sheets. He felt like he was burning up. He needed Dominic’s hands on his bare skin.
Dominic kissed the back of his neck. “What do you say?”
“Please,” Austin begged.
Dominic chuckled, low and dark. Then he sat back enough to get his hands under Austin’s chest and started yanking at his buttons. It took surprisingly little effort for the buttons to rip, and suddenly Dominic was pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the floor.
“Wanted to do that to you all night, back then,” Dominic explained. “You kept flexing.”
“Wanted you to notice me,” Austin mumbled into the sheets.
“It worked,” Dominic replied. He slid his hands down Austin’s crotch, pausing to squeeze him so tightly Austin whimpered. Then he undid his zipper, pulling Austin’s pants and boxers over his ass.
“What,” Austin said. “No ripping? You didn’t want to rip my pants off?”
“Didn’t need to rip these,” Dominic said. He palmed Austin’s ass, kneading the muscles Austin had done so many squats for. Then he pushed Austin’s knees up under him, which could barely pull apart with his pants halfway down his thighs.
Face down. Ass in the air. Just like Austin had imagined. But he wanted to see Dominic, so he started to push himself up on his elbows.
Dominic stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Down.”
He pushed. Austin went, the breath whooshing out of him as his cheek hit the mattress again. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, his breath coming fast and stuttering as Dominic knelt behind him, rubbing his clothed cock on Austin’s bare ass.
“Fuck,” Austin whispered. He turned to stare at Dominic, who was staring admiringly at Austin splayed out below him. “You’re gonna do it, right? You’re gonna fuck me?”
“If you’re good.”
Austin pushed back against him, only for Dominic to hold him still again. The pressure on his back made pleasure zap up his spine, hot and delicious.
“You made me wait,” Austin moaned. “Six months, Dominic. That’s foreplay enough.”
Dominic hummed. His hand dragged down Austin’s back, lower and lower until he trailed over Austin’s hole. Not pressing in yet, just stroking over it.
“Ask me,” Dominic said. “Like a good boy.”
Austin rubbed his head into the sheets. He was already sweating; he could feel it along his back and under his pits. He wanted Dominic so bad he could cry.
“Please, sir,” he said, cheeks burning. “Fuck me. Just like you would’ve fucked me that night.”
It was embarrassing. But Dominic made it worth it, as always. He reached up to grip Austin’s hair, fingers tangling in the short strands, and tugged so hard Austin saw stars.
“Did you have lube on you?” Dominic asked. “In case you teased me too much and I had to fuck you in that bar bathroom?”
Austin groaned, imagining it: Dominic’s big hand over his mouth to muffle his shouts as he fucked him against the door of a bathroom stall.
“No,” he said honestly.
Dominic grunted. “Guess it’s good I didn’t snap that night. You would have been sore.”
With that, he reached over to the nightstand and pulled the first drawer open. He found the lube without any assistance, and Austin’s cock throbbed as he imagined Dominic going through his things.
“Condom?” Dominic asked.
He wasn’t asking where they were, Austin realized. He was asking if he should wear one.
“I’m clean,” Austin said.
The drawer slid shut. Austin closed his eyes. When Dominic’s fingers touched his ass again, they were wet with lube.
Austin tried rocking back again. Dominic held him still, one hand on his hip as the other traced his hole.
“Poor puppy,” Dominic murmured. “So desperate for it, and no one will give it to you.”
Austin’s reply choked off in his throat as Dustin sunk two thick fingers inside him. It burned, but Austin didn’t care. He would have taken three without complaint if it meant Dominic was finally inside him.
“Gonna have to stretch you out thoroughly,” Dominic said. “Since you don’t get fucked much.”
Austin grinned deliriously. Of course, Dominic said things like “thoroughly” in bed.
“I have a toy,” he said, fighting the urge to push rock against Dominic’s huge fingers.
Dominic’s thrusting paused. Austin whined, unable to stop himself from pushing back this time. The burn was almost gone, and he wanted more.
“You’re going to let me watch that sometime,” Dominic said. Then there was a third finger inside him, stretching and scissoring. Almost clinical, if Austin thought about it. Like his only focus was making sure Austin was stretched for his cock.
Then his fingers grazed Austin’s prostate, and Austin moaned.
“There it is,” Dominic murmured. “You’re so sensitive.”
“Fuck me,” Austin begged again, doing his best to fuck himself on Dominic’s fingers only to be stopped by Dominic’s hand on his hip. “Please, sir. You said.”
“Only if you stay still, baby.”
Austin immediately forced himself to stop. Dominic squeezing his hip somehow made it harder. Sure, it was a physical setback. But Austin wanted to feel that resistance as he tried to rock back.
He didn’t let himself. He lay there, his ass in the air, his pants tight around his thighs, the sheets growing damp under his face as he panted hotly.
“Please,” he moaned. “Dominic. Sir. I know you want it, you can have it, whatever you want, please—”
He cut off with a gasp as something huge and blunt and hot pressed over his hole. Austin twisted to look. Sure enough, that big, beautiful cock was poised over his hole. Once again, Dominic hadn’t bothered to take his pants off. He’d just undone his zipper and taken himself out.
His dark eyes were almost all pupil as he stared down at Austin, meeting his gaze as he rubbed his cockhead over Austin’s hole.
“This is how I would’ve fucked you that night,” Dominic told him.
Then he shoved inside, filling Austin to the brim.