Chapter 11
“I don’t see how this counts as a reward,” Austin panted into the sheets.
Dominic said nothing. He was too busy admiring, as he called it, which involved too much staring and not enough touching for Austin’s liking. He knew he looked good naked, but come on. Austin had been opening himself up on a dildo for ages. Dominic’s self-control had to snap sometime.
“I know the doctor said you couldn’t do any vigorous activities,” Austin began. Then the dildo he was sinking onto grazed his prostate, and he trailed off in a groan.
Dominic chuckled. He was standing next to the bed, fully clothed as Austin rocked back against a dildo that he’d stuck to the headboard.
“You know I did this because I didn’t have you to fuck me,” Austin reminded him. “Seems pretty pointless to do it n-now.”
“Not pointless,” Dominic argued, his tone deceptively light despite his burning gaze. “You’re doing it because I told you to. Now fuck yourself harder.”
Austin groaned. He never knew he was so into dirty talk until Dominic.
Then again, maybe he just liked people telling him what to do.
He definitely liked Dominic’s voice, deep and commanding even when he was doing something mundane, like ordering a sandwich.
Austin never knew a sandwich order could turn him on until he coaxed Dominic into ordering at a drive-thru after an awards show.
He picked up the pace, thrusting faster onto the dildo.
It was his favorite, thick and long and tapered so it slammed into his prostate on every pass.
If he was allowed to touch his cock, he could have already come.
But Dominic told him to keep his hands at his sides, so he’d been clenching the bedsheets while his cock bobbed helplessly between his legs.
Finally, Dominic touched him. It was on the small of his back, but it somehow felt like the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Dominic said, sliding his fingers over Austin’s sweat-slick spine. “Too bad nobody got to see you like this. Couldn’t ask them to fuck you like you wanted, hmm? Needed me to come along and coax it out of you.”
Austin huffed a strained laugh into the sheets.
When Dominic said that shit, it made him feel like he was a teenager again, embarrassed by someone seeing him naked.
He couldn’t even count how many people had seen him naked anymore, but there was something about Dominic seeing him like this that brought the old embarrassment back.
It made sense, he supposed. He was letting Dominic see things he’d never let anyone else see.
“Just fuck me already,” Austin said.
Dominic hummed again, resting his palm over Austin’s back as he rocked back against the dildo. “I don’t know. You don’t sound like you want it enough.”
“I want it,” Austin said, finally letting his desperation into his tone. Fuck dignity, he wanted to get nailed through the mattress. He pushed himself up on his elbows, craning his head toward Dominic.
“Come on,” he began. “Just—”
He cut off with a groan as Dominic slid his hand up to Austin’s shoulders and shoved him back down, mashing his cheek into the sheets.
“I told you not to move unless it was to fuck yourself,” Dominic said.
Austin writhed against his hold, electricity zapping up his spine as Dominic kept pushing him down.
“Yeah?” Austin said, rocking back harder against the dildo. “Gonna punish me?”
“Would you like that?”
Austin faltered. A dozen punishments flashed through his head, some pleasant, some less so. If Dominic didn’t fuck him soon, this would turn from teasing into genuine desperation, and not the fun kind.
“Uh,” Austin said.
“It’s okay, puppy.” Dominic cupped the bulge in his slacks. The anxiety flew from Austin’s brain as Dominic undid his fly.
“Get me wet,” Dominic said, pulling his cock out. “Do it well enough, and I’ll fuck you.”
“Okay,” Austin said, suddenly lightheaded. He wondered if he was allowed to turn his head for this, since it would be awkward otherwise. Then Dominic climbed up onto the bed, and everything became blissfully clear as he knelt in front of Austin, his big, hard cock so close Austin’s mouth watered.
Austin leaned up, getting his hands underneath him. Then he paused and looked up at Dominic questioningly.
“Go ahead,” Dominic said fondly. He pushed a hand into Austin’s short hair, scratching along his scalp. “But don’t stop fucking yourself. If you do, I won’t fuck you.”
Austin shivered. He pushed back against the dildo, moaning as it grazed his prostate yet again.
As he leaned forward, he latched his mouth around Dominic’s cock and sucked.
It took a minute, but eventually Austin fell into a rhythm.
He shoved back against the dildo and sucked Dominic’s cock until only the tip remained in his mouth, then leaned forward to ease the dildo almost all of the way out and sink Dominic’s cock into his throat.
It was hard. No pun intended. Everything in Austin wanted to go lax and let the pleasure wash over him.
But Dominic had told him to do something, and he was going to do it.
Especially with Dominic’s fingers rubbing warm circles against his scalp, his praises making Austin’s head light up in ways he didn’t know were possible.
“You feel perfect,” Dominic groaned. “God. Getting me so wet, baby.”
Austin gurgled. He kept instinctually trying to keep his spit under control, but Dominic had told him to get him wet. So, he was letting himself drool, spit dripping down his chin and trickling over Dominic’s balls.
He wanted to ask if this was enough. But the further he got into the rhythm—back onto the dildo, then forward onto Dominic’s cock—the harder it was to care.
That sweet fuzzy feeling took over his head, blocking out any other thoughts.
He wasn’t thinking about getting fucked anymore.
He wasn’t thinking about anything except what he’d been told to do, and that he was doing it well.
He didn’t know how long it had been when Dominic finally pulled him off his cock.
Austin made a confused noise, staring up at him with wet eyes.
He’d started crying at some point, unable to do anything else with Dominic’s cock in his throat.
He couldn’t remember when that happened, his tears mixing with the spit on his chin.
Dominic wiped a thumb through the mess and cleaned it on the sheets.
“Messy puppy,” he said breathlessly.
Austin thought he should say something to that. But his head was pleasantly fuzzy, his body oddly detached from any motor functions. But not in a scary way, like when he was way too high. This felt… quiet. Safe. Whatever happened, Dominic had him.
Dominic’s eyes softened. “Hey. You with me?”
Austin nodded. He had enough sense to think about Dominic’s stitches, the bandage stark white against his hairy chest. But if it was bothering Dominic, he didn’t seem to notice it. He was staring at Austin as if nothing mattered except Austin on his hands and knees in front of him.
“You can get off the dildo now,” Dominic told him.
Austin leaned forward. The dildo slid out slowly, and Austin’s hole clenched around nothing. Nothing in his ass, nothing in his mouth; he hadn’t realized how empty that felt.
“I’m going to move you how I want you,” Dominic said. “Okay?”
Austin nodded again. Honestly, that sounded fucking perfect. He wished Dominic would do that all the time.
Dominic pulled him up, then pushed him onto his back.
This was a surprise. Austin had expected Dominic to take him from behind, like last time.
But the way Dominic kept looking at him made him wonder if he wanted to watch Austin’s face while he fucked him.
Dominic’s dark eyes kept roving over his expression like he wanted to eat it.
Dominic took the dildo off the headboard and placed it on Austin’s nightstand, where it wobbled. Austin wanted to laugh, but then Dominic wiped his fingers over Austin’s wet chin and slid those fingers into his hole, and the laugh choked off in his throat.
“So wet and open for me,” Dominic said, pumping his fingers slowly in and out of Austin’s hole. “Is this what you thought about when you were fucking yourself on all those lonely nights?”
Austin’s chest heaved. He felt like he’d been working out for hours, his limbs watery, his head fuzzy and somehow blissfully clear all at once. It took him a few seconds to make his mouth work.
“Almost,” Austin said.
Dominic grinned. It was such a rare, beautiful sight that Austin’s breath caught in his throat. Then Dominic pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, and all that breath rushed out of him in a moan.
“What about this?” Dominic asked as he fucked into him. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yeah,” Austin managed, feeling drunk with it. “Yes, fuck, thank you.”
“Thank you, what?”
“Sir,” Austin blurted. “Thank you, sir.”
“Good,” Dominic whispered. He snapped his hips, and Austin couldn’t think of anything coherent for a while.
Everything blurred into heat and pressure, Dominic’s low voice at his ear, whispering things that made Austin fall apart even more.
He was barely aware of his own orgasm barreling toward him until Dominic’s hand brushed his cock as he was stroking down Austin’s belly.
That light touch was like an electric shock. Austin thrust up against Dominic’s touch, even though it was already gone.
“Please, sir,” he slurred. “Can I come?”
Dominic groaned, his thrusts speeding up. “Ask me again.”
“Please, sir, let me come.”
Dominic curled a hand around his cock. It only took two strokes before Austin started coming, his eyes rolling up and his brain whiting out as his orgasm crashed over him. Wave after wave of pleasure, until he wouldn’t have been able to tell he even had a body without Dominic on top of him.
“Shit,” Dominic whispered. “Austin.”
Then he stilled, his mouth opening against Austin’s neck as he spilled inside him. Austin got enough brainpower to wrap his arms around him, riding out the feeling of Dominic’s hips working in minute little thrusts until he finally sagged over him, boneless and spent.
For a while, the only sound in the room was the two of them breathing, chests rising and falling against each other. Austin was dimly aware of Dominic pulling out and collapsing on the pillow beside him.
Austin shuffled over, ignoring how much he wanted to sleep so he could examine the bandage on Dominic’s shoulder. No breakthrough bleeding, as far as he could see.
“How’re your stitches?” he asked, and blinked at how out of it he sounded.
Dominic slid an arm around his shoulders, dragging Austin down to the uninjured side of his chest. “They’re fine. Quit worrying, it’s just the job.”
Austin frowned. He was pretty sure getting stabbed wasn’t a huge part of being a bodyguard. This was the biggest injury any of his bodyguards had ever received on shift, even if it was shallow.
He wanted to press Dominic on it. But his eyes were sagging shut, and the way Dominic stroked his arm was as good as a lullaby. Or more accurately, as good as a tranquilizer.
Dominic’s chest hair was a comforting texture against his cheek. Austin rubbed against it like a cat and muttered, “Don’t know what I’d do if you got properly hurt.”
Dominic didn’t reply for a moment. Austin battled against sleep, waiting for Dominic to assure him it was all part of the job.
But Dominic kissed his hair, so tenderly it made Austin think he was already dreaming.
“I’m fine,” Dominic said against his forehead. “We both are.”
Austin touched the tape holding Dominic’s bandage in place. It was already fraying. Austin would change it in the morning. It was the least he could do.
There was something else he needed to say. But he was half asleep, and he didn’t want to sound pathetic, and Dominic had already done so much for him.
He said it anyway.
“Stay.”
Dominic didn’t respond. Austin didn’t expect him to. But he thought he heard Dominic say something before sleep finally dragged him under.
“You got it.”