Page 136 of Naughty Dreams
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’sreaction 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’smother, 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.”
