Dominque (Knights to Remember) (13 page)

“Still?” Jacob sighed, and then the door shifted closed a little bit. “Are you kneeling again?”

Dominque paused for a couple of long seconds. “Yes. And?”

Jacob growled a little, then stepped back. “Put something on and be quick about it.”

“Yes…
Sir
.” Dominque said it with a touch of venom, but as soon as it came out, he felt a spike of energy run through him.

“Dominque… don’t.” Jacob’s voice was gruffer and throatier than Dominque had heard before. “Don’t offer me that title when you don’t mean it.”

“Then don’t call me
Boy
when
you
don’t mean it.”

“I haven't…” Jacob stopped, and then huffed loudly. “Fine!”

Dominque threw on one of the hotel’s dressing gowns, quickly wiping himself down on a towel and sitting on the bed before calling out to Jacob. “Okay, I'm decent.”

Jacob walked out of the bathroom wearing just a towel, looking delicious and with such a stern frown on his handsome face Dominque dropped his eyes. “This is going to be a long week, Dominque. Very long.” Jacob ran his fingertips down his spine and Dominque moaned softly. “The next time you call me sir, you’ll mean it, and you’ll be willing to accept the consequences of asking for me in that way. Understand?”

“Yes, Jacob.”

Jacob leaned down, placing his hand on Dominque’s knee, slowly running it up his thigh underneath the gown until he was rolling his thumb so close to Dominque’s balls he itched to move away, or move closer—Dominque wasn’t sure which. “I want you, Dominque. I want you a lot, and in a way I've never wanted anyone. It’s taking every bit of strength I have inside me to not throw you back on this bed and take hours… days proving how much I crave your touch.”

He brushed his lips over Dominque’s forehead, making him breathe faster, and he was still unable to look into Jacob’s eyes. “I’ve waited a long time for you, Dominque. I’ve spent years of my life dreaming about meeting you, and now I have you in my grasp, there’s nothing anyone can do to separate you from me. I’ve been patient, but don’t test that too much. I’m a man who’s spent a lifetime fantasising about you, and I need a lifetime to share those with you.”

Jacob tilted Dominque’s head back. “Look at me, Dominque.”

He raised his eyes and looked into the bright green ones of Jacob, causing his heart to beat so fast he thought he may faint, his cock rising up against the heavy gown despite that.

“You're mine. You’ve
always
been mine, and you
always
will be. You just don’t know it yet.” Jacob smiled softly, running his thumb over Dominque’s mouth. “I'm going to have fun showing you how much you belong to me. You’re never leaving. You won't want to.” He bent down and kissed his forehead again.

Dominque leaned back, panting against his palm, bringing his knees up to his chest and trying to hide how much those words affected his cock.

“Jacob… you… stalker!!” He jumped into action, spinning around, crawling over the mattress and standing on the other side of the bed, keeping six feet of silk bedding between them. “Have you been watching me? What do you mean you’ve always wanted me? That you’ve been waiting for me? Have you been lying about everything?”

Jacob laughed, bending over and catching his breath. “You're so sweet. I'm not a stalker. I have been lying though. I think it’s important you realise that before we share this bed tonight. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Right from the first time I saw your profile picture.”

Jacob moved around the bed, slowly dragging the heavy drapes through his fingers as he passed the bottom posts.

Dominque shuffled away, pressing his back against the wall, trying to hide behind the expensive silk curtain wrapped around the mahogany post.

“That’s why I said no to you. That’s why I didn’t want to meet you.” Jacob was walking down his side of the bed now, so Dominque jumped on it, crawling onto the middle of the mattress and holding his dressing gown to his chest. “I knew you were the one.” Jacob kneeled on the edge of the bed, inching closer as he spoke. “You were the one I'd been waiting for.”

He grabbed Dominque’s ankle when he moved to escape on the other side, making him screech as he was pulled to a halt, lying face first on the bed, Jacob crawling over him, the heavy weight of him pressing Dominque into the silk sheets, hot breath on his neck as Jacob whispered to him.

“I thought there wasn’t a man alive who could live up to my expectations, and then I saw you and my whole universe collapsed on itself. Dominque, you
are
mine. Your very existence in this world is to be with me. You were
born
to be mine.” He kissed the back of Dominque’s neck. “I’m surer of that than the sun will rise in the morning. You just need time to catch up. But remember, Dominque, no matter what happens, no matter what you do from this point onwards, no matter how hard you fight this—It. Will. Change. Nothing.”

Dominque was about to pass out, he was sure of it, and then, before he could think of a response—if indeed he would ever think of one good enough—Jacob moved away from him, dropping the white towel he was barely wearing to the floor and walking to his suitcase forgotten by the sofa.

“I'm going for the evening meal. If you're too tired, or if you need time to process what just happened, then I'm sure no one will mind if you catch an early night.” He pulled out a pair of black jeans, slipping his legs into them, not bothering with shorts and making Dominque feel even fainter by knowing there was only that piece of material between him and Jacob’s glorious cock. He turned back to face the bed, slowing buttoning them up as he scrutinized every inch of Dominque. “How do you feel? Hungry? Tired?”

“Confused mainly, I would say,” Dominque whispered, trying and failing not to gawk at Jacob’s hot body. The man looked good, and those tight black jeans were riding so low he could see the curve of his pert arse.

Christ, Dominque needed a cold shower. He found his eyes resting on Jacob’s chest, controlling his breathing and trying not to think about all the sexual things he wanted to do with him right then. “I am hungry.”

Jacob laughed, the sound vibrating across the room and making Dominque shiver. “Hungry for what?”

Dominque lifted his gaze upward, eventually reaching Jacob’s green eyes, and holding the look as he felt the tug between them growing stronger. “I can't give you what you want.”

Jacob smiled softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking Dominque’s ankle. “In time you will do. But I don’t just want you as a sub. I want so much from you. Before I knew you, I didn’t dare hope to ask for what I wanted, but now I know you can fulfil every need I want from a partner.”

“You lied.”

“I had to. First, it was because I needed the lie, then I knew to get you here, to keep you close, I had to lie. But that will be the last lie you hear from my lips, I promise you. I'm here to gain your trust. By continuing with this charade, I knew it would only hinder things later. I wanted to be honest, perhaps if we weren’t forced to be in such close quarters I would be able to contain myself for longer, but having you here… Dominque, I can barely hold in the hunger I have for you.”

He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Dominque’s slim ankle before whispering against his skin. “Do you forgive my lie?”

“Yes.” Dominque moaned softly when another kiss was placed on the sole of his foot.

“I'm yours, Dominque. I need you to claim me and show me how I can worship you.”

“Jacob…” He had to fight back a louder moan when he saw the longing in those bright eyes.

He didn’t know if it had been there before, or if Jacob was too good at hiding his emotions, but he knew he wanted this man more than anyone who came before him or who would come after.

There was a deep seated need inside him which called to Jacob. An urge, an uncontrollable desire which was ripping him in two the more they connected.

So much time had passed since he dreamed of finding someone who would want him this way that he’d forgotten about his fantasy man, and yet here he was, asking for Dominque to want him, to hand over his shattered trust so he could rebuild it, and it filled him with fear.

Fear at how strongly he wanted to bend to this man’s will, to hand over everything and just be his.

“Give me time, Jacob.”

“That’s all I'm asking for.”

J
acob woke with the sun rising, a habit he didn’t enjoy on the rare days off he took, but one he couldn't seem to break free from. As the sun’s morning rays drifted through the heavy lace covering the windows, he followed the streams of light to the dark-haired young man beside him, taking in how angelic he looked curled up on his side, his face pointing right at Jacob, lips pouting even more and his nose turned up slightly as he breathed softly.

Even though he’d missed out on too much sleep to be awake, the vision of Dominque laying there, so pure and innocent, so alluring in his natural state, Jacob couldn't close his eyes. Instead, he gazed at the object of his lust filled dreams with quiet reverence and awe.

The evening meal with his family had been a long one filled with laughter and happy conversations about their childhood. One where Dominque was beside him constantly, his touch sending powerful bursts of need through his body every time they brushed against each other.

Those touches became more insistent as the night went on, and Jacob found himself taking Dominque’s hand in his, admiring him as he joined in the conversations around him, contemplating the stunned amazement he felt and wondering if he could ever convince Dominque to feel the same for him.

He felt like some lovesick puppy when he walked Dominque into their room, saying goodnight before reluctantly leaving him alone. Jacob knew if they were to be awake and in bed together things would happen which neither of them were ready for, and the best option was to allow Dominque to fall asleep then creep into bed much later.

He lasted two hours, practically falling asleep on his brother before he was made to go to bed, listening to the astonished questions of his older brothers why he’d come back downstairs when he and Dominque had been so desperate to be together.

Thankfully, Dominque was fast asleep when he finally got to the room. He undressed, slipping into the sheets and gazing at him as he quickly drifted off. The long hours of driving, the family reunion and the constant emotional stress he felt tugging him to Dominque took its toll.

They had breakfast planned in the large summer house at the rear of the castle, but that wasn’t until nine. They had three hours, and Jacob felt they should sleep more.

When he woke again sometime later, it was because he was hot and hard. Dominque was curled up against him, his pert arse lying directly against his cock. Even unconscious, his body reacted to the stunning brunette. Jacob pressed his face into the messy tumble of hair in front of him, smelling the unique sensual scent of Dominque, trying to ignore the need inside him to pull him backwards and cage him in his arms while he ground his cock into those firm cheeks.

“Jacob.” Dominque’s silken voice purred into the otherwise silent room.

“Dominque.” Jacob smiled.

“I missed you last night.”

Jacob moved closer, draping an arm over Dominque’s stomach and splaying his fingers out over the taut, smooth flesh beneath them. “Well, that makes being apart from you much more bearable. To be missed by you, to know you lay here thinking of me, wanting me to be with you, it makes the unpleasant act of not being beside you more tolerable.”

He placed a soft, barely there kiss on the flawlessly smooth flesh found just under Dominque’s ear. “Would it make you happy if I told you all I could think about was you, about returning to this room and taking you into my arms, holding you while I kissed every inch of this marvellous body of yours until you were lying limp and breathless in my arms, unable to voice how much you needed me to stop?” He placed a deeper kiss in the same spot, this time licking the sweet skin before continuing. “How every breath I took was wasted because you weren’t there to share it. How every beat of my heart only reminded me how useless it was to continue without having you beside me.”

“Jacob…” Dominque glanced over his shoulder, heavy lids half covering the seductive wide brown eyes beneath them, black lashes curling, tickling his skin as he blinked, centering his alluring gaze on Jacob. “You're making it difficult to keep to our no sex rule.”

“I’ll think you'll find—” He placed an open-mouthed kiss to the same spot under Dominque’s ear. “—it’s you who is making things very hard to ignore
that
particular rule.” His cock was rigid and aching, pulsing against Dominque’s cheeks. “I hurt I want you that much. It physically pains me to be this close to you and not have you.”

“Then take me,” Dominque breathed out. “Please. I want you too, Jacob.” He pressed backwards, rocking onto Jacob’s cock, making him groan deep and long against his supple skin.

Jacob moved his hand lower, finding the band of Dominque’s shorts and toying with them before he worked his palm further, finding his cock was just as stiff as his. “Dominque… Jesus.”

“I need you. Please.”

Jacob couldn't stop years of lust from filling him up. The man he’d been waiting for all his adult life was laid beside him, begging him to touch him. How could he refuse such sweet words?

He pulled off the bed sheets, slipping the shorts from Dominque and smiling when his erection jerked upwards, standing and leaking for his touch. “I knew this would be as pretty as the rest of you and just as perfect.” Jacob ran his finger from base to tip, enjoying the sound his boy made for him. Jacob groaned inside when he thought that. Even thinking of Dominque as his boy made him ache, his iron-like rigid cock thrumming with need.

His pretty uncut cock was pink and lean, long with a pronounced head. The clear drops of precum leaking from him had Jacob on his knees, bending down and kissing the tip. Dominque’s hips rose from the bed, back arching and his entire body demanding more.

“Hmm, have you forgotten your lessons in patience, on how to wait for your partner's touch? Or do I need to remind you of how to control yourself?”

“I… I'm sorry. I haven't forgotten, I just… I need you. I need you now, Jacob. Please.”

Jacob smiled into those big doe eyes then wrapped his mouth around his head, sliding down and taking him to the base. If he could’ve smiled, he would hearing the shout of ecstasy above him. The garbled words slipping through those rose red lips made his cock scream to be touched. He ran a hand between his own legs, pulling his shorts to his thighs and freeing his length so he could work his fist over it while he pleasured his boy.

The taste, the spicy, musky smell clinging to him, the sensation of his flesh, the firm muscle entering his mouth, it had him moaning with Dominque. Each time he sucked and licked, he worked himself higher until both of them were right there. Dominque was leaking over his tongue, his cock thickening, his shouts stopping, breath pausing.

“I’m coming.” Dominque found Jacob’s eyes and opened his wider. “I'm coming, Jacob.” He placed both hands on Jacob’s shoulders, attempting to move him away, but it was too late. Jacob shot over his fingers when he tasted his boy’s cream for the first time. It was sweet and thick, so much of it he had to swallow twice.

“Hmm, Dominque. So sweet.” Jacob crawled up his body, kissing his clammy skin and licking the sweat from him. “Don’t ever try to stop me from tasting you again. If I didn’t want you to come in my mouth, I would have removed my lips from you before you chose to. It’s not up to you, Boy. You give me pleasure by any means I desire, and if I desire to taste your cum, then that’s what you give me.”

“I know, but…” Dominque threw his head back against the pillow. “Jacob… although I'm careful, there’s always the chance… I just wanted to keep you safe.”

“You said yourself you’re all tested regularly, and you're always safe. You wear condoms with everyone, client or not. There’s a risk, but no more, probably less actually, than any other person who has an active sex life. I don’t know one other man who can say they’ve never had sex without a condom at the age of twenty four. I trust you, Dominque. I'm not a stupid man. I don’t take chances, and neither do you.”

Dominque smiled, eyes still hazy and sleepy. “Aren’t you in need of something from me?”

“I am. So much need it’s indescribable, but if you meant helping me come, you just did. Tasting you finished me off. I came harder than I have in a long time, and that was just by my own hand.” He laughed. “But then coming while I think of you isn't a new thing for me. I came for you last night in the shower. I’ve been coming for you ever since I laid my eyes on your picture.”

Dominque pressed his face shyly into Jacob’s chest. “I've thought of you too. I didn’t think you wanted me, so I kept it inside, not allowing myself to think of you in that way in case I was refused.”

“I couldn’t refuse you anything, not unless you need to be refused, of course.” Jacob smiled before kissing his neck. “Let’s shower. We have a couple of hours, but I have a feeling we won't be quick in there.”

Jacob moved from the bed, offering his hand to Dominque and watching as his slim hand lay softly on his open palm. There was the fear in him they were moving too quickly, but this may be exactly what they needed. Jacob never shared his bed, and the last time he met anyone outside of the club, and the playmates he found there, was in his early twenties.

He’d kept that part of his life separate, and not being willing to have a relationship, it seemed easier and more honest to agree what he desired with the man he wanted for the night beforehand rather than wining and dining them. It took up time he didn’t have, and by just sticking with different subs he knew he could have a night of fun and great sex without hurting anyone or incurring the dreaded morning after calls for another date.

Dominque was the first man in a long time he actually wanted to speak to the next day, every day from now on if he had his way. Moving on without involving any bondage or expecting him to submit was an easy way to accomplish this, one which felt new to them both.