Dominque (Knights to Remember) (22 page)

“Yes,” Jacob breathed out through open-mouthed kisses, his cock jerking at the thought of seeing his boy tied up while Jacob worshipped his creamy flesh.

“I want that.” Dominque curled his hips upwards, caressing Jacob’s hard length still captured in his now too tight jeans. “I want to feel the cool silk around my wrists, to have my arms pulled back against my spine, to ache for you as my cock leaks and screams for your touch while I ride your cock.”

Jacob grunted, biting the unmarked flesh of Dominque’s shoulder as he growled. “Strip for me, then present yourself for me as my boy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jacob stepped back, running both hands through his hair as he turned from Dominque, staring out of the window into the night and taking a few precious moments to calm himself as he tried to concentrate on the garden bathed in the soft lights.

While Dominque undressed behind him, Jacob unbuttoned his cuffs, stripping himself slowly from the navy shirt as his boy watched. Inching the dark cotton material from his body, he smiled as he heard Dominque moan softly seeing his back and arms slowly being displayed. He took pride in how he looked, but never before did he elicit such a powerful response from a bed partner.

Perhaps it was down to how much Jacob returned those feelings, or that he desired more than anything to please Dominque, but as the shirt fell to the floor and he tensed his muscles, clenching and unclenching his fists beside his thighs and breathing deeply, he knew never before had he ever felt this desired by anyone. Standing there, toeing the shoes from his feet and pulling the socks from his body, he again rose, back ramrod straight, arms by his sides, his breathing now calm and slow, the grey jeans he wore clinging to his ass and thighs, the thick brown leather belt nipping them tightly to his hips as he heard Dominque quietly slip to his knees and settle. It took every bit of strength inside him not to turn and take in how beautiful he imagined Dominque to look.

It was when Dominque had stilled, the silence of the room only disturbed by his breathing, Jacob dimmed the lamps on the desk and beside the bed, moving determinedly, but achingly slowly for his boy as he retrieved the length of silk from the bedside drawer, toying with it in his capable hands and allowing Dominque to take stock of what he would soon be bound in.

When the room was filled with only the hazy glow from the lamps and the full moon shining through the large window beside him, Jacob turned, keeping his gaze on the carpet until he stood facing Dominque.

He took a few moments to gather himself and get in the right headspace, then he lifted his gaze to the kneeling figure before him. Walking the three steps to his boy as he followed the creamy toned thighs spread wide for him, pausing at the beauty of his erect cock standing firmly out from between his parted legs, the dark chestnut hair trimmed and shaped to perfection just as the rest of him was before allowing his eyes to wander upwards once again over his taut stomach and defined chest. His boy worked hard on his physique, probably yoga or some other similar practice, and Jacob found the lean tones and subtle muscle on his body pleasing.

When Jacob’s green eyes reached Dominque’s bowed head, he had to still his heart once again and take a breath. His dark hair cascaded around his face, hiding the classic features Jacob knew to be there. So perfectly displayed for Jacob. It made every inch of him stiffen in response. The overwhelming craving to own him clawed and scratched underneath Jacob’s skin until it took over, and Jacob moved with a self-control he didn’t believe existed inside him.

His shadow cast a dimness over Dominque’s lithe frame and they both waited, both sensing the same need and desire from the other, until Jacob reached out, stroking the soft hair of his boy, making contact with the rough material of his jeans against the silken skin of Dominque’s cheek. “Ready, Boy?”

“Yes, Sir.” His calm voice was filled with the desire and need Jacob wanted to hear, and he tilted his head back, making contact with those big brown eyes and clarifying what he knew.

There was no hesitation. He wanted this to happen just as much as Jacob did.

J
acob circled his body with slow, steady, controlled movements, allowing only the tiniest bit of contact to happen between them, and only from the brushing of his jeans against the supple flesh of Dominque’s naked body.

Once he stood behind him, he placed a fingertip on the base of his neck, watching with a smirk as the creamy skin beneath broke out into goosebumps before dragging it down his spine, placing one knee on the floor to continue the smooth flow right to the base, where he paused to blow a long, slow breath of air over the back of his neck, watching Dominque shudder deliciously in response.

The smallest interaction impacted his boy’s needy body, and Jacob briefly thought about how he would react if he were blindfolded and restrained, not able to sense what would come next, but honouring Jacob by allowing him that level of confidence and control.

With his other hand, Jacob draped the cream silk over his boy’s shoulder, letting it hang down his chest and tickle his cock which was now firmly standing erect against his stomach before removing it excruciatingly slowly over his flesh, the cool silk massaging and slipping over his bare skin until the edge dropped to his back. Jacob allowed it to hang there, swinging it slowly as he watched intently every small reaction from Dominque.

It pleased him to see no fear and feel no hesitation, and so he knelt behind him on both knees, taking the length of silk before kissing his shoulders tenderly as he draped it loosely over both his wrists, not binding him, just laying it still and letting the gravity of the situation rest with Dominque for a moment.

“You’re ready for me to restrain you. This will be loose, but should you feel the need for it to be looser still, feel free to say when. Your limits right now are different from what they have been in the past, and we’re still new partners. The last thing I want to happen is for this to be an experience which you look back on and fear in any way.”

“I would never fear you, Ja—Sir.”

Jacob hummed as he kissed his shoulder again.

“I'm sorry,” Dominque whispered.

Jacob smiled. A slip up where his name was used while in a scene would have bothered him at the club with another sub, but this was different. Everything about Dominque was different, and so Jacob simply kissed him again. “Boy, are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He tightened the silk, wrapping it three times around his wrists, intertwining them so it fitted like two cuffs with a little space between them for some movement. He tested them by running his finger through the gap from Dominque’s wrists to the silk, and then slowly caressed his palms up both of his arms until they rested heavily on his shoulders, feeling a tightness in them which hadn't been there before.

Jacob responded by rolling his fingers in a slow, methodical way, massaging him and letting him relax before he stopped and listened to his breathing. It was even and quiet, and his muscles had relaxed. Jacob stood slowly, standing with his thighs resting against Dominque, watching for a moment before he stalked around his now bound and patient sub.

“Look at me.” Jacob stood in front of Dominque, staring down with an unwavering firm look. He needed to see those eyes again, to check Dominque’s need to please and to see the years of pretending to be someone else for his clients wasn’t there and it was truly okay to continue.

Dominque raised his head for the first time, heavy lids and long lashes teasing Jacob as they slowly revealed his oval shaped eyes. Jacob breathed out internally when he saw his Dominque staring back at him with that beautiful honesty and trust shining through.

“Good.” Jacob gave him the briefest of smiles before running his hand through the thick locks of hair, sweeping them back so he could see all of Dominque’s beauty.

As he stepped back, Jacob kept his finger on Dominque’s chin, his gaze never faltering from the kneeling figure as he slid the buckle loose from his belt, noticing how Dominque flashed a glance at Jacob’s fingers working the leather free. He could see a mixture of excitement and apprehension run though his boy. He wanted and feared more, and Jacob would have the task of gently pushing his boundaries and helping him discover that fear was holding him back, but none of that would happen without trust, and although they had much of that, they still had a long way to go.

“One day—” Jacob took hold of the buckle in his hand, pulling it teasingly slowly through the loops of his jeans. “—I will have this belt around your neck. Fastened just tight enough to make you feel it, to make the leather hold your throat and slow your breathing.” Dominque’s breathing picked up, as well as Jacob’s cock imprisoned in his tight jeans, the belt now loose and hanging beside Jacob’s leg. “I’ll hold this end, watching you kneel for me, bound and patient, the belt my leash, and you my pet, willing to serve me however I wish.” He placed the heavy metal buckle under Dominque’s chin, raising his head and tilting it backwards while they looked into the other’s eyes. “Would you like that, Boy?”

“Yes.” Dominque swallowed thickly.

Jacob tilted his head, fixing a stern look on Dominque, knowing he wasn’t concentrating as he should be and the heat of the moment had overtaken his training. “Yes what?”

Dominque’s mouth fell open and Jacob had to bite his lip to stop himself from smiling at the surprise on his boy’s face. “Sir.” A cute frown made its way onto his face, and Jacob smiled widely. “I’m sorry… again. I’m…”

Jacob bent down, hovering his lips over Dominque’s, not touching, but teasing him with the promise of a kiss. “If you forget again, I’ll spank you.” His hushed, gravelly tone did wonders for Dominque, and Jacob felt the soft breaths of sweet air passing over his lips picking up. It was a correction which Dominque would enjoy, as would Jacob. “I have a feeling you’ll forget again, Boy.”

“Hmm.” Dominque smiled coyly before dropping his gaze to the floor, following the belt casually being discarded to the carpet as Jacob worked the buttons loose on his jeans, his fingers catching the attention of Dominque, causing both of them to heat up because of it.

Jacob moved a hand to his boy’s throat, cradling it in his loving hold, feeling his pulse beat faster, the rhythm frantic beneath his touch. “So eager.”

“Always,” Dominque breathed out huskily, the tone making Jacob’s cock stiffen as he freed it from the tight confines.

Jacob would have continued to make Dominque wait, test his restraint, but the night had already been more than Jacob could have hoped for, and not wanting to push him further, Jacob stepped closer, running his leaking head over the plump lips offered up to him so readily, teasing them both for too long with the slow swipes of his shiny, wet skin.

Jacob finally took hold of Dominque’s jaw, holding it a little firmer than he had done on their previous nights, watching the succulent mouth waiting for him open up. A swipe of Dominque’s tongue over those lips drove Jacob to move forward, pushing his length inside those tempting lips and sighing as the wet heat enveloped him.

He took hold of the back of Dominque’s hair in his fist, letting Dominque’s swallow half of him before sliding out, seeing the saliva coating his cock as he pulled it free from Dominque’s tight lips. The next push, he was in Dominque’s throat, being crushed and taken down to the balls in one quick, fluid motion, leaving his knees shaking and his breath shuddering to a stop.

His fist tightened in the brown locks while he paused, catching his breath before taking back the control which just slipped. “Look at me,” he rasped out, fighting to keep his hips still, his length still thrust down his boy’s throat.

When Dominque’s eyes met his and Jacob could watch for any sign of discomfort, he began to fuck that fine mouth and tight throat in long thrusts, pulling out so his head leaked against Dominque’s full lips before filling him back up to the balls—all the time their gaze never left the other’s.

The heat of the moment, his cock being crushed, the feeling of Dominque’s throat stretching to accept him, that look of devotion in his eyes—it made Jacob’s balls pull tight as his orgasm climbed. He could slow down, stop. Well, no. Jacob in fact could do neither. He needed this, and so he let go, throwing his head back, thrusting his hips deeper and harder as he thickened and stiffened, shooting deep down Dominque’s throat with a roar loud enough for the whole of Scotland to hear.

When Jacob dropped his chin to his chest, heaving deep breaths and his legs shaking, he spilled again, this time moaning as he pulled back, letting his cum cover Dominque’s tongue. “Well done.” He smiled at Dominque as he gently slid from his mouth, then looked down at Dominque’s cock standing proudly against his stomach—red and swollen, so close for Jacob. “Hmm, look how ready you are for me. Waiting so patiently. Did you enjoy that, Boy?”

Dominque nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yes.” He smirked and Jacob cocked his head to the side. “Yes, I did.”

“I see.” Jacob nodded, stepping back and turning from him for a moment so Dominque wouldn’t see the large grin seeping over his face, then he spun around and clicked his fingers. “And I was ready to let you come. I see you would prefer to wait a little longer. Come here, Boy. I need to remind you of a few basic rules which you constantly seem to struggle over. The first being how you strive to irritate me with your constant forgetfulness of my title.”

Dominque stood on shaky legs, head bowed, but Jacob caught the slight turn of his lips and the enjoyment of getting what he wanted.

“I told you what I would do if you forgot how to address me again, did I not?”

“You did, Sir.”

Jacob tutted. “No point in addressing me correctly now.” He sat on the edge of the bed, parting his thighs and simply pointed to his knee.

Dominque stood beside him, head bowed, cock hard, wet with the precum dribbling from it. Jacob placed a warm palm on his arse, bracing his chest with the other and watched as Dominque gracefully leaned over his thighs, his cock between them and his delicious butt now presented and pointing in the air.

Jacob rolled his palm over one cheek then the other, letting Dominque settle as much as he could do in his excited state. “Ten, on either side. You will count them out for me. Pause or falter for too long and we’ll begin again. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jacob squeezed the firm flesh, then raised his hand, pausing slightly, watching the svelte body lying over his thighs brace for the impact. Jacob hadn’t slapped Dominque before, and so the first was a test for both of them.

“One,” Dominque moaned softly.

“No!” Jacob pinched his cheek. “One on
either
side. You will count off after I have slapped both sides.” He slapped the same cheek, then the other, and then he waited.

“One,” Dominque said quietly.

“Hmm, better.”

Jacob’s next slap was little harder, as was the next, and the next. By the time he got to six, Dominque was breathing hard, panting out his words as he counted the strokes. His body shifted, rocking, unconsciously searching for friction on his desperate cock. Jacob rubbed the blushing flesh under his palm before slapping both cheeks again.

“Seven,” Dominque gasped. “Sir…”

“You will not come, Boy.”

Dominque’s head dropped and his body vibrated. “Please, Sir.”

“On ten, you may come.”

Dominque’s arse tilted upwards, offering himself up to Jacob, and he smiled, slapping him a little harder, watching him come undone beneath his touch. By the first tenth stroke, he felt Dominque’s body shudder, his spine rigid, his low moans picking up.

“Ten!” Dominque came hard as he shouted. “Ten!”

“Well done.” Jacob kissed the back of his shoulder, rubbing the warm flesh on his sore arse. “Dominque, I love you.”

Dominque sagged over his legs like a rag doll and Jacob swung him into his arms and laid him on the bed, kissing his forehead as he slipped into the sheets with him, holding him tightly as he caught his breath and came down. He was so proud of him.

“Thank you.” Jacob kissed his flushed cheek softly.