Dominque (Knights to Remember) (20 page)

He nudged his head inside, gripping Dominque’s hips so tightly he would have imprints on them the next day. Dominque still had his hands clasped behind his back, and Jacob took one of his wrists, pinning them there as he slid home inside his boy.

“Fuck!” Dominque grunted as he accommodated Jacob’s girth.

“Problems?”

“No… Sir. You're just very big.”

“Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jacob pulled out, then slammed into him, fucking him hard and fast, Dominque crying out for more all the time. “You take it so good. This arse is mine, Dominque, all mine. I own it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You were made for me.”

“Yes!” Dominque began backing up on him, forcing their bodies to collide with more power, both of them working together, wringing the excitement from their flesh and demanding more. “Own me, Sir.”

Jacob slammed his hips into Dominque, watching as his cock stretched his arse wide open. His rigid length, pounded into his boy over and over until Dominque was thrashing underneath him, holding his breath and bearing down. Jacob tilted his cock just right and Dominque screamed. He’d not heard a man scream so loudly, but Dominque was vocal when they fucked and it drove Jacob wild for him. He liked everyone hearing how good his boy took his cock. Liked them to look at him and know Jacob’s cock had been buried deep in his arse.

“Let them know who owns you. Tell them who you belong to.”

“You. I'm yours. Sir…” Dominque came, rutting into the desk, his cock banging on the underneath, slapping against it as he shot, his cries echoing around the room as Jacob followed him, shooting hard and fast before collapsing over Dominque and kissing his shoulders.

“Dominque… I love you.”

“Jacob,” Dominque sobbed out through heavy pants and a tear soaked face.

“Shh.” Jacob covered his lips with his and kissed him. “I know you're not there yet. It doesn’t matter to me because I know it will happen in time.”

“I'm scared of how I feel for you.”

“I know. You won't be when you hand over your trust completely. You need time, and I'm willing to give you however long you need.”

D
ominque shared a long bath with Jacob, washing each other as they spoke about his past and what boundaries and limits he had. Those limits had changed since, and he wasn’t too sure what they were anymore. His hard limits hadn't changed, but things like fisting would pretty much be on his list forever, or they seemed to be at the moment. Given years with Jacob, that could change. He had no doubt the man could talk him into anything given enough time.

Dominque’s favourite times had been when he was restrained. He preferred rope, but used handcuffs and a few other varieties of leather and silk. He liked to be detached from reality as much as possible and enjoyed being blindfolded, not knowing what his Dom would do next. He wanted to get to that level again and surpass it by total sensory deprivation, taking away sound and sight. Jacob was honoured he would trust him with such power, and they talked about how he would slowly introduce restraints into their play.

Dominque used to love being teased by a crop, he enjoyed to be made to wait, cock rings and cages were talked about, but he’d only tried the ring. He wanted Jacob to make him wait, to take him to the edge of his limits. It was far off, but even talking about what they wanted to achieve together was exciting.

Jacob hadn’t been completely surprised when he mentioned breath play wasn’t a hard limit for him. If Dominque was honest, it wasn’t even a soft limit. Jacob was unsure about trying it because he’d only ever played with one sub who truly liked it. Dominque reminded him his cock had cut off his air every time he’d fucked his throat, and he’d come harder than ever because of it. It didn’t always have to be harsh, but Dominque would love to have Jacob’s hands around his throat as they fucked. It turned him on and he was soon pulling Jacob out of the bath and lying underneath him while they fucked for the second time that afternoon.

When Jacob asked about what he would like to try which he’d never had the chance before, Dominque said he would like to wear sexier clothing for him. He liked the leather basques some of the subs wore, and the tight corsets which pulled their waists in and restricted their breathing excited him. He’d never worn a collar or leash because he’d never given himself to a Dom in such a way, but he thought about it constantly with Jacob.

Dominque was confident without his past, he would be wearing Jacob’s collar already. But that was something he wanted only when he was able to submit completely. He wouldn’t embarrass Jacob by being unable to follow his commands without question. It would reflect badly on him and if Jacob collared him, he would be the perfect sub to display and one Jacob would be proud of in every way.

There was still a lot of talking to do before they could move on, but Dominque was more willing to submit again, and his trust in Jacob was growing with every day. He wouldn’t lie down and say tie me up and do what you want, but then it was naive of him to ever think that way. He knew better now, and Jacob preferred he was more cautious. When he truly did submit to Jacob, they both knew it was the final move for both of them. When it happened, they wouldn’t ever be separated. Things were moving so fast already. It was the only thing keeping them from flying at a hundred miles an hour into a full blown relationship.

They were both aware D/s relationships moved faster than others and they were more open, but neither of them had experienced it before so they were still coping with the changes in their own way.

They would have a unique relationship, one which they would work out along the way, but they both wanted the same things. Dominque felt like he was living in a bubble, and when they returned to real life, they would have to reassess their lives and how to be together again. Dominque couldn't imagine being without Jacob for long periods of time, even the few hours they were parted in the morning took its toll on them both.

He felt like he wanted to drop everything and run into Jacob’s arms, but running into the arms of such a workaholic wouldn’t be what Dominque wanted. He had to be busy too, and he needed a job because he refused to live off Jacob.

His plans were to leave the agency in two months, but the thought of going back and seeing other men after experiencing Jacob, knowing he would be with them then return to him, made him feel physically ill. He couldn't do it. Even if it was for a few months before they woke up and saw it was a short term thing, Dominque couldn't share himself.

Before, being with the regular clients was like going back to old boyfriends, he was able to enjoy them without hurting anyone, including himself. Yes, the new clients who he didn’t feel any attraction for were more difficult, and he would often think of other men while they fucked, but that seemed very wrong now.

He couldn't give his body away like that, not now it didn’t belong to him. Jacob would never insist on anything, but Dominque knew the job caused him constant worries. Just seeing him dance with another man caused a huge reaction. He was positive if that hadn't happened then Jacob wouldn’t have had sex with him. It made his natural instincts to claim him rise to the surface and he took Dominque.

It would kill what they wanted if he worked again, and despite the money being useful, Dominque made the decision to leave when he returned home. There would be no more dates. He would never take another client. It was over.

Just thinking those words made Dominque feel light. It seemed to have been a difficult decision, but after meeting Jacob, it wasn’t so difficult anymore. He was doing two things when he got home. Calling the office to end his contract. Talking to Angie about Jacob and the job, and then the house was going up for sale. He’d lived in the past too long and he was sure his mum would agree with it.

Angie would be in university. She could go anywhere and probably be ready to move out anyway, so that would leave Dominque all alone in a big house. He’d talked over these plans with Jacob and he immediately offered his house for them both. Dominque wasn’t too sure how that would sit with Angie, but he could always rent an apartment if there was a crossover between her moving into her student accommodation. Jacob was adamant he would be moving down south and living with him when she’d gotten sorted. That was one thing he wouldn’t budge on. Dominque had no reason to stay in Leeds after Angie left. The only thing he wanted was Jacob and that was all he needed.

He would find a job, and until he did, he had enough savings to pay his way. Life would be very different for all of them in a few short months, but Dominque was looking forward to the change.

It was nine at night and everyone was getting off to bed early for the wedding the next day. Dominque was walking outside with Helen, listening to her run over and over last minute details and asking him if he'd mind sewing her up in her dress as she trusted his stitching. Dominque was more than happy to help her and get an early glimpse of her in the dress.

It was after she kissed him goodnight his phone rang. The only people to call him on it so far had been Suzie making sure he was okay and Angie complaining about Suzie. He frowned when he saw it was the agency number, he knew it wasn’t Suzie because she was working the day shift, which is why she was free to look after Angie. He answered anyway, wanting to see what was so urgent.

“Dominque.” Madam Harriot’s voice shocked him.

“Hello, Madam.”

“It’s been days with no contact. I wanted to make sure you were alright, my love.”

“I'm fine. I've been speaking to Suzie.”

“That's personal, darling, not business. You know I like to keep tabs on all my escorts. I worry about you.”

Dominque huffed slightly, but caught himself.

“Did you manage to get him in bed yet? Extras count, you know, and he could be a good regular for you.”

“No. He’s not interested in me, I told you before.”

“Every man—”

“Not every man wants me, Harriot.”

“Hmm, I think perhaps he is looking for a little more submissiveness than you’re willing to give him. Play for him.”

“How can you ask me to do that knowing what happened to me?” Dominque had been their biggest earner for so long, but she was always pushing him for more. “I would never give that to a
client
. I won't. This is business, nothing more. What I gave away in the past, I will never give to another paying customer again. I'm here for the next two days and then it’s over.”

“You and him?” She knew it wasn’t, she knew, she’d seen the signs, knew he’d been cutting down his hours and saving his money.

“I can't do this anymore. I’d end it now if I could, but you want your money and I want to be debt free so here I stay, but by Monday, this is over and I’ll never be back.” Dominque sucked in a quick breath.

Harriot fell silent, then sighed. “It’s your time. I’ll begin to reassign your regulars and take you off the rota. Call in and say goodbye to us before you leave for good. I’ll miss you. You're a star.”

“Thank you. I will.”

Dominque ended the call then looked at his phone. He’d done it. It was over. And it all seemed so easy. There was a doubt in the back of his mind which told him to expect Harriot wouldn’t give up so easily once he returned to Leeds, but for now, he was happy it was over.

When he turned to walk back into the castle, he saw Jacob leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, stony look on his face. Dominque walked to him, glad to have him there to share in his big news.

“What game are you playing, Dominque?”

He frowned as he walked up the stone steps to him. “What do you mean?”

“I heard you. If you want to leave, then leave.”

“What?” Dominque looked to where he’d been standing on the lawn then back to him. “I don’t want to leave you.”

Jacob grew colder, but Dominque could see more in his eyes than he could before, and he touched his arm gently seeing the pain in them. “Jacob… I'm not going anywhere. That was the agency—”

“I guessed that.” Jacob shrugged off his touch and walked further into the garden, pacing around on the lawn. “I'm just a paying client, a business deal, nothing more. It’s over in two days and I’ll never see you again. It was all some trick, a lie. You hated I said I didn’t want you and tried every trick in the book to get me in bed. I suppose I’ll have a huge bill when I return.”

“No, that's not what happened at all.” Dominque rushed to him, trying to calm him but he wouldn’t keep still. “Please, Jacob. I don’t know what you heard, but I told her this was just business because she asked me if we had sex. I lied and said no.”

Jacob pushed him away, running his fingers through his hair, confusion and hesitation filling him with every passing second. “You won't submit to a client. You won't give that to me, not to a paying client.”

“No, Ja—”

“I trusted you. I love you.”

“Jacob…” Dominque was losing him, he could feel it and his heart broke in half. “I would never hurt you. I just…. I ended it with the agency. I'm not working for them anymore, that's what I meant… Jacob, please listen to me, please.”

Jacob turned from him, breathing fast.

Dominque would have to show him how much he meant to him, and he didn’t care if half his family and the other guests who were trying to not look like they were watching everything they were doing. He slipped to his knees, bowing his head, palms up, thighs parted, spine ramrod straight. “Please, Sir. I didn’t lie.”

Jacob hissed when he turned around. Dominque watched his shoes hitting the grass as he walked to him, standing over him, not touching or saying anything.

“May I speak?”

Jacob waved his hand dismissively and Dominque began.

“I told them I would never come back. It’s over. I won't ever be with another man, Sir. I'm yours. I belong to you. My body isn't my own to share. It’s owned by you now, Sir. How could I be with another when it would disrespect you so much? I'm not able to do it. I wouldn’t suffer another man’s touch. No man will have me unless you tire of me or decide to give me to another.”

Jacob stopped tapping his foot and walked off again. “You would allow me to own your body so completely you would give me leave to lend you to another Dom?” He walked back, leaning down and hissing in his ear. “You think I would share you, Boy? You think what is mine, I hand over so willingly to another? You will never know another man’s touch, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. If that’s what pleases you, it’s what pleases me, Sir.” Dominque paused, trying to look up and gauge what his eyes looked like.