Dominque (Knights to Remember) (38 page)

Dominque smiled, moving closer and laying his head on his chest. “I never meant to make you feel so bad. I didn’t want to make you run out like that. You know I'm crap at voicing what I need.”

“I'm not a mind reader. I don’t understand everything without you telling me. And before I left, I took what you said the wrong way, but your text, that made it perfectly clear.”

“I’ll remember to keep it blunt in the future.”

“That may work,” Jacob murmured, drawing him closer. “I want you to be happy and I want you to feel like this is your home. Whatever we need to do, then we’ll do it.”

Dominque grew sleepy, his eyes heavy, listening to the soft breaths as Jacob drifted off to sleep beside him in the dim light.

It was when he was almost asleep that Jacob spoke. “Are you mad about Bailey?”

Dominque took a moment to gather his thoughts and let the sleep clear from his brain. “You mean about you and him?”

“Yes.”

Dominque toyed with the edge of the sheet. “I was at first, but that was because he stormed in here all mad at me for taking you, and then he was mad at Krane. I was confused by the whole thing, but I could see he was in pain. After I’d calmed down, no, I wasn’t jealous or mad. He’s hurting, isn’t he? His Dom… he died, right?”

“Yes.” Jacob spoke softly. It seemed he felt that pain too but on a different level. Dominque guessed they’d been friends, perhaps close ones.“Did he tell you that?”

“No, he didn’t say a word. I could see it—the pain. It ran through him. I know what that feels like.” Dominque took a breath. “How long ago?”

“Three years now. It’s an unspoken rule to never discuss it with him or around him, but to be honest, we all felt his loss. He was a good friend, one whose presence is missed.”

Dominque played with Jacob’s chest, running his hand up and down, waiting for the moment where he would be brave and say what he was thinking about. With a gentle nudge from Jacob, he smiled softly into his shoulder. “Was he meant for you? He said he was.”

Jacob sighed heavily. “Nicholas was the Dom who trained Bailey and who set him up four years ago with Amery–his Dom.” The name was said reverently, hushed and with a deep respect. The man obviously meant a lot to Jacob. “Nick did pair us up after he passed away, and we scened together a few times, but nothing more—well, just the once, which you know about... now.” Jacob paused, stroking Dominque’s arm softly. “I considered a steady Dom/sub relationship with him for a short time. A
very
short time. But he needed more than I could give. I couldn’t…. love him as he should be loved. All I could offer was what you saw. Bailey needs full time ownership. What I did, I did for Amery. Because he was my friend, and I saw how lost Bailey was without him. I saw Bailey as Amery’s, perhaps I still do, perhaps Bailey feels the same way. I think there would have always been that hanging between us if we’d moved on.”

“Can Krane give him what he needs? Is Bailey even ready to move on?” Dominque could imagine Krane as a Dom, but that was just down to his size and strength. But all that meant nothing if Bailey was too hurt to consider moving on.

“I think Krane could, but Bailey… I don’t know. He’s torn by moving on with Krane. If he can work through the guilt which tears him in two, then there is a chance they could be good together.” Jacob sighed. “I said I'd train Krane, and that means going to the club. I could do it here, and I will do the basics, but I'm going to need to visit.”

“I didn’t want you to stop anywhere.” Dominque paused. “Will you scene with anyone?”

“No.” Jacob was adamant about that. “No one but you.”

“Does that mean I get to go with you?” Dominque leaned up on one elbow and smiled down at him.

“Perhaps, but not now. Soon.” Jacob kissed his nose. “Bailey needs a friend.”

“And you're thinking perhaps I'm the one to be that friend?”

“I know it’s a difficult thing to ask, and if you feel uncomfortable at all, I won't mention it again, but if he and Krane are to make this thing work, it may help things move along.”

Dominque thought quietly, playing with the fair hairs running down the middle of Jacob’s chest. “Okay. I’ll see how we get along, but I'm not promising we’ll get close. He seemed angry at me for stealing you.”

“You stealing me?” He chuckled. “I've always belonged to you. All my life I've been waiting for you to come along and claim me. I was never free, never available for anyone else. My heart’s never been shared with anyone. That’s all yours and it always will be.”

“I never want to be without you.”

“And you never will, Boy. You're mine. You belong to me and me alone. One day, I’ll mark you.”

“The collar isn't enough?” Dominque brushed his fingers over the band adorning his neck and smiled.

“I’d have my name inked into your flesh.”

“And what about my name on yours?”

“I’d have it done tomorrow.”

Dominque lifted a brow. “Really? Because we have time tomorrow.”

Jacob chuckled. “Fine, then let’s do it. Where do you want it?”

Dominque rolled his eyes. The idea of Jacob and him turning up in some tattoo parlour tomorrow and having his name permanently etched onto his skin wasn’t going to happen, but it was a nice thought. “How about right here.” Dominque held his hand over Jacob’s heart and kissed him. “My name right here forever. Right where everyone will see it when you strip off. In thick letters too. None of this floaty italic shit. I want it bold and brazen. Like how you love me.”

“Whatever you want.” Jacob curled his hand around the back of his neck and deepened the kiss.

Just as Dominque straddled his thighs, the distant but unmistakable sound of Bailey moaning made them pause. Jacob cursed under his breath.

“Hush, you thought Krane wouldn’t want him after seeing you touch him like that?” Dominque rolled his hips, rubbing Jacob’s length with his arse. “I know I wanted to lay claim to you after seeing you touch him. You can't blame Krane for wanting the same thing. One day…” Dominque leaned over him, encasing his head between his arms, hovering his lips over Jacob’s. “One day soon, I might add, you're going to do that to me, and then after you’ve brought me back down to earth, you're going to throw me over something and ride me until I'm unconscious.”

“Baby, you continue to amaze me with your sweet words.” Jacob bit his lip as he chuckled. “Now crawl down there and put that mouth to better use. And after you’ve gotten me hard, I'm going to strap your legs to the headboard and ride that arse until you come all over your face, and then…” Jacob grinned as Dominque slid down his body. “I'm going to lick it off and feed it back to you.”

Dominque laughed. “Hmm, I do love your dirty mind, Sir, but then there’s not one part of you I don’t love.”

Jacob gasped as Dominque slid his mouth around his cock, sucking him down to the balls and working his tight throat over his full length. “Fuck!”

Dominque laughed inside. He loved seeing him lose that famous control.

J
acob breathed out nice and slow, taking in the vision of Dominque kneeling naked on the staged area of the main room in the club. Three months ago, when they first walked through the doors together, Dominque wearing only a pair of obscenely tight leather shorts and a leash attached to his collar which hung down his chest, Jacob had dreamed of this moment. They’d been in and out of the club during that time. Taken things slowly. Done a few smaller scenes, but tonight was the first night they’d decided to do a full length scene including sex.

Jacob tensed next to his beautiful boy. The flogger he held was one Dominque favoured. A nice thick one, all leather, so soft and supple. He stood behind him, running a hand over his bowed head, letting the flogger tickle his back, allowing him to feel what was about to come. Jacob had only to touch his shoulder in a certain way and Dominque knew what was expected.

He rose fluidly from his knees and walked behind Jacob to the flogging bench, laying over it until he was displayed for everyone. Jacob parted his legs wider, the base of the butt plug inserted inside him now coming into view and murmurs of approval and excitement shot through those who watched. He slapped his arse on both cheeks, smiling as Dominque tensed then moaned, his arse clinging to the plug and rubbing his prostate.

Jacob stalked him, tensing his body and preparing for the moment when he would begin. When he stood behind Dominque, he laid the flogger on his back and waited until his breathing stilled. It was then he began. First with slow, light brushes of it over his body, starting from his neck to his ankles, then back up again. By the time he was finished, he could see Dominque’s cock rising up.

He swiped the flogger across his back twice, each in different directions, then over his arse in the same way. He found the rhythm which suited them both, and soon those strokes were raining over his boy's body, lulling him into a state which when they first met, Jacob never thought they would achieve.

Over the next half an hour, Jacob took Dominque right to the edge before bringing him down again, only to begin it all over again. His boy was covered in sweat, so ready to come, but he didn’t. He held back, moaning every time Jacob pressed his swollen cock into his arse, the leather pants Jacob still wore the only thing separating them.

Jacob slowed his flogging, eventually laying the leather straps on Dominque’s flushed skin and watching him calm down. He could feel the tension in the air from those who watched them, but the burning electricity between him and his boy was too powerful for it to be drowned out.

With a slow movement, Jacob unbuttoned his pants, his cock hard and leaking, and the ring he’d chosen to wear would keep it that way until he released it. Jacob rubbed his boy's cheeks, parting them so he could slip the plug from him. Dominque was bleary eyed with lust when Jacob checked him, bowing to place a kiss on his forehead before again standing behind him, his hard cock positioned at his stretched hole.

When he thrust forward, filling Dominque in one long movement, his boy cried out, his back arching, nails digging into the leather of the bench. A soft slap on his arse got him to relax and Jacob took hold of his hips and began to ride him. If it wasn’t for the ring, Jacob would have spilled inside him after a few strokes, but it saved him from embarrassment and he fucked Dominque right to the edge of his limits. Hearing him beg made Jacob growl. He loved to hear him wail and plead. It only further fuelled the fire burning between them.

He leaned over, holding onto Dominque’s shoulders and really pounded into him. When he saw Dominque lose focus, his eyes rolling back, his body tightening, he knew it was time and he unclasped the ring encasing his cock.

“Come!” Jacob was there before him, and when he felt those walls clench around his cock, he cried out.

“Jacob!” Dominque came in ropes, spilling over the floor as Jacob fucked him through his orgasm.

When they’d both finished, Dominque collapsed over the bench, totally exhausted, not moving or flinching as Jacob slipped from his used body. Jacob ran a finger over his hole. Watching his seed slip from his boy's body never got old, and the crowd seemed to agree, their excitement bubbling over and several moans reached his ears as their own climaxes came.

Jacob walked round to Dominque’s head, kissing him tenderly and checking on him. He was almost asleep. With a gentle tug, Jacob placed Dominque over his shoulder and walked off the stage to the private room beside it, lying him down on the cool sheets before grabbing some washcloths and wiping him down. He laid beside him, holding him tightly as he slept.

When Dominque woke, he turned around, holding Jacob just as tightly and kissing him. “Sleep, Jacob.”

Jacob smiled. The order was one he had become used to hearing after a scene. Before, he would never drift off, but once he heard those words, he knew it was okay to relax and drift off for an hour.

He looked up to the ceiling and found the reflection of them both above him. The memory of the first time he’d laid like this not so long ago came back to him and he smiled. That night he’d considered what his fantasy man would need, but he never thought he would find him. Now here he was laid beside that very fantasy.

Dominque was his whole world. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for him, and all of that was returned. Brushing his fingers through the messy brown locks of Dominque’s hair he closed his eyes, breathing in the scent from his boy.

They had found what they both craved for in life, both helping to heal the other. Their lives were now one, and that’s the way it would always be. This was their forever. What they had was so strong it could never be divided. Jacob fell asleep with that knowledge and felt like the luckiest man alive. He’d repaired the wounded bird who literally flew into his life, and in return, he found the one thing he never thought he would. Love