Honor/Obey: The Complete Collection

by Heart, D. J.

  He didn’t realize that he’d been staring until he looked up and the man winked.

  Jerking his gaze away, David blushed and did a very poor job of pretending to be looking at something on the other side of the bar.

  The bartender snorted, making David’s blush intensify.

  Misha knocked him on the shoulder and grinned, taking two shots from the hot bartender and handing one to David. Lifting the glass to his mouth, David downed the shot and grimaced.

  Tequila. Not his favorite.

  “He totally wants to fuck you.” Misha nodded at the bartender, now busy serving a couple a few seats down. The guy caught them looking, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk that made him look like a sexy pirate.

  David quickly looked away.

  “I’m engaged,” he protested. He may have never been in a serious relationship before, but now that he was engaged he had no intention of cheating.

  Even if Adam was only marrying him for his family’s business.

  The thought – a constant that had been needling him mercilessly ever since he realized how much he actually liked his fiancé – soured his good mood.

  “So?” Misha said, laughing. “That doesn’t mean you can’t still have fun.”

  David rolled his eyes. “I’m pretty sure it does.”

  Misha ruffled his hair, hand curling into a fist and giving a little tug before letting go. David ignored the spark of arousal that ran down his spine, Misha’s thoughtless touch reminding him of the way Adam liked to pull on his hair when getting his cock sucked.

  “You really like him, huh?” Misha said, tilting his head and studying him.

  David squirmed.

  “I guess?”

  “Good for you.” Misha grinned and flagged down the bartender again. “Now let’s do more shots and go see if Amy has any good coke.”

  David had no intention of doing coke with Amy – no matter how good it was – but he took the shot. Together he and Misha made their way back to the dance floor, Misha leading him through the crowd in search of his sometimes-but-usually-not girlfriend.

  They found her dancing with a skinny twink near the bathrooms, their bodies grinding together like they were two seconds away from ripping each other’s clothes off and fucking right there against the wall.

  David glanced at Misha’s face, but rather than upset he looked like he wanted nothing more than to join in.

  Letting go of David, easing out from under his arm and making sure he didn’t fall down, Misha made his way over to the couple and got behind the twink.

  David watched, transfixed, as the twink jostled with surprise, his eyes widening in arousal at the sight of the taller man.

  They clearly knew each other.

  Swaying to the beat of the music, a sea of people shouting and talking all around him, David watched Misha and Amy dance with the cute twink.

  He wondered if Adam would ever go for something like that. He imagined that Adam was with him now – dancing and happy and pressing up against his back – kissing his neck and grinding into him the way that Misha was doing to the twink.

  The fantasy made his balls feel heavy.

  He wondered what Adam would have done if he saw the bartender winking at him. Would he have growled possessively, pulling David close and holding him tight, or would he have grinned and winked back, inviting the other man to come around the bar and cop a feel?

  David shuddered at the thought of Adam sharing him.

  Cock suddenly hard, he opened his eyes to find Misha and Amy staring at him. The twink had his eyes closed, mouth open in rapture, and looking down David could see that Misha had his hand in the boy’s pants.

  “Like what you see?” Misha asked, his voice rough and growly. David could only barely hear him over the music, but at the same time it was like they were the only two people in the room.

  David shook his head, like a liar.

  He did like what he saw, but only because he wanted it for himself with someone else.

  Misha shrugged, unconcerned. “That’s fine. We’re heading into the bathroom. Come with?”

  David shook his head again. Adam wouldn’t want him to do drugs, and for some reason what Adam wanted was important to David now.

  He hoped that Adam felt the same way, but he wasn’t sure.

  Did Adam even think about him when he wasn’t there? Would he still give David the time of day after they were married and the Belvedere corporation was his?

  These were things David didn’t like thinking about.

  He needed another drink.

  “I’ll be… over there,” David said, pointing toward the bar, his voice more slurred than he expected. Misha nodded, his attention moving back to Amy and the twink as the three of them moved into the bathroom.

  Heading to the bar, David found an empty seat and waved at the bartender. It was a woman this time, the bartender who had winked at him stationed further down toward the other end of the room.

  Good. David didn’t have the energy to ward off flirting.

  “What can I get you?” the bartender asked, her tight shirt showing off a magnificent pair of breasts. David had a drunken urge to reach out and squish them, but thankfully he reined in the impulse and moved his gaze up to the woman’s face. If she’d noticed his staring she didn’t say anything.

  She’d probably noticed.

  “Vodka?” he asked, reaching into his pocket for money. He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to her.

  “Sure.” She poured him a shot, sliding it across the bar, and tried to give him change. He waved the money away. He could afford to tip well, and it was worth the bump in service.

  “Thanks,” she said, grinning. “Drinking alone?”

  David shrugged. “I’m engaged,” he said, not quite sure why he was offering up the information.

  The bartender widened her eyes and grinned. “Congratulations!”

  “Thank you,” David said. There was a part of him that wanted to tell her that he wasn’t sure if Adam even liked him, but he knew better than to go spilling thoughts like that to strangers.

  You never knew who would call in a tip to the gossip sites.

  Ordering another drink, David stayed at the bar and listened to the music of the club and the people dancing behind him, waiting for Misha to finish up with his coke and threesome.

  “Here you go, drink up please.”

  David looked at the tall glass of water that had just been set down in front of him. The hand curled around the glass was big, and the voice was deep and manly. Looking up, David locked eyes with the hot bartender.

  “I didn’t order that,” David said, looking down at the glass.

  Hot bartender smirked. “I know, but you’re looking pretty dehydrated. I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t take care of you, now would I?”

  David gut tightened at the way the bartender talked about taking care of him.

  Not knowing what to say, David lifted the glass and drank deep. It wasn’t until the cold water hit his throat that he realized how thirsty he was.

  “Good boy,” the bartender said, winking again.

  David blushed.

  “He’s engaged, Peter.”

  It was the lady bartender.

  “Too bad,” Peter said, making her roll her eyes. David looked up to see Peter staring at him, eyes crinkled from the smile stretching his lips. “If that changes, I’m here every Sunday through Thursday.”

  When David didn’t answer he chuckled and winked again, walking way.

  “He flirts with all the cute boys,” the lady bartender said, shaking her head and refilling his water before moving on to the next customer.

  It made David feel a little less special, and a little less tempted.

  Not that he’d been all that tempted.

  Two drinks later, along with several tall glasses of water, Misha still hadn’t come to find him, and David was bored.

  What was even the point of being at a club if he was
n’t going to dance?

  Getting up, stumbling and almost falling when his legs hit the ground, David steadied himself on the bar and found his footing.

  Swaying, the ground moving beneath his feet like he was on his mom’s yacht, David made his way into the crowd and started dancing.

  This was more like it. Throwing his hands up in the air, head thrown back and face turned toward the ceiling, David let the music flow through him. People occasionally brushed up against him to dance with him, lining their bodies up with his, but when David didn’t reciprocate they all moved on.

  “Let’s get you home.”

  David opened his eyes and found Misha staring at him. The pupils of his friend’s eyes were dilated, huge pools of inky black, and there was an alertness to him that let David know that he must have been successful in his quest to obtain coke from Amy.

  “I’m not finished dancing,” David said, the words coming out in a plaintive whine.

  Misha laughed. “You’re not dancing, you’re sitting down. Now come on, my driver is out front waiting for you.”

  Looking around, David noticed that he was indeed sitting down. He was on the floor next to a table, legs splayed out in front of him, his back up against the wall.

  “Up you go,” Misha said, grabbing his arm and hoisting him up.

  Standing was difficult. The room swayed wildly, everything spinning around. He looked at Misha and tried to focus.

  “You’re so pretty,” he said, reaching out and stroking his friend’s stubble.

  “And you’re drunk,” Misha replied with a laugh. “Now let’s go. Amy is waiting for me, and you know how she hates to wait.”

  “Yes,” David agreed. Amy was monstrously impatient. She’d once left David stranded at a gas station in the middle of nowhere because he’d taken too long to buy drinks. He’d had to wait three hours for his mother’s driver to come get him.

  Ducking in under his shoulder and wrapping his arm around David’s waist, Misha led him out of the club and into the cold night air. The sudden silence was jarring, and sitting down in the back of Misha’s fancy car was like he’d been transported to a whole new world.

  It didn’t seem real that just a hundred feet to his left there could be an ocean of people dancing and making noise.

  “Give me your phone,” Misha demanded, and when David looked at him he could see from his friend’s expression that it probably wasn’t the first time he’d asked.

  Silently, David handed over his phone. Misha held it up in front of David’s face to unlock it before making a call.

  David tried to pay attention, but between closing his eyes and resting his head back for just a second, suddenly Misha was handing the phone back and running his hand through David’s hair.

  “I called Adam. My driver will take you to his building and he’ll meet you at the door, okay?”

  David stared at him and tried to process what he was saying.

  “Do you understand?”

  David nodded, but the motion set the world spinning and for a second it was all he could do not to throw up.

  “Good. I’ll see you later,” Misha said, kissing his cheek. “Tonight was fun!”

  Misha stepped back and the car door slammed shut, and suddenly it was even more quiet.

  Closing his eyes, David felt the car start to move. Before he knew it they were coming to a stop and Adam was looking down at him.

  David grinned, the sight of his beautiful fiancé making his insides light up with happy sparks, but his grin faded at the severe frown marring the older man’s brow.

  “How much have you had to drink?” Adam asked, reaching into the car and unbuckling David’s seatbelt.

  David was startled. He hadn’t even realized he was wearing a seatbelt.

  “Just a little,” David said, letting Adam help him out of the car.

  “Fucking hell,” Adam growled, his hands rough as they steadied David against him and led him inside. David stumbled and Adam had to bend his knees to catch him.

  “On your feet,” Adam snapped, pulling David up with a painful tug on his arm.

  Wincing, David let Adam manhandle him past the expressionless doorman and into the elevator.

  “I can’t believe you,” Adam growled, looking at him through the mirrored wall of the elevator doors. “You’re falling over.”

  “I’m just a little buzzed,” David said, trying not to slur his words.

  What was Adam’s problem? So he was a little drunk – it wasn’t like he’d done coke or molly.

  “We’ll talk about it in the morning when you’re sober,” Adam said.

  Leading David into his penthouse, Adam guided him to the bathroom where he helped him strip off his clothes. With some trouble he then moved him into the bathtub and told him to sit down.

  “I don’t want an enema,” David protested, trying to stand up.

  “I’m not giving you an enema,” Adam said, but with an element of humor in his voice. He lifted the showerhead and turned on the water, waiting for the spray to run hot before turning it on David. “You smell like the inside of a bottle of vodka.”

  The warm water felt nice, and when Adam grabbed a wash cloth and started rubbing him down it felt even nicer. David relaxed back into the tub and groaned, arching his hips when Adam’s hand moved down over his crotch right next to his semi-hard cock.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Adam warned, looking down at David’s face with a dangerous little smirk. “After your performance tonight you’ll be lucky if I let you come again before our wedding night.”

  The dire warning only made David’s cock harden further, his balls feeling full and heavy.

  “Sorry,” he mumbled, not really sorry at all but wishing that Adam would change his mind and touch him.

  “You will be,” Adam said, kissing his forehead.

  David knew that those words should probably have scared him more than they did, but he decided to worry about it later.

  Besides, being punished by Adam wasn’t the worst thing. His hands were big, and it had been far too long since he’d felt them smacking down on his ass.

  “What am I going to do with you?” Adam asked, tilting David’s head back and wetting his hair. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured a generous stream of cold gel down on top of his scalp, massaging it in with the tips of his fingers.

  David wished he wasn’t so drunk so that he could have enjoyed it properly.

  “Feels nice,” he mumbled, the warm water running over his chest shifting as Adam changed position.

  “Lazy puppy,” Adam said, rinsing the shampoo from David’s hair and wiping excess bubbles away from his forehead. “You like it when daddy takes care of you?”

  David’s toes curled in pleasure, his whole body tingling at Adam’s softly spoken question.

  “Yes, daddy,” David said, and even though he was drunk off his ass, he wasn’t so drunk that the words didn’t make him blush something fierce.

  “Good boy,” Adam rumbled, putting the showerhead away. He draped a huge fluffy towel over David’s body and lifted him away from the edge of the tub, wrapping the towel around his back.

  The world spinning again, David let out an oomph as Adam lifted him out of the tub, the weight and effort making him grunt. Wrapped up in the towel and Adam’s strong arms, David could hardly breathe. Adam carried him into the bedroom and set him down on the edge of the mattress.

  Released from the tight bear-hug, David gasped for breath while Adam grabbed the towel and crouched down to dry him off properly.

  “Do you like me?” David asked, the question just sort of popping out of his mouth without any plan or warning.

  “What?” Adam asked, looking up at him with a small frown. “Of course I like you. I’m going to marry you, aren’t I?”

  David shrugged. “That’s just for my mom’s company.”

  Adam’s eyes narrowed. “Do you like me?” he asked, hands coming to a stop on David’s thighs, the thick cotton of the
towel all that separated the meaty paws from David’s skin.

  “Yeah,” David nodded, taking a deep breath. “A lot.”

  Adam grinned. “I like you a lot, too.” He resumed drying him off. “I didn’t think I would – I thought you were going to be a little brat – but you’re a good boy. I wouldn’t be spending all this time with you if I didn’t like you.”

  Adam grabbed David by the nape of his neck and pushed their foreheads together, the tight grin and close contact making David’s lungs work overtime and his whole body feel hot and tight. “You’re my good boy, right?”

  Adam’s voice was a low, possessive growl.

  David nodded as much as he could with Adam holding him.

  “Say it.”

  “I’m your good boy,” David repeated, his cock throbbing to life.

  “Yes you are,” Adam said, kissing him. He speared into David’s mouth, licking over his teeth and dominating him like it was the most natural thing in the world. When he pulled back, he sighed. “We need to brush your teeth.”

  It took David a few seconds to catch the implied criticism, and when he did his humiliation was epic. If there was a hole in the floor he would have crawled into it, but with Adam crouching down over him all he could do was lower his gaze.

  “Come on, let’s go back into the bathroom and clean your teeth.”

  David allowed himself to be led, stumbling and unsteady, back into the bathroom. Adam stood behind him, taller and broader and looking perfectly in control, and reaching around David he prepared the toothbrush and brought it into David’s mouth.

  No one had brushed David’s teeth for him since he was four. He watched himself in the mirror, Adam meeting his gaze, the two of them maintaining eye contact as Adam carefully brushed his teeth.

  David had no idea why this was making his cock so hard, but he was about as hard as he could get while drunk.

  He wished Adam would lower the hand on his belly and touch him.

  “Spit,” Adam commanded, withdrawing the toothbrush and rinsing it. David obeyed while Adam grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, bringing it to his lips. “Rinse.”