"Yes, Master, please." Grif barely got the words out as his ass jerked slightly. Closing his eyes, he let himself begin to more fully drown in the whisper of promise in Dominic's voice.
Dominic slid the crop between Grif's legs, moving it back and forth. Then he pulled it away and snapped it against Grif's hole again. The slight sting brought out the craving for more in an overwhelming rush. The continued trembling of his body betrayed the need coiling inside Grif, but he remained dutifully silent as he waited for Dominic's pleasure.
Giving Grif one last tap, Dominic stepped back. "Remember: it is me." Then he snapped the crop across Grif's buttocks.
The burning sensation of pain flowed over Grif and he welcomed it, the arch of his body searching for more. "Only you. Always."
"Yes."
Another strike left a second welt over his skin and was followed by the cool, soothing touch of Dominic's hand. Twin sensations of pain and pleasure blossomed through Grif and a low groan escaped him as he bowed his head. Dominic stepped forward and crouched down behind Grif. The touch of Dominic's tongue surprised Grif, the licks tracing each angry red line over his ass. Then Dominic parted his cheeks, spreading Grif open, leaving him exposed. Thrusting slightly back, Grif pleaded silently for his master's attention.
Leaning forward, Dominic kissed Grif's hole before sinking his fangs deep into the puckered skin as he pushed his tongue inside. Grif nearly lost it then and there. The unexpected bite sent reverberations of pain through him, but instead of trying to get away, Grif arched into it. He struggled to contain the almost overpowering urge that rode his body, leaving him shuddering in the restraints and crying out.
"Master!"
Dominic growled against Grif's ass before giving it one last sucking kiss to close the wound, then he stood. A few minutes later, Grif heard him rummaging in one of the cabinets. When he returned, Dominic parted Grif's buttocks again.
"Deep breath," Dominic murmured as he pushed the head of a dildo against Grif's hole.
Thankfully, Grif had calmed the worst of what had hit him when he felt the stretch of his body, trying to accommodate Dominic's toy. Drawing in a deep breath, he pressed back, feeling the entire girth fill him. "Feels so damn good. Oh, fuck."
Dominic worked the dildo in and out of Grif's body. Giving the toy a twist, he sped up the thrusts. "Do not come."
Grif clung to the sheer power of his will as the exquisite waves enveloped him. The movements of his body pushed back on to the toy, letting it fill him. His cock was hard and aching, drops glistening at the tip. He couldn't come yet, not until Dominic told him to. Biting at his lower lip, his teeth drew blood as the friction rubbed against his most sensitive spot, making his body tremble.
Standing, Dominic eased the toy out and stepped away. Then he returned, sliding three fingers inside Grif, working them in and out, spreading him open. "So hot," he breathed across Grif's ear. He added a fourth finger, increasing the pressure to a new intensity.
While he could withstand the assault of the toy, Grif wasn't so sure he could do the same with Dominic's probing touch. A sharp breath hissed between his teeth, then came out in a groan as he pressed into Dominic's fingers, pleading, "Yes, fuck me, Master. Need to feel you."
"With what?" Dominic chuckled low. "My cock..." He tucked in his thumb and pushed. "Or my hand?"
For a moment, Grif struggled with the restraints before he stopped. The control Dominic had over him was excruciating. Grif drowned in a rush assailing him. "You. Come inside me, please. Use me, Master."
Dominic twisted his fingers inside Grif, his knuckles grazing over Grif's prostate with every turn. Then he started pumping his hand, pulling out just enough so the outer ring of Grif's ass was stretched taut, before he plunged back inside. With his other hand, he quickly worked his pants open and moved to stand behind Grif. Slicking his cock with his free hand, he pushed it inside, sliding against his other hand still buried inside Grif's body.
Grif writhed against Dominic with the engulfing pain and pleasure as his body stretched beyond what he had ever known. He cried out incoherently as the pressure filled him, making him feel as if he would split in two. Deeper pulses centered in his ass and spread through him, nearly sending him over the edge. Desperately he clung to the knowledge he couldn't come, no matter what. The cry fell off into whimpers with each movement inside him.
Dominic struck suddenly, fangs driving deep into Grif's throat. As he drank, he started moving, hand and cock alternating, sliding in and out, never leaving Grif empty.
Come.
With permission, Grif fell mindlessly into the void of intense sensations running through him like lightning. As he screamed, his body shuddered violently and inner muscles contracted around Dominic. He could hold nothing back. The spasms of internal release wracked him, then he came again, his come spilling onto the floor.
Growling, Dominic thrust hard, driving both hand and cock deep inside as he came. As he licked the wounds on Grif's neck, he pulled out before easing his hand out of Grif. Once the restraints were undone from Grif's ankles and wrists, Dominic grabbed a towel from one of the shelves under the table and wiped them both off.
"Love..." Easing them both to the floor, Dominic held Grif close, cradling him protectively as they both came back down.
As much as he needed the release, Grif equally had to have Dominic's embrace. He sank gratefully into Dominic's lap as he clung tightly to him. His body still trembled, and Grif tucked his face in against Dominic's neck. Barely coherent yet, his mind sought its full place inside the other vampire, burrowing deeply into him.
"Drink, love," Dominic murmured. "Everything is yours." He tipped his head, baring his neck to Grif without easing his hold on him.
With no thought, his fangs pierced Dominic's throat and Grif shuddered with the rush of power within Dominic's blood. Yours, always yours.
"Always." Dominic held Grif's head to his neck, letting him take what he needed.
THREE
The face grinning at Grif was a nightmare from hell. With no preparation, the burning sting of a lash cut across Grif's skin. His body jerked away from the sensation of pure pain. Yet all Quinn did was laugh as the next hit drew more blood. Ties held Grif to the cross, keeping his body flush with the wood. Somewhere in his mind, Grif knew he had to get away. Things had gone too far lately, and his master had listened to none of Grif's pleas.
"Count them, Grif."
The harsh voice cut through Grif's thoughts, and he screamed with the pain. "No!"
"Grif!" Hands cupped Grif's face. "Griffith, it's me! Just me. No one is going to hurt you."
Still gripped by the nightmare, Grif trembled in stark fear. Momentarily forced to the past, it wasn't so easy for his mind to realize what had been happening. When he finally could focus on Dominic's face, a sobbing cry tore at his throat before he twisted to get as close as he could to his lover, damn near trying to crawl into Dominic.
"Shh…" Dominic eased them back down to the bed, tugging the covers over them before enveloping Grif. "You're safe, baby. You're safe."
Grif wanted desperately to believe that, yet he found his world turned upside down. Simply because he'd imagined he'd seen Quinn. "I'm not right, Dominic. Not right." Grif sobbed out the words. Part of him finally recognized how little he'd truly accomplished over the years. He had yet to get away from his former owner.
Dominic pulled back slightly and tilted Grif's head up. He remained silent for a moment, before he sighed. "I know. Something is seriously wrong, Griffith. These nightmares of yours have been getting worse over the last week. They started the last time we went out. What's going on?"
Generally, he did try to keep things to himself, but after what happened the last time, Grif understood the value of telling the truth. "When we were at the bar, I thought I saw Quinn. But that's impossible. Isn't it?"
For Grif, reality had become a twisted blur, leaving him uncertain of even his own eyesight. Clinging to Dominic, he burrowed tightly again
st his lover, draping his leg over Dominic's. His fingers curled tightly into those strong arms, refusing to let go.
"What?" The word was growled, Dominic's body stiffening. "What does he look like?"
At a loss to describe Quinn, Grif lifted his head, staring helplessly up at Dominic. Biting at his lower lip, it took him a moment to form the words. "He has black hair with a white wing. He is very distinctive, Dominic. Most people are instantly attracted to him."
"I don't want you out of the house," Dominic said sternly, the tone brooking absolutely no argument. Gripping Grif's chin, Dominic fixed a dark stare on him. "I will kill anyone who comes anywhere near you."
The very tone of Dominic's voice helped Grif begin to relax. He just needed to remember that he was safe with Dominic. A bit of a smile peeked out as he whispered, "Yes, Master." Dominic owned him now, but it went far beyond that. What they had between them encompassed not only those elements but also a deep friendship and love. Grif couldn't even begin to explain everything they were to each other.
The tension in Dominic's body eased and he slid his thumb over Grif's bottom lip. Smiling, he said, "At least you know when to rein in that stubborn streak."
Pressing a kiss to Dominic's thumb, Grif murmured, "I was going to argue, but after I messed everything up so badly with Tristan, I thought I better just listen to you."
"You didn't mess anything up, though I'm glad you're finally listening to me," Dominic said as one dark eyebrow rose.
"Only when I have to," Grif shot back tongue in cheek, looking everywhere but at Dominic. "Don't think I've given up arguing when you're wrong." Suppressing his grin, Grif tried to look completely unknowing of the pot he stirred with his words.
Dominic growled and rolled them over, pressing Grif back into the bed. "Only when you have to?"
Squirming to get out from beneath Dominic, Grif broke out laughing. "Of course. Would I listen to you if I didn't have to?"
"Oh, really…" Taking both of Grif's wrists in one hand, Dom pinned them to the pillow above Grif's head. "Perhaps you are in need of a reminder." His gaze never leaving Grif's, Dom slid one fingertip down Grif's side, making a point to move slowly over Grif's ribs.
The squirming increased with the ticklish sensation over his skin. Trying to tug his hands free, Grif stared up at Dominic, still laughing. "No fair. You're taking advantage of me."
Grinning wickedly, Dominic straddled Grif, never releasing his arms. "On the contrary, I'm quite enjoying this." He danced the fingers of his free hand across Grif's stomach, from one side to the other.
Grif's body bucked slightly beneath Dominic in an attempt to free himself, but Dominic was stronger. Laughing helplessly, he ended up writhing beneath his lover, trying to avoid the tickling hand. Dominic never relented, and with every buck of Grif's body, Dominic just tickled harder, laughing as Grif squirmed and writhed beneath him.
"Dominic!" Grif gasped his lover's name out between his own gales of laughter. As ticklish as he was, the feel of Dominic's hand became pure torture, and he couldn't get away from it.
Leaning down, Dominic licked Grif's lips, his fingers sliding back up Grif's side. "Now that I have your full attention, whatever shall I do with you?"
Lifting his head, Grif tried to get a kiss but couldn't quite reach. Twisting as best he could to avoid the hand, he stared up at Dominic. "Whatever you want, Dominic. Anything and everything you want."
Dominic smiled slowly and sat up, keeping a firm hold on Grif's arms. Lowering his other hand to his cock, he stroked himself, licking his lips as he watched Grif. "Mmm," he hummed softly, hissing as he pressed his thumb to the tip. "Feels so fucking good."
Dropping his gaze, Grif watched the movement of Dominic's hand intently. The glistening drops at the head of Dominic's cock had Grif licking his own lips. A persistent tug of his hands yielded no freedom, so Grif ceased to struggle and could only watch as Dominic played with himself.
"When I close my eyes," Dominic said, voice gone deep and rough, "I can feel your lips around my cock, sucking and stroking." He groaned and tugged on the shaft, rocking his hips over Grif's cock. "Want to know one of my greatest fantasies?"
Unable to help the movement, Grif's hips pushed upward, feeling the grinding of his cock against Dominic's ass. Grif's groan mingled with Dominic's as a rush of awakening need flooded him. Raising his eyes to look at his lover's face, he whispered, "What do you want, Dominic? I'd do anything for you."
Fist still pumping slowly on his cock, Dominic leaned down and whispered on Grif's lips, "I want that long, sweet cock of yours…deep inside me."
Grif stared up at Dominic as his hips rocked. For a long moment, he couldn't say anything through the wash of desire that enveloped him. His movements stilled momentarily, and Grif hissed softly, "Yes." He'd never made love to Dominic, nor had he ever asked to. But at times the thought had crossed his mind.
"Need you, Grif." Dominic released Grif's arms and kissed him, tongue sliding into Grif's mouth as he rocked his hips. Please. No Master, no sub… Just you and me, baby.
Once his hands were freed, they moved quickly to Dominic's head as Grif returned the slow, drugging kiss. You have me, my love. Mind, heart, body, and soul. One of his hands remained tangled in the strands of Dominic's hair and the other slid downward to Dominic's hip, pushing his lover against the slow, grinding rock of his hips.
"Griffith," Dominic gasped. "Love…please…"
"I will, beloved. Give me a few seconds to enjoy the moment." Chuckling at Dominic's sudden impatience, Grif had the feeling the tables had been turned on his lover.
Thankfully, the lube was always kept near at hand. Grif reached for it, popping the top before he handed it to Dominic. He did make a considerable effort to still the rising urge inside him. Grif wanted nothing hurried between them, and his first chance to make love to Dominic was something he wanted to savor.
Dominic slicked his fingers and reached behind him, gasping as he pushed a finger inside himself. Then he reached down and slicked Grif's cock, working his fingers up and down the shaft. "So long," he whispered.
Tilting his head slightly when he caught the odd inflection in Dominic's voice, Grif watched Dominic silently. The feel of Dominic's hand sent a shiver through him. His hand worked its way to Dominic's cock, wrapping around it and stroking slowly over it. "I've wanted to feel you before, but I was never sure if you wanted that between us."
"I… Oh, God…" Dominic's head fell back and he thrust slowly into Grif's fist. "In me. Need this. Need you." Shifting back, Dominic's eyes went wide as he began lowering himself onto Grif's cock.
When the incredible tightness surrounded the head of his cock, Grif suddenly had to struggle not to thrust as hard as he could into Dominic. As his hands reached for Dominic's hips, his fingers dug into the bare skin and a sharp hiss escaped Grif. In a split second, he realized what Dominic's initial hesitation had been over. A look of wonder crossed his features as he whispered, "Relax, my love. I won't hurt you if I can help it."
"Oh, God…Grif…" Dominic panted, shaking as Grif's cock pushed deeper inside him. "So fucking tight."
A deep groan answered Dominic as Grif fully penetrated him. The sheath of Dominic's body played total havoc with him as he fought for self control. Lifting his hand to his lover's face, Grif gently caressed the line of Dominic's jaw. "When you're ready to move, do whatever you want, love."
"Don't move, don't move." Dominic shook his head and closed his eyes, taking slow, deep breaths. "God, it's been so long."
The tender drift of Grif's hand trailed over Dominic's features, his own expression a quiet reflection of the deep emotion within him. Remaining completely still, it took quite a bit of Grif's control to subdue his own instinctive urges. His voice softened over his words. "I didn't realize what you were offering me, Dominic. How long has it been?"
"Too long, hundreds of years." Dominic smiled slowly and opened his eyes. He took Grif's hands and put them on his hips. Resting his own hands flat o
n Grif's chest, Dominic started to move, sliding and grinding slowly on Grif. "Feels so good, baby. So deep…"
Wanting Dominic to control the movement and depth, Grif remained still, relishing the exquisite friction over his cock. With deliberate slowness, he began rocking his hips. His fingers flexed against Dominic's hips, holding tight.
Dominic shuddered and his fingers curled against Grif's chest, the movements increasing. "Grif…" Dominic started shaking, nearing the edge of release quickly. "Don't stop."
With the pleas, the upward grind became thrusts, Grif pushing deep inside Dominic. Grif watched the fire of need ignite in Dominic's eyes and one hand released his hip to move to Dominic's cock. The stroke of his hand matched the rhythm of his hips as Grif kept control just long enough to ensure his lover's pleasure.
Dominic's thighs tightened and his eyes widened suddenly. "F-fuck…oh, God." Hips snapping, Dominic roared, body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure drove him over the edge.
A sharp growl rumbled from Grif as Dominic came, and he felt Dominic's seed slicking his hand. His own need became paramount, tightened sharply by Dominic's uncontrolled movements. Thrusting more deeply, his nails curled into Dominic's skin with the harder rhythm. The intensity of his sounds rose in pitch right before Grif tumbled into his own release, crying out Dominic's name. A split second later, Dominic's fangs were embedded deep in his throat. Dominic drank deeply, coaxing the pleasure to last, fingers twisting in Grif's hair. Turning his head, Grif bit at Dominic. The rest of the world washed away leaving Grif balanced for once.
As they both started to slowly come back down, Dominic licked the wounds closed. He opened his mouth, then shook his head.
Understanding, Grif healed the wounds and drew slowly back. Staring at Dominic, he smiled slowly as his hand cupped Dominic's cheek. "I know."
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