A Dom and His Writer

by Xenia Melzer

  “My beautiful boy. So eager. I love it.” He treated Dean to a lazy, predatory smile. “Lift your hands over your head. Grab the headboard and don’t let go. If you do, I will punish you. Understood?”

  Dean licked his lips while he obeyed. Precum already leaked from his twitching cock in reaction to Richard’s stern voice. Richard’s smile grew evil. His boy reacted beautifully to the command. So sensual, so delicious.

  Richard bent over Dean and took his lips in a searing kiss, delving in deep with his tongue while his fingers fondled Dean’s balls. Richard’s own need was riding him hard. There was no way either of them would last. Richard reached for the lube in the drawer, squirted a generous amount on his fingers, and went right for Dean’s hole. They had known each other long enough to have had their share of hasty couplings. Richard pressed two of his slicked fingers into Dean, quickly followed by a third. Dean moaned deep in his throat when Richard found his sweet spot and started rubbing it.

  “Master! I can’t…. Please!”

  Richard chuckled despite his own raging hard-on and kissed Dean again while he lubed his cock. As soon as he was done, he sank into Dean’s tight hole and started moving. Dean cried out, jerking his hips upward to give Richard better access, but his hands never left the headboard. He was too well trained to disobey. Richard’s thrusts grew more frantic; he was already close. When he felt the familiar tingling starting in his balls, he grabbed Dean’s cock and tugged it roughly.

  “Come, boy. Now!”

  Dean cried out, his whole body stiffened, and hot cum poured over Richard’s fingers. The sight of his boy in the throes of passion sent Richard over the edge as well. He slammed into Dean one more time before he coated Dean’s inside with his seed. His. Claimed and marked.

  They lay still for a while. When Richard sensed that Dean was close to falling asleep again, he pulled out of him, went to the bathroom to get a washcloth, and wiped his boy clean. Dean mumbled “Thank you” and closed his eyes.

  When Richard came back from the bathroom, Dean was already fast asleep. With a soft smile on his face, Richard cuddled Dean close to his chest, covered them both with the blanket, and enjoyed the feeling of having his boy in his arms again.

  Chapter 17

  THE NEXT morning, Richard woke to the alluring scent of freshly brewed coffee and to the sight of his boy kneeling next to the bed, waiting for him. Richard couldn’t help the smile that threatened to split his face in half. It had been too damn long. The past weeks, Dean had simply been too tired to serve him breakfast. And after a night spent apart, it also felt strange to have Dean bring it to him. Another aspect of their previously perfect relationship that had been disturbed by Emily’s arrival. Richard firmly stomped on that treacherous thought. He wanted to reconcile with Dean, not make things worse.

  “Good morning, boy. Did you sleep well?”

  Dean blushed adoringly. “Yes, Master. Very well.” He hesitated. “I missed this, Master.”

  Richard sighed and held out his hand. Dean took it, cuddling in next to him. “I missed it too, boy. And I’m aware that it is my fault. I wasn’t as supportive as I should have been. I’m sorry.”

  Dean stared at him. “Are you now? Supportive, I mean.”

  Richard met Dean’s gaze. “I’d lie if I said I can embrace this situation wholeheartedly. There’s a lot going on, and I’m not looking forward to having a child in my life.” Richard saw the hurt in Dean’s eyes, but part of their contract was to be always honest with each other. So far, the agreement had worked in their favor. “But I promise to try. I know how much Emily means to you, so I guess I have to learn to live with her. Just don’t expect me to become prime father material. That’s just not me.”

  Dean smiled a little sadly. “I know. Thank you for trying. I really don’t want to lose you.”

  Richard pulled Dean closer and kissed him gently, ignoring the little sting the implication behind Dean’s last words brought to his chest. “You won’t. We’ll find a way, I promise. And now, let’s eat. I talked to my father yesterday, and he wants to meet his grandchild.”

  Dean slapped a hand in front of his mouth. “Damn. We never told him. Is he very angry?”

  “Easy, boy. It’s fine. He was a little miffed, but I think he’s distracted by the fact that he has a grandchild. With some luck, he’ll forget about reaming us a new one when he sees Emily.” Richard shuddered slightly. His father could be quite intimidating. “In fact, I’m counting on it.”

  Dean gave him a wobbly smile. “Then I better dress her in her cutest.”

  “Do that. But after breakfast. I want to savor the moment.”

  AT TEN, Richard’s father arrived with Thor and Donar in tow. Luckily, Richard’s prediction had been right. As soon as the former general laid eyes on Emily, he forgot about his grudge and started cooing over the infant. The two dogs kept on yapping excitedly until his father lowered down to let them sniff the baby. All three men held their breath when Emily stared at the two huge dogs with wide eyes. Then she started to giggle, grabbed Donar’s ear with her tiny fingers, and pulled him closer. The dog obeyed and started licking her face. The happy sounds from Emily grew louder as she enjoyed the attention of her grandfather and the dogs.

  Richard gave Dean a quick kiss. “I have work, but I’ll be back at six. Can you order something from Mamma’s?”

  “Of course. It’s a date.”

  “Mmmm, I love dates.”

  Dean grinned. “Me too.” His face fell. “Don’t expect too much. Julio has taken the day off, what with your father dropping by and everything. We’re on full duty today.”

  Richard felt a twang of annoyance deep inside but reminded himself that he had to get used to this. Their carefree days were definitely over. “It’s fine, boy. We’ll just see what happens, okay? Have a nice day.”

  “You too. I love you.”

  “I love you.” Richard waved goodbye to his father and left.

  DEAN SIGHED when the door closed. This was going to be harder than he had thought.

  “He’ll come around, you know? He just needs some time to adjust.”

  Dean turned to Aaron, who was sitting on the floor with Emily on his lap and the dogs sniffing around. She was by now pretty good at rolling from her stomach to her back, as well as lifting her head. Thor and Donar watched attentively as she demonstrated her skills after Aaron put her on the carpet. And if she used Thor’s front paws for leverage, neither of the dogs would comment on it.

  “She’s really sweet.” Aaron’s voice had a dreamy quality Dean had never heard from the usually commanding man before.

  “Yes, she is. A real joy.” He sat next to Aaron, and they both watched as Emily fingered the dogs’ coats.

  After a few moments of silence, Aaron spoke again. “I’m sorry about your sister. I didn’t know her, but Richard said she was a great person.”

  Dean felt tears threatening to fall. “She was the best sister I could have wished for.” He had to stop talking or he would start crying again.

  Aaron put his arms around Dean’s shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, you know? When my Delilah died, I cried a lot. Let it happen. It’s no good to suppress your sorrow. You have to let it out, or it eats you from the inside. The more you allow yourself to grieve, the sooner you will learn to live with the loss.”

  Dean felt the sobs bubbling up in his throat. “But… but… what about Emily?”

  “It’s fine. She’s fine. We don’t know how much a baby of her age can comprehend, but even if it’s more than what we think, she will sense your sincerity. Just like animals, children can tell the truth between real and fake emotions. As long as you stay true to yourself, you don’t have to worry about her. Letting your feelings out is much better than the tension of suppressing them. Believe me.”

  Dean looked at Aaron, not trying to keep the tears from streaming down his cheeks. “Do you still miss her?”

  “Delilah? Yes. Every day I wake up, I regret losing her.” Aaron started rub
bing soothing circles on Dean’s back. “And then I remember all the happy moments I shared with her. Richard’s birth. The day we first met. The first meal she cooked me.” Aaron made a face. “It tasted like cardboard, but I ate the entire plate and even asked for seconds, just to please her. The next day, she invited me to dinner at a small restaurant and promised not to force her cooking on me before she had finished her cooking class. She was such a great person with a unique sense of humor. I won’t lie to you, Dean. Losing Delilah almost broke me. But even in death, she watched out for me. She sent me these two rascals”—he pointed at Thor and Donar—“knowing they would help me find my way back.”

  Dean leaned into Aaron, craving the warmth and comfort of the older man’s body. Since the relationship with his own parents was nonexistent, he took every scrap of fatherly love he could get. As if he had read his thoughts, Aaron murmured into Dean’s hair, “You know you can always come to me, don’t you, son?”

  “Yes. Thank you. That helps a lot.”

  Aaron patted his back. “It’s a beautiful day outside. Shall we go for a stroll with Emily?”

  At the mention of a stroll, Donar and Thor started wagging their tails. They didn’t move, though, because Emily was now lying between them, pulling their fur and making happy crooning noises. Dean smiled wistfully at the peaceful picture. He only hoped Tricia, wherever she might be now, could see it as well.

  Then he squared his shoulders, got up, and started packing the diaper bag.

  Chapter 18

  RICHARD WHISTLED happily while he climbed the stairs to his home. He and his boy would be going on a date tonight. And not only a vanilla date—they would do a scene at Whisper. He couldn’t wait. A week had passed since the conversation with his father, and Richard had not been idle. He still avoided Emily whenever possible, even though Dean had officially filed for temporary custody by now and it looked as if Emily would become a fixture in their lives. But he had taken charge of their daily lives again. Together with Julio and Aaron, he had worked out a schedule that would allow him and Dean to spend some much-needed time together every week. As of today, his father would be on babysitting duty every Friday or Saturday, depending on his own plans, which gave Richard the chance to take his boy out.

  When he entered the apartment, he saw Dean sitting on the floor together with his father and the dogs. All four were watching Emily who was propped up on her hands, seesawing back and forth, obviously trying to move forward and failing. How two grown men could be so fascinated by the clumsy and futile efforts of a baby eluded Richard, but he was in too good a mood to make a sarcastic comment. Instead, he leaned down to press a kiss on Dean’s lips, nodded to his father in greeting, and then proceeded into the bedroom to get ready for the night.

  He knew he didn’t have to dress up, since they would both change into their leathers once they arrived at the club. Richard took a quick shower, put on his jeans, a soft silken shirt that was as black as his trousers, and equally black leather loafers. He checked himself in the mirror and then went out to collect his boy.

  It took him almost ten minutes until he got Dean through the front door, his boy giving his father last-minute instructions the man had probably already heard, given the way his lips parted in a knowing smile. Then they were in the car, and Richard breathed a sigh of relief. Their evening could begin.

  They hadn’t discussed when the scene would officially start, but when he looked at Dean’s nervously clenched jaw and the way his boy’s hands were kneading the hem of his shirt, Richard decided to dive right in. While he steered the car through the traffic, he took a deep breath and settled firmly in his Dom headspace before he started giving his orders.

  “Sit straight, boy. Eyes on the road.”

  Startled by the commanding tone, Dean did as he was told. Richard noticed that his boy was already relaxing. They always were at their best when they embraced their D/s relationship dynamics fully.

  “Open your trousers. Get your cock out.”

  A quick glance reassured Richard that his boy was not only following his orders, but that he was also starting to get hard. Good.

  “I want you to play with yourself. Left hand on your balls, right hand on your cock. Get yourself as close to orgasm as possible. You’re not allowed to come, though.”

  When he heard the small whimper escape from his boy’s lips, he couldn’t suppress an evil smile. “I’m going to push you today, boy. Make you work for it. How does that sound?”

  Another whimper resounded before Dean managed to answer. His hands were still playing with his balls and working on his now fully erect shaft. “Sounds good, Master.”

  Richard risked another glance and saw precum oozing from Dean’s slit. “Very good, boy. But I want you a little closer. You can do that, I know it. I want you all hot and horny for me, for my big, fat prick. Can you imagine how good it will feel, having my cock deep inside your body, your hole and ass burning from the whipping I’m going to give you? I’m going to put a cock ring on you, maybe even plug your slit, and then I’m going to pound your ass and you won’t be allowed to come.”

  Dean moaned deep in his throat, his right hand working furiously on his hard shaft. His hands were slick with precum, his entire body tensed as his orgasm approached. At the very last moment, he took his hand away, his cock jutting, hips fucking the empty air, frustration apparent in his face. Richard put a soothing hand on Dean’s thigh.

  “Very good, boy. I’m proud of you.”

  Dean moaned. “Master.”

  Richard chuckled. “As much as I would love to see you edging again, we’re already at Whisper. Tuck yourself in and then let’s get inside.”

  Dean hurried to obey. They left their car in the parking lot, proceeded through security, and split at the locker rooms. Richard gave Dean a searing kiss and some additional instructions. “Except for your collar, you will be naked, boy. Once you are undressed, go directly to my private table and assume the position. And, boy, I want to see you all hard and bothered for me, understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. Then off you go.” Richard slapped Dean’s ass playfully, hinting at what was still to come this night. Dean moaned softly and hurried into the subs’ locker room.

  Unlike the Doms’ locker room, where subs were never allowed, the room of the subs was open for Doms. When Dean hurried to his locker, he saw another sub bent over one of the benches, his master inserting a huge butt plug into his ass. The sub had his eyes closed, trying hard to accept the toy while the Dom slid it in and out, widening his boy’s hole, pushing the toy deeper with every thrust. Dean watched them for a moment longer before he went to his locker. He had been a bit worried about staying hard for Richard, but that little show helped greatly.

  Dean felt ecstatic about doing a scene with his master tonight; if only he wasn’t so damn tired. The night before, Emily had woken three times, and he hadn’t had a chance for a nap the entire day. The prospect of getting to bed late today, and after strenuous action to boot, only to be woken tomorrow at six, dampened Dean’s mood. He started undressing, determined to enjoy this evening. It had been too long since they had last shared a scene, and Dean missed his Dom. They both needed this, needed it badly. When he was naked, he stroked himself until he was hard again. The thoughts about his lack of sleep hadn’t helped his erection.

  Dean walked out into the club’s main area, his body as straight as possible, hands clasped behind his back, eyes on the floor.

  Since it was a Friday night, the dance floor was packed, and the sight of all the hot, sweating male bodies in various stages of nudity helped him maintain his hard-on until he reached the quieter back area with the bar and tables. He went straight for Richard’s booth and knelt next to his Dom’s preferred seat, his knees spread, hands now clasped behind his head to display the muscles in his arms and upper body, his cock jutting out proudly from his groin. Just when he was settled, Richard appeared.

  Dean could only see his master�
�s black leather boots, since he hadn’t been allowed to raise his eyes yet. Richard stood there for a moment, not saying anything. Then he patted Dean’s head. “Get up, boy. I need to prepare you.”

  Dean rose gracefully to his feet, waiting for further instructions. Now he could see Richard’s bare chest and the black leather chaps he wore. His rigid cock was barely contained by a jockstrap. Dean gulped. His master was a very fine man. Richard produced a leather cock ring and put it on tight, trussing Dean’s balls and cock up into an obscene package.

  Richard gave Dean’s leaking prick a teasing rub that made Dean’s legs buckle. Then he pulled out a little package of lube and a plug with three orbs made of metal. Dean knew that plug, knew it would be hard to keep inside because of its weight. Richard was going all out, and it made Dean feel bad, because even though he knew it was his fault that they hadn’t had a scene in more than seven weeks, he was too exhausted to greet this toy with his usual enthusiasm.

  If Richard picked up on his discomfort, he didn’t show it. He bent Dean over the table, slicked his hole and the toy with the lube, and then pressed the first orb against Dean’s entrance. Dean gripped the edges of the table to steady himself while Richard worked the toy inside his body, sliding it in and out, wiggling it around, letting the orbs stretch his entrance muscles. Dean couldn’t help but beg. “Please, Master.”

  A hard smack on his ass reminded him that he hadn’t gotten permission to speak. Dean suspected it was the lack of sleep that made him forget the most basic rules Richard had installed. “No talking until I say so, boy. Screams are allowed.”

  Dean shuddered and heard Richard’s deep, amused chuckle. His Dom was definitely enjoying himself. The last of the orbs slid into Dean’s body. Richard moved them around a bit more until he had grazed Dean’s gland several times.