A Dom and His Writer

by Xenia Melzer

  “Oh, Dean. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you I wouldn’t have been angry if you had fallen asleep, but I’d rather have had you sleeping than safewording. We both know how important safewords are and that you had every right to use yours. Nevertheless, I felt as if you had betrayed me somehow.”

  When he saw the pain in Dean’s eyes, Richard rephrased his sentence. “Not in the way you may think. We’ve been together for five years, and I don’t think I exaggerate when I say that our relationship is unique, even for BDSM standards. You had never safeworded before, because I always anticipated your needs and emotions. We were perfectly in tune, a fact I took great pride in. When you ended our scene, it made me realize that I’m not as perfect a Dom as I thought, which stung. All I cared about was my wounded pride.”

  A little insecure, Richard looked at Dean. Admitting his faults cost him.

  Dean pressed a gentle kiss on Richard’s cheek. “You are a perfect Dom. My perfect Dom. You sensed that I couldn’t reach my subspace and instantly tried to change the scene, to give me another chance. It wasn’t your fault that I was just too tired and that I hadn’t told you that. To be honest, I hated using it. I know safewording is nothing to be ashamed of, that it’s vitally important for the games we play, but, like you, I took pride in the fact that I never had to use mine. I always thought ‘my Dom knows me so well and I trust him so implicitly that there’s no need for it.’ And because I thought like that, I was devastated when I had to use it. I guess that was pretty stupid.”

  “No, it was not. It just shows that the people who thought about safe, sane, and consensual in the first place knew exactly what they were doing. There’s always the possibility of a scene going wrong, and I would have hated myself if you had wanted to end the scene but couldn’t. It’s better like this.” Richard smiled wistfully. “I just wish we had that conversation right after the scene, not only now. Well, better late than never. I just hope you still trust me, at least on the Dom front?”

  Dean looked at Richard as if he had lost his mind. “Why wouldn’t I trust you? You respected my safeword although you were really angry. What more could I ask for?”

  A grin of pure relief blossomed on Richard’s face. “A lot. You have the right to ask for everything from me. At any time.” He turned serious again. “Now that we have talked about this, how do you feel about giving me another chance at being your Dom and lover? I swear, this time I won’t let you down.”

  “There’s nothing I would love more!” Dean slung his arms around Richard’s neck. After a few moments of blissful, happy silence, he checked the clock on the wall. “Aaron should be back with Emily soon. Perhaps we can ask him to keep her for the night.”

  Richard caressed Dean’s forehead with his fingertips. “That’s a good idea. And if he doesn’t have time, you can teach me how to prepare Emily for bed.”

  When he saw the look of pure astonishment on Dean’s face, Richard shrugged. “I’m aware that you and Emily are a package deal.”

  “And you’re fine with that?”

  Richard thought about it for a moment. “Martin had an interesting question for me the other night. He wanted to know if I would have gone after you if you already had Emily before we met. The answer was a solid, unconditional yes. So I’m going to learn how to take care of her, because there’s no way I can live without you.”

  Tears pooled in Dean’s eyes. He wiped them away and took Richard’s lips for a deep, lingering kiss. “I love you so much, Richard Miller. Thank you.”

  Before Richard could answer that, the front door opened, and Thor and Donar came racing into the room, their tails wagging like crazy as they greeted Dean and Richard. Richard’s father followed with a giggling Emily in his arms. He looked at the two men with raised brows. “What are you doing here, son?”

  Richard pulled Dean closer and noted how giddy it made him when his boy slung his arms around his neck once again. “Making up with the love of my life. What else?”

  His father blew out his breath. “Thank God! I was starting to wonder what took you so long.” A scolding tone crept into his voice. “You’re normally not that slow.”

  Richard cringed. “I’m sorry, Dad.”

  “Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to your boy!”

  “He already did that.” Dean beamed at Aaron. “But he would like to do a bit more than just apologizing tonight….”

  Richard’s father smiled warmly. “I get it. I’m going to take Emily with me. Shall I tell Leeland?”

  “That would be great. Thank you, Aaron. You’re the best!”

  Dean ignored Richard’s glare and started packing his bags. “I guess Leeland is going to be relieved to have his couch back.”

  Richard went to gather the three bags from behind the door to the kitchen. “We will find a way to thank him adequately, boy. Now hurry up. I want you home and in the playroom as soon as possible.”

  His father laughed. “Don’t overdo it! Dean hasn’t slept a lot in the past few weeks.”

  “I won’t. I intend to take good care of my boy.”

  Richard looked down at the table where the documents about the house purchase were scattered. “Do you need those, Dean?”

  Dean nodded. “I was thinking about buying a house for Emily and me to live in. There are complications, and I can probably back out, but I guess I still need those.”

  Richard just glanced at the papers before he shoved them in the front case of one of the bags. “A house doesn’t sound too bad. You can show it to me and then we’ll see.”

  The way Dean’s face lit up happily told Richard how much his boy loved the idea. They finished packing, Dean kissed Emily goodbye, his father patted both Richard and Dean on the back, telling them not to mess up again, and then they were on their way back to the apartment.

  Chapter 23

  DURING THE ride, Dean stayed silent. Too much had happened, and he needed time to process everything. When they arrived, they carried the bags upstairs, left them in front of the couch, and proceeded to the bedroom.

  Dean felt anticipation building in his stomach. God, how he had missed the scenes! As soon as he was through the door, Richard took his hands and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “Since I can see how tired you are, boy, we’re not going to do a strenuous scene. First, let’s clean up.”

  Dean shuddered and followed his master into the bathroom. Richard turned. “Strip.”

  The sure, commanding tone made Dean’s cock twitch expectantly. He started undressing, taking his time, enjoying the look of sheer hunger on his master’s face. When he turned his back to Richard and slowly slid his jeans over his hips, bending forward in the process for maximum effect, Richard actually started growling. “Naughty boy.”

  Dean straightened up and winked at him. With another growl, Richard pulled him close. Their lips met in a searing kiss that stole Dean’s breath away.

  Nobody kissed like his master.

  Groaning, he rubbed his naked skin against Richard’s still fully clothed body, enjoying the friction of the cloth. Richard planted his hands firmly on Dean’s asscheeks, drawing him to his toes. Dean let his head fall back, exposing his throat to Richard’s fevered kisses and bites in the universal gesture of submission.

  Richard swiped his tongue along Dean’s chin, bit slightly into the soft skin at the juncture between his neck and his shoulders, and then he retreated, panting heavily. “Undress me.”

  Dean moaned, the tone as well as the command itself driving him crazy. He started undoing the buttons of Richard’s silken shirt. When he reached the last one, he let the fabric slide over his master’s shoulders to the floor. Then he knelt, his head level with Richard’s groin while he undid the belt and opened the fly of his jeans. He pushed them down and helped Richard step out of them, taking off his socks in the process. That left only Richard’s briefs, and they went the same way the jeans had taken. Gloriously naked and hard as nails, Richard stood in front of the still kneeling Dean, who started to nuzzle h
is master’s big, fat cock.

  RICHARD GRITTED his teeth. The temptation to give in to his urges was almost overwhelming, but he had other plans for tonight, plans that—

  He lost his train of thought when Dean closed his soft lips around his cock and started sucking. Perhaps one quick orgasm would allow him to take the edge off? That wasn’t unreasonable. Although Richard wasn’t sure if he would recognize unreasonable when he saw it right now. All his blood seemed to have congregated in his prick.

  Dean kept on sucking, taking him deeper with every swallow, his tongue massaging the underside of Richard’s cock. Richard fisted his hands in Dean’s hair, giving a firm tug to the left, their silent sign that he was close. If Dean didn’t feel like swallowing him, he could back out now. Or he could suck even harder and start to fondle Richard’s sack, speeding his orgasm along. With a guttural roar, Richard emptied his balls into Dean’s willing mouth, basking in the pure bliss the act brought him. Richard took a few deep breaths to regain his composure while Dean licked him clean, the soft laps of his boy’s tongue arousing him anew. Then Richard bent down and lifted Dean up, kissing him deeply, tasting himself on the soft lips. “Thank you, boy. That was real good. Love you.”

  Dean snuggled closer, his own erection grazing Richard’s thighs. “It was my pleasure, Master.” He grinned, just a tiny bit challenging. “I love you too.”

  “Brat.” He started leading Dean toward their walk-in shower. “Before we proceed, we need to shower. I would prefer to have a long, hot bath with you, but judging from the circles under your eyes, you’d probably fall asleep.” He pressed another kiss on Dean’s forehead. “And as much as I want you to get your rest, I need to have you first. It’s been too long.”

  Dean stepped into the shower, his head bent sideways so Richard could see the lust burning in his eyes. “I wouldn’t want to fall asleep right now. I want you. I need you.”

  Richard quickly closed the shower door and turned on the spray. As the warm water from the four showerheads started cascading down their bodies, he took Dean’s favorite body wash, squirted a generous amount on his hands, and started soaping his boy. Dean moaned in pure bliss.

  Richard let his hands glide over every inch of Dean’s body, making sure he was perfectly clean. His fingers drew circles on the sweet asscheeks, coming closer and closer to his target. When he let the tip of his right index finger slip into the taut hole, Dean moaned and bucked his hips, trying to impale himself on Richard. Richard blew his breath into Dean’s left ear, tracing the earlobe with his tongue. “Do you like that?” He allowed his finger to slide deeper.

  Dean tried pushing back with more force, but Richard held him steady with his left arm. “Don’t. You’re exhausted, so don’t fight me.”

  Shivering, Dean complied. Richard kept on teasing him, adding a second finger, then a third. With his free hand, he grabbed Dean’s weeping cock, stroking it until Dean’s knees grew weak and Richard had to steady him.

  “Please, Master. Please, take me.”

  There was so much raw need in Dean’s voice that Richard realized they would never make it out of the shower and into the bed. Not with both of them so starved for each other and Dean so tired. He helped Dean to find a comfortable, stable position against the tiles and then breached him without ceremony. Dean pushed back onto him, welcomed him with his perfect heat, with this body that was so undeniably in tune with his own.

  Richard thrust deep, establishing a quick rhythm that drove them both to the edge in no time. When Richard felt his own orgasm building, he tugged at Dean’s cock, alerting him. “Close, boy. So close.”

  “Me too, Master. Please. Together. Fill me up.”

  It didn’t take more for Richard. Dean rarely talked dirty. He usually wasn’t coherent enough, but on the few occasions he did—it always slew Richard. With two more powerful thrusts, he let his orgasm wash over him and enjoyed the sensation when Dean, too, came and started milking his pulsing prick with his sweet, sweet hole.

  Panting, they stood under the warm spray and enjoyed the feeling of being close. When Richard felt his cock soften, he slowly pulled out of Dean, still holding him tight. His boy was even more worn-out than he had thought, and he was determined to get him into bed as quickly as possible.

  Richard washed them both down once more; then he toweled Dean dry and carried him to the bed. They snuggled together under the covers, Dean burying his nose in the crook of Richard’s neck, inhaling deeply. “I’m sorry, Master. This wasn’t much of a scene.”

  Richard petted Dean’s still slightly damp hair. “On the contrary, boy. It was the best scene we’ve had in a long time. This was us, pure and simple. Sometimes it’s good to reconnect like that.” He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. “God, listen to me, all sappy and soft, nothing like a big bad Dom.”

  Dean chuckled against his neck, still busy crawling into Richard’s skin. “You’re the biggest, most badass Dom I’ve ever had.”

  “I’m the only Dom you’ve ever had.”

  Again a chuckle. “Okay, how about this: you’re the biggest, most badass Dom I’ve ever met. And the best thing is, you’re mine.”

  “That sounds a lot better.” Richard hesitated a moment. “I love you so much, Dean. So much.”

  Dean stopped nuzzling Richard’s neck and looked up, his beautiful eyes big and sincere. “And I love you, Richard. You are my world.”

  Content, Richard kissed Dean on the tip of his nose. “Let’s get some sleep. It was a long two weeks.”

  “Yes, it was.” Dean turned around and let Richard spoon him, their favorite position to fall asleep in. It didn’t take long until both of them were snoring lightly, both feeling safe and secure in the presence of the other.

  Chapter 24

  THE NEXT morning, Dean woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. When he opened his eyes, he caught sight of Richard, who was sitting next to him in bed, the breakfast tray on the nightstand and a cup of steaming coffee in hand. Dean blinked once or twice, because he couldn’t remember when Richard had last brought breakfast to bed. That was his job as Richard’s sub. “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t wake.”

  Richard smiled and handed him the second cup before he reached for the tray. “That’s fine, boy. After the weeks we’ve been through, I didn’t expect you to make breakfast today. I wanted you to catch as much sleep as possible.”

  Dean felt himself blush. “Thank you, Master.”

  Richard pressed a quick kiss on Dean’s temple before he handed him his bowl of cereal. “You’re welcome. Now eat. We have a lot to discuss.”

  Dean did as he was told but didn’t get far. Suddenly he had Richard’s spoon hovering in front of his mouth with a scoop of yogurt and a strawberry on it. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth, accepting the food his Dom was offering.

  They often fed each other; the act was so intimate and wonderful. Dean returned the favor by offering Richard a spoonful of his own yogurt and cereal, and between sips of coffee and fruit they hand-fed each other, breakfast was soon finished. They put the bowls and empty mugs on the tray before they set it aside. Then Richard reached for a big brown envelope Dean knew all too well. He gasped.

  “Master!”

  Richard smiled and ran his free hand soothingly over Dean’s upper arm. “Don’t worry, boy. It’s not what you think. I don’t want to cancel our contract.” He frowned. “But our circumstances have changed, quite drastically, I may say, so we have to revise the contract. There are some things we have to change, new paragraphs we have to add. Are you ready for that?”

  Dean seemed torn for a moment. Then a shy smile started to blossom on his lips. “You really thought this through, didn’t you, Master?”

  Richard cocked an eyebrow. “What did you expect? As soon as I realized that you’re the only one for me, I started planning. So let’s go over this.”

  Richard pulled the documents with their D/s contract out of the envelope and placed them on the sheets before he grabbed
a pen.

  “I assume it’s safe to say that we can leave the section about the sexual practices alone. Or has anything changed?”

  Dean grinned and shook his head. There weren’t many things he wouldn’t be willing to try with Richard, and those few were listed under his hard limits. “Nope. In that department, everything’s stellar.”

  “Glad to hear it.” Richard chuckled. “What we do have to talk about is the 24-7 aspect of our relationship. I think this is no longer a possibility. At least not at the moment.”

  Dean gulped. He knew how important the 24-7 had been for Richard in the past. “I can still try, Master. I don’t want you to give this up. You love having me under control all the time.”

  Richard gently kissed Dean on the mouth. “I do. But this is not something we can achieve right now. Emily takes up too much of your time, and between her and both our work, it wouldn’t be fair to either of us.”

  “But….”

  “Remember what I told you about business once? That a good compromise can turn into a victory?”

  Dean nodded dazedly. He couldn’t see how giving up the 24-7 would be a good thing. Richard kept on talking. “We are no longer as careless as we’ve been before. And the past weeks have shown that we must find a new balance. So we erase the 24-7 and decide on a set number of scenes we have every month. Scenes where we actually leave the house and go to Whisper. Until we get a better feel for the new dynamics, I’d say two scene dates per month are an achievable goal.”