Dominion

by Black, Mychael; Carmichael, Shayne

  Nodding toward the bar, Dominic just grinned. "Redhead, far end of the bar. You?"

  Grif looked over at the mortal in question and nodded. "Yeah, the blond near him. The one in the blue shirt. I think you have a thing for redheads, Dominic."

  Lifting an eyebrow, Dominic said, "And you're telling me you don't have a thing for blonds?"

  Grinning, Grif ducked his head slightly as he murmured, "I think I have a bigger thing for dark hair. Same exact shade as yours as a matter of fact." Not so oddly, his preference always came back to Dominic. Grif even preferred the taste of his lover's blood, especially when Dominic had been drinking.

  Dominic's laugh was low and sultry, and he tilted Grif's head up for a light, teasing kiss. "Dinner time." With that, Dominic stepped off of the dance floor, tugging Grif behind him until they reached the bar. From there, he let go, giving Grif a wink before making his move on the redhead.

  Grif remained right where Dominic left him, his eyes traveling slowly over the other vampire's body. He paid no attention to the blond he'd mentioned to Dominic. His eyes were on Dominic instead, watching him approach the redhead. Grif wanted to watch him feed. Taking a side step toward the bar, he rested his elbow on the counter.

  As Dominic drew closer, the redhead looked up, his smile hopeful. Dominic slid behind the young man, cupping the man's jaw and tilting his head back. The redhead's eyes closed slowly and his breathing grew shallow, his chest rising and falling quickly. Dominic whispered something in his ear, lips moving slowly down to the curve of the man's throat. When he struck, it was swift and discreet, appearing to be nothing more than an extended kiss on the neck. The man's eyes rolled back as he shook in Dominic's arms. Eyes fastened on Grif, Dominic licked the bite wounds to close them a moment later. The redhead smiled and laughed. Dominic moved away then, licking his lips.

  Grif barely stifled his growl, and he'd lost interest completely in the blond for a moment. Finally he stirred from his position when Dominic came toward him. Before he could say anything, the young blond insinuated himself next to Grif at the bar counter. Turning his attention to him, Grif smiled faintly as the man made an obvious play for him. Keeping his distance, Dominic sidled up to the bar not too far away and leaned against it casually.

  It did make it so much easier when the donor was more than eager to get up close and personal. Grif held Dominic's steady gaze for a moment before he leaned in toward his overeager victim. A gentle brush of Grif's hand pulled back the long strands of hair as his head descended toward the man as if to whisper to him. Clouding the man's mind, Grif struck quickly, drawing the nourishing, hot blood from him. When Grif finished, he healed the marks. It took no more than a simple mental nudge and the blond chuckled and looked over at the redhead that had so interested Dominic. Without a word, he moved further down the bar to stand beside the other man.

  "Playing matchmaker again?" Dominic teased as he walked up, sliding an arm around Grif's waist.

  "It's an interesting occupation, Dominic," Grif answered with a grin. Turning his back to the bar, he sidled up onto a stool. His legs caught at Dominic, drawing him close. "What do you think? There is a certain something about them together. It'd be a kick to watch them."

  "Mm," Dominic hummed against Grif's neck. "It would be, wouldn't it?" Moving lower, he exhaled on Grif's shirt, just over his nipple. "Or we can go home and you can ride me."

  Resting a hand against Dominic's ass, Grif's fingers kneaded into the tight leather. "Believe me, I wasn't talking about watching them now." He tilted Dominic's head up and pressed a soft kiss to his lover's lips.

  "Good. Take me home and I'll fuck you through the mattress." Dominic stepped back and helped Grif back down, taking hold of his hand to lead the way out of the club.

  Positively grinning like the cat that got all the cream, Grif let Dominic lead him. As he looked toward the door, he saw a face that sent a chill rushing through him, and his mind blanked. He stopped, his hand slipping free of Dominic's. When he blinked, nobody was there. He couldn't have seen what he thought he did. Blinking rapidly in confusion, he swiftly scanned the bar before hurrying to catch up with Dominic.

  "Griffith? Are you all right?"

  Nothing and nobody seemed out of place in the bar. There was no way in hell he could have seen his former master. Looking back at Dominic, he nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine." Tugging at Dominic's hand, Grif pulled his lover quickly out of the bar.

  Just the momentary belief of thinking he'd seen his old master, Quinn, brought back all the memories of what had been done to him. Echoes of the agonizing pain of skin shredded to ribbons from a bullwhip wielded by Tristan flit over Grif's nerves. His body had long healed from that fateful night in the dungeon, but his mind was far too easily pushed off balance. And even deeper from the past came the memories of the rape and torture he'd suffered at Quinn's hand. The man who had created him had also damaged him nearly beyond repair.

  Still Grif tried to hide behind a bland façade of being perfectly all right.

  TWO

  Tage knelt on one of the pillows on the floor. Each strike of the flogger and the accompanying sound from Jason made him squirm slightly. Completely naked, the influence the scene had on him was obvious, his cock twitching with every strike to Jason's skin. Tage tried to keep his movements unnoticeable since he'd been instructed to remain silent until Dominic ordered otherwise.

  "Such sweet sounds," Dominic purred. "Wouldn't you agree, Tage? Is this not a fine sight before us?"

  Jason's head fell forward and he wrapped his hands around the chains holding his arms to the cross. When Dominic's fingers slid down Jason's spine, Tage knew what was coming next. Every muscle in his body tensed, waiting for long fingers to push deep inside Jason.

  "Yes, Jason," Dominic said as two slick fingers slid into Jason's ass. Jason gasped and rocked.

  "Yes, Master. A beautiful sight." Tage nearly stuttered over the words as he swallowed hard. He had to bite at his lip as he watched Dominic's fingers enter Jason. Every frustrated muscle in his body ached and begged for release, yet he still held his position just as he was supposed to.

  Fingers still deep, Dominic unlocked the restraints on Jason's wrists. He nipped at the sub's neck and chuckled. "Have a seat, Jason. Enjoy the show." As he withdrew his fingers, he pulled out a seat from between the bottom cross-beams.

  Jason waited, breathing labored, as Dominic unlocked the cross' rotating platform, turning it until Jason was facing Tage. Then Dominic eased him down onto the chair, every inch of descent maddening as the dildo anchored on the seat slid deeper inside Jason. With his ankles still locked in place, he had no choice but to stay seated—full and breathless.

  Then Dominic turned to Tage. "Come," he said, holding out a hand.

  Dominic positioned Tage between Jason and the wooden cross, and strapped Tage's wrists up. Reaching up to the ceiling, he pulled down a black leather sling, suspended on heavy duty chains. After fitting it around Tage's back and shoulders, he pressed a button on the wall. The chains groaned and rattled as the sling was lifted. By the time he was done, Tage's legs were restrained as well, holding him open, his ass level with Jason's face.

  "Now, since you two seem to greatly enjoy each other," Dominic said, "you should enjoy this. Jason, you are forbidden to come. Tage, however, is allowed—but only by your tongue. You may hold him open, but your tongue is the only part of you that will enter him."

  "Yes, Master," Jason replied, looking up at Tage suspended before him.

  Finding himself completely restrained and hanging in mid-air, Tage looked down at Jason impaled on the chair and shivered. It wasn't unusual for either Dominic or Grif to order them to play with each other while they watched. A soft whimper escaped Tage with the teasing anticipation running through him.

  Keeping his eyes fixed on Tage, Jason spread him open and leaned forward. Jason moaned as he licked Tage's hole, pushing his tongue in just enough to tease before licking around the rim again. Unable to move, Tage
was helpless with the little Jason gave him; he wanted to feel Jason's tongue buried in him. The position left him completely exposed and gave its own feeling of vulnerability. A breath hissed between his teeth with the teasing wetness of Jason's tongue, and Tage whispered his name, "Jason."

  Tage's fingers clawed at the air as he writhed. Each thrust of Jason's tongue into him drew a shuddering response, and increasingly tightening sensations made him cry out as he tried to change the angle of his body. Unfortunately, he was denied movement and the soft whimpers rose in pitch, wanting and needing to reach Jason. The friction of Jason's tongue shot exquisite ripples through him, driving him mad. Turning his head, Tage saw Grif and Dominic. He silently pleaded with his eyes before they closed as another wave of torturous pleasure hit him.

  Jason neither heard nor saw anything beyond Tage. He groaned as he leaned forward, the dildo shifting and sliding. He couldn't begin to stop the rocking of his hips, fucking himself on the toy as he fucked Tage's ass with his tongue. On one particular move, the dildo slid over his prostate at just the right angle and Jason cried out, the sound muffled by Tage's body. Fingers tightening on Tage's buttocks, Jason plunged his tongue in and out, sucking on the puckered skin.

  In the back of his mind, he knew Dominic and Grif were watching, but all that mattered was the man spread out before him like a buffet. His cock throbbed, leaking pre-come steadily, as he ground his hips against the chair, fucking himself harder and faster on the dildo. Control was something Dominic had taught him long ago and now, he was cursing it.

  When the sling started moving again, Jason nearly jumped. He looked up at Dominic and Dominic just grinned. It was then that Jason realized Dominic had unhooked Tage's arms from the cross. Blinking, Jason soon found himself staring into Tage's eyes as Tage hovered in front of him, still in the sling.

  "Once again, Tage is allowed orgasm. Jason, you are not."

  "Oh, fuck," Jason whispered as Dominic lowered Tage just enough for the head of Jason's cock to push inside him. Tage's hands curled to the sling and the smallest wiggle of his hips sent more sensations rocking through Jason.

  "I need you to fuck me," Tage whispered hoarsely, his eyes closing as his lips parted, dragging in a deep, ragged breath.

  "Master, please…" Though he begged Dominic, Jason's eyes never left Tage's face. He was right there, riding the edge as he rocked on the dildo. Every move he made pushed the head of his cock into Tage's ass, then pulled it out. He was already shaking uncontrollably, fingers clutching Tage's hips tightly. When Dominic reached down to slick up his cock, Jason knew their ordeal was ending. As Dominic stepped back again, the sling lowered, pushing Jason balls-deep into Tage.

  Tage's heart raced and the high state of anticipation kept his body literally on the edge. Trembling now, the only sounds he could make were the pleading whimpers that escaped him. He needed Jason in the worst possible way. Every part of him ached to be filled, to feel the release Jason would give him. The stretching sensation inside him short circuited Tage's brain, and he completely lost it. A violent shudder rocked his body as his muscles constricted around Jason's cock. Losing himself in the overwhelming rush, he screamed Jason's name as his body strained on Jason.

  "Come."

  Dominic's command seemed to ripple through the room and Jason roared, shoving his cock inside Tage as he pulled Tage down hard, cock pulsing. Tage ground tightly against Jason, desperate to reach for him. His own eyes were wide as he listened to the other sub and felt the surge of Jason's body to his as he came. Tage's awareness slowly returned to him and he whimpered softly, though he didn't struggle against the restraints.

  "Very good," Dominic purred. "Both of you did very well."

  When Dominic finally unlocked the restraints from Tage's wrists, Jason gathered him close. Tage snaked his arms around Jason's neck. It always required time for him to come down. Still trembling slightly, he clung to Jason as he burrowed in against Jason's throat.

  Keeping his voice low enough to be heard only by Dominic, Grif said, "You are a devious bastard, love."

  "I know," Dominic chuckled.

  Grif watched silently, allowing the time needed. He knew his slave best of all. Nodding to Dom, he smiled slowly.

  "You both are free for the rest of the evening," Dominic whispered in Jason's ear.

  "Thank you, Master," Jason answered, albeit breathlessly.

  Finally moving, Grif reached for Tage's arm to help him up and out of the sling. Then they stepped aside as Dominic helped Jason to stand. Brushing a soft kiss to Tage's ear, Grif spoke quietly to him while Jason regained his feet. After a nod in Jason's direction, Grif released Tage to Jason's care. Jason gave Dominic a kiss and then turned to Tage. With a smile, he slid his arms around Tage and kissed him softly before turning and leading the way back upstairs.

  * * * *

  Reclining in their sanctuary, Grif stretched out on the couch, clad only in a pair of flimsy white cotton pants. Drawing one leg up, he rested his hand on his knee as he closed his eyes. He still wasn't fully certain that he saw what he thought he saw at the bar three nights ago. The man had looked like his old master. Thoughts of Quinn made Grif wince involuntarily as he tried to suppress the flicker of fear nagging at his mind. Slowly he drew in a deep breath. He needed the calming scent of his lover; it pervaded the room, helping him to relax.

  A few minutes later, the couch dipped just between his thighs and then a tongue slid up the middle of his chest, lingered at the hollow of his throat, and finally between his lips. Dom's hair tickled his bare skin, falling over them both as Dom's body pressed to his. Automatically, Grif's arms encircled his lover and the arch of his body pressed to Dom's. Hunger and desperation tinged the kiss as he suckled at Dom's tongue.

  I need you.

  I know.

  Pulling slowly from the kiss, Dom brushed Grif's cheek with his lips, moving toward his ear. "What can I do, love? What do you need right now?"

  Not wanting Dom's lips far from him, Grif turned his head, mouth lingering over the taste of Dom's skin. "Everything you can give me. No holds barred."

  Dominic rocked his hips forward, pushing up against Grif. Pulling back just enough so Grif could see his face, Dominic thrust again, eyes locked onto Grif's. "Do you miss the kiss of a whip? That place it takes you, so far away from this world?"

  Groaning softly, the movement of Dom's body held Grif's rapt attention. He wanted and needed Dom to brand him beyond doubt. To leave neither of them in question as to whom he truly belonged. His mind, body, and soul—all that he was—would be Dominic's. "Yes." The word escaped in a soft hiss breath. As he opened his eyes, the truth was laid bare in them.

  "Mine," Dominic growled, capturing Grif's mouth. Biting down on first his tongue and then Grif's, he filled the kiss with their combined blood, the possessive sound growing deeper, hungrier. "Downstairs. Now."

  Grif shuddered. Those words went through him far deeper than a physical level, and he wanted far more than blood. Untangling from Dominic, he slid out from under him and stood. Giving Dominic a look over his shoulder, he said, "No safe word. Only me and the hand of the man who owns me, at his whim."

  "As you wish," Dominic said under his breath. Once inside the dungeon, Dominic pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, leaving him in his leather pants and nothing more as he closed the door. "Kneel."

  Without hesitation, Grif knelt on the floor, parting his legs wide to Dominic. He rested his hands on his thighs, palms up, and proudly arched his body for Dominic's inspection. Lowering his eyes respectfully, he waited for his master's command. Dominic walked around him, fingers tracing along the tops of his shoulders. When Dominic stopped, he lifted Grif's head. There was no distance in Dom's eyes, only intense, deep love. He slid his thumb over Grif's lips, parting them.

  Grif silently waited for Dominic to take him over completely. The press of his lips touched Dominic's thumb before he opened his mouth willingly. He accepted pain or pleasure, whatever Dominic chose to give h
im. Within the warmth of love, Grif implicitly trusted Dominic to never damage him.

  "Perhaps we should try the cross for ourselves." Dominic released him and helped Grif to stand. Turning him toward the St. Andrew's cross, Dominic brushed Grif's hair away from his ear and whispered, "I love you. There is only trust here." With that, he moved Grif toward the cross, dropping a kiss to his neck before reaching up to the restraints at the top crossbeams.

  "I know, Master," Grif answered quietly as he let Dominic position him to the cross. From somewhere deep inside, he could feel the edge of control slipping away from him as he allowed Dominic to take it. It became defined in his words, tone, and posture, all visible signs of his unquestioning obedience.

  Dominic locked Grif's wrists into the restraints, then slid his hands down his arms, tracing every stretched muscle with his fingertips. As he moved lower, he kissed a path down Grif's spine, his breath hot as he exhaled. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of the thin pants, Dominic pulled them down and helped Grif to step out of them. Then he parted Grif's legs and secured his ankles into the restraints at the bottom.

  Only a slight tug of his arms tested the restraints as a faint flutter of fear stirred in Grif's stomach. Being chained had been something he'd never allowed before, yet he said nothing. Though Grif felt fear at being restrained, his trust in Dominic was far stronger. He was completely naked and vulnerable to Dominic and that knowledge sank deep into the core of Grif. He was Dominic's slave, a toy to be taken whenever his master wished, or denied if it were Dominic's whim. His breath caught in his throat as his body trembled slightly. Yet he still welcomed all of it.

  Moving back up Grif's body, Dominic slipped a hand between his legs, stroking his fingertips lightly over Grif's balls before sliding back to graze over his ass. "I know what you need," Dominic whispered. He reached for the riding crop hanging on the wall nearby with the rest of the whips and floggers. Stepping to the side, he spread Grif's cheeks apart with one hand and tapped his hole with the flat end of the crop.