Dominion

by Black, Mychael; Carmichael, Shayne

  A quick breath hissed between Grif's teeth with the teasing ripple of pain radiating over his skin. Staring heatedly at Dominic, he said, "I want more."

  "Then you will get more." Dominic flicked the clamp with his finger before teasing the other one to get it hard. "You will always get what you need with me." He rolled Grif's nipple with his fingers, then tugged on the ring.

  "I know." Grif gasped out the words, responding to the minutest signals of pain. Other than the upward arc of his chest, Grif really couldn't move except to squirm, but he desperately wanted more.

  Dominic carefully clamped Grif's nipple. Then he gave the chain connecting the clamps a good tug. "What do you want, Griffith? What do you need to feel?"

  "I need you to help put me together again, Master." The answer came from deeper within Grif, beyond the physical sensation but drawn out by it. Radiations of tingling pain burrowed beneath his skin, making Grif close his eyes. "Please, Master, hurt me, whatever you want. Just make me whole."

  "Open your eyes." The command was followed by a sharp tug on the chain. "I want you to see me. I want you to know it's me."

  Grif's eyes flew open, his gaze searching Dominic's, desperately connecting to him as he fixated on Dominic's face and the sharper pain.

  Dominic smiled and reached down, cupping Grif's balls and pulling them downward. "Very good," he purred.

  The nudge of Grif's hips tried to keep the contact to Dominic's hand. Pleasing Dominic had its own small tug on his psyche.

  Releasing Grif's balls, Dominic dipped two fingers into the gel. "You are mine," he said, circling Grif's hole with both fingers. "Never forget that, Grif."

  "Never will, Master." Each of Dominic's actions pushed at the inner mechanism, reminding Grif of his completely open position. The vulnerability in it slowly sank into his mind. Dominic fully controlled him and Grif's thoughts absorbed the sensations and feelings it engendered in him. His eyes never strayed from Dominic, and he tried to push against Dominic's fingers.

  "Only at my hand can you feel this," Dominic said, pushing both fingers deep inside Grif. He curled them forward, stroking lightly over Grif's gland.

  A low moan rose in Grif's throat and his hips bucked slightly with the teasing graze of Dominic's fingers. Already his cock was hard, and it had taken very little on Dominic's part to do it. Simple need became a desperate craving Grif tried to vocalize. "Please, Master. Keep touching me."

  Dominic withdrew and slicked up his hand, then slid three fingers into Grif. "Always." He worked his fingers in and out, stretching Grif open.

  Grif's hands clawed at the air as his body writhed to the opening of his body. He tried to bear down harder on Dominic's hand, inner muscles tightening. The sounds from his lips rose in tone and urgency with the increase of pleasure coursing through him.

  "Deep breath." Dominic added a fourth finger, then tucked his thumb in. "Let me in, Grif," he said, pushing slowly but steadily.

  Grif's eyes widened with the burning sting stretching him. Forcing his body to relax, he pulled in a slow, deep breath before he nodded to Dominic. It hurt, but it felt too damn good, the throbbing pulse centered in his body threatening to drive him over the edge.

  "Yes…" Dominic hissed as Grif's body sucked him in. He curled his fingers slowly into a fist inside Grif. "You are forbidden to come."

  Grif ground helplessly against the hand inside him, his body nearly coming off the table. The straps held his arms and legs down, controlling a great deal of his movement. After crying out with the initial pain, Grif bit at his lower lip to try to control the relentless sensations riding him. "Yes, Master!"

  Dominic pumped his fist slowly back and forth, then bent, capturing Grif's mouth in a deep kiss. What do you feel? What are you thinking now?

  Grif became lost in the world of sensation Dominic put him in, and he hungrily opened to the bruising kiss. Need. Oh, God, need. Want to please you.

  Pulling back from Grif's lips, Dominic stared down into his eyes. "Come on, Grif. Ride my hand." Dominic worked his hand deeper, twisting it back and forth.

  The movement of Grif's hips increased, rocking hard against Dominic's hand and leaving Grif shuddering with the intensity filling him. Focused solely on Dominic, Grif could only cry out, begging for the release forbidden to him. The struggle for control of his own need and the overwhelming demand left him helpless. "Master, it's so close, please Master. Need your hand."

  "Not yet." Dominic reached up and unclamped one nipple, immediately sucking it into his mouth. Pushing his hand deeper, he sank his fangs into Grif's skin.

  Sharp, exquisite pain rushed through Grif, straining his body off the table as far as it could go. Sinking beneath the intense rush, he sucked in several deep breaths in an effort to force back the orgasm that wanted to take over. He was so close to the edge and couldn't fall over it, couldn't let his master down.

  Not releasing Grif's nipple from his teeth, Dominic unclipped the other and twisted his arm. Now let me hear you. Make me believe you want it, Grif.

  More pain and pleasure followed, pulling Grif into the mindless demand of his body. The rock of his hips pushed to a frenetic level, flooding him, and his voice came out in a tortured sob of sound. "Trying to stop. Can't. Please, Master, I have to. Let me."

  Dominic bit harder and started pumping his arm in and out of Grif. Come. Scream for me.

  With only Dominic's permission, the tidal wave washed over Grif as his mind and body let go and Grif gave in completely to it. All the more intense for having been denied, it left Grif screaming in its wake, his release splattering him and Dominic. Completely vulnerable to Dominic, the sound slowly faded and Grif fell back against the table.

  "Shhh…" Dominic eased his hand out slowly and reached for a towel hanging on the end of the table. He unhooked Grif's wrists and legs. "Come here, love."

  Shivering convulsively, Grif couldn't stop. The moment his master freed him, he tried to get closer, needing the safety and contact. Deep within him, Grif couldn't disconnect at all from Dominic.

  Dominic held him close, petting Grif's hair and back. "I'm here. I'm always here. This is a part of you, Grif."

  Clinging to Dominic, Grif burrowed against him. Internally, he'd begun the acknowledgment of who he was, making a concerted effort to divorce the notion of play from what was actually happening. It brought him close to the nightmare of his own life, and his mind shied away from that. And he knew, with an odd sense of relief and unease, that each and every thought crossing his mind crossed Dominic's as well.

  "Let's go get a bath started. Then we can talk." Dominic helped Grif off the table, holding him a moment longer. "I love you. You know that, right?"

  "I know you do. It's the only thing that keeps me going," Grif whispered, clinging tightly to Dominic before he finally released him. Without being told, Grif padded silently toward the small back hall and into the bathroom to start the bath.

  Dominic was right behind him, and when Grif turned around, Dominic was naked and watching from the doorway. As the tub filled, Dominic pulled Grif to him, taking a long, slow kiss. Grif opened willingly, melting against Dominic.

  Ending the kiss, Dominic rested his forehead to Grif's, smiling as he looked into Grif's eyes. "You're beautiful."

  "Am I? Even as I am?"

  "And how are you, Grif?" Dominic stepped back and turned Grif around, forcing him to look into the mirror. "What do you see?"

  Lately Grif couldn't even define himself; the only place things made any sense to him was with Dominic. Staring into the mirror, at first Grif looked at Dominic, then at himself. Grif saw that he looked terrified and he had to literally force himself to continue looking at his reflection. "Quinn made me into this, whatever it is. God, I hate that. Couldn't fight against him. Only for Tage's sake, not my own. Is that what happens because of what I am?" Confused beyond words, Grif met Dominic's eyes in the mirror, staring helplessly.

  "No," Dominic said with particular vehemence. "Want to know what I see? I
see a man who would give his own life for someone he loves. I see compassion, generosity, determination. I see strength beyond anything I have ever witnessed on a battlefield. I see beauty so strong it hurts. I see the love of my life, struggling to regain his own."

  Holding Dominic's gaze, Grif couldn't look away. The words soothed over a deep, internal wound and Grif slowly smiled. "In your eyes, love, I could take on the world. You are the reason I want and need to be who I am; only you would give me your strength."

  "You have your own strength, Griffith. You only need to remember it. Don't make me the reason for anything. You alone should be the reason."

  Turning to face him, Grif carefully considered Dominic's words. "I'm not sure how much strength I have in myself. Not anymore. I believe I have enough to struggle past Quinn; it's somewhere inside me. Without you, I'm not sure I would make the effort anymore. Does that make sense?"

  Dominic leaned over to turn off the faucet. "It does." He stepped into the tub and sank into the water, then held out his hand to Grif. "But I know you have strength, Grif. I'm determined to help you find it again."

  Taking Dominic's hand, Grif joined him in the tub, settling in front of Dominic. With a sigh, he relaxed back against the solid, reassuring form. "I only hope I don't drive you crazy in the meanwhile, Master."

  "You won't," Dominic whispered, peppering Grif's neck with light kisses.

  NINE

  Standing at the sink, Grif carefully warmed the bottle of blood beneath the spray of hot water. He knew exactly how Dominic liked it and part of his duty was to ensure everything was properly ready for his master. Dominic was still resting and Grif had gotten up early to attend to everything Dominic wanted when he woke. Drying off the bottle, he set it on a small tray along with the crystal goblet and headed silently for the bedroom. Dominic was still sleeping, lying on his back, sheet covering only the slightest bit of his body. It looked as if he'd moved, which meant he'd be waking soon.

  After setting the tray on the stand near the bed, Grif leaned over enough to brush a soft kiss to Dominic's lips and whispered, "It's eight o'clock, Master." Settled at the edge of the bed, he reached for Dominic's robe and pulled it off the bedpost.

  A grumble sounded and Dominic stirred, eyes blinking open slowly. When his gaze fell on Grif, he smiled. "Good evening, love. I trust you've been busy." He reached out, took the robe from Grif's hand, and set it to the side. Then he tugged Grif down for a kiss.

  "Of course I have…" Grif's answer trailed off as he opened to Dominic. Completely pliable to his master, Grif knew whatever Dominic wanted, he would get.

  Tongue delving into Grif's mouth, Dominic reached around with his other hand, groaning softly when his fingers touched the base of the plug. Gripping the flared edge, Dominic tugged slightly—not enough for it to come out, but enough to cause the silicone toy to rub steadily over Grif's gland.

  In an instant, Grif reacted, his backside squirming with the sensations shooting straight through to his cock. One hand rested against Dominic's chest, Grif's nails scratched at his master's skin.

  "Pleasure me," Dominic whispered into the kiss, seating the plug inside Grif once more.

  "Yes, Master." Eager to obey Dominic's will, Grif's lips trailed slowly downward over Dominic's chest. A light nip of his teeth teased over each nipple before he continued lower. Pushing the covers downward, he curled his fingers around Dominic's cock, his mouth quickly followed, lips sealing around the head.

  Dominic rumbled, hands landing on Grif's hair, petting, stroking. "Yes," Dominic hissed, hips rolling and pushing his prick deeper into Grif's mouth. "Teeth, love. Let me feel them."

  Grif quickly engulfed the rigid flesh, suckling tightly around it. The gentle glide of his teeth ran along the shaft in answer to Dominic's command as one of his hands nudged between Dominic's legs; rubbing just beneath his balls.

  Legs spreading, Dominic groaned and began thrusting slowly into Grif's mouth. "Keep doing that."

  Everything he did was for his master's pleasure and Grif reveled in it. He took pleasure from the hitch in Dominic's voice. Skillfully, his mouth and fingers worked over Dominic, throat relaxing to swallow his master deeply. The graze of his teeth teased over the flesh with each upward slide and his tongue rapidly flicked against the sensitive underside of the head. More than anything, he wanted the taste of his master's come flooding his mouth.

  "Grif." The name was whispered seconds before Dominic came, panting and thrusting, pouring his release down Grif's throat.

  Greedily, Grif drank every last drop. Gently massaging beneath Dominic's balls, he cleaned Dominic off, then lifted his head. Though he was desperately needy himself, he didn't say anything. Quietly, he opened the bottle of blood and poured it into a glass, then handed it to Dominic for his consumption.

  His gaze never leaving Grif's, Dominic sat up and took the glass, drinking slowly. "Have you fed?"

  "No, Master, I haven't." Properly deferential, Grif bowed his head slightly as he waited for further orders from Dominic.

  Setting the glass down on the bedside table, Dominic pulled Grif to straddle his lap. "Feed," he commanded.

  Settling across Dominic, Grif had to resist any overt gestures. The temptation beneath him was very hard to ignore. Placing his hands on Dominic's chest, he leaned forward and nuzzled against Dominic's throat. A soft growl escaped Grif before his fangs sank quickly into Dominic.

  Dominic's fingers dug into Grif's hips, holding him tight against his body, Dominic's cock growing hard once more. "Yes..." Dominic's head fell back, his hips rocking up to press his cock against Grif's ass. With only a simple parting of his legs, Dominic forced Grif's thighs apart as well.

  Grif's fingers flexed against Dominic's skin when he felt the rubbing pressure of Dominic's cock. Swallowing quickly, a deeper growl escaped him before he could silence it. The shift of his body positioned him where Dominic wanted him to be; a betraying rock of his hips literally begged for his master's attention.

  When Grif licked the wounds closed, Dominic reached over to the table and picked up the bottle of lube. Reaching behind Grif, he pulled the plug out. "Ready yourself for me."

  A shudder ran through Grif with the exquisite rub of the plug. Lifting his head, Grif took the tube from him, opened it and poured some of the liquid onto his fingers. Rising slightly on his knees, he quickly inserted two fingers, slicking himself in preparation. Staring down at Dominic, he didn't say anything, but the pleading look spoke volumes.

  "Enough," Dominic growled, pulling Grif's hand out of the way. Then he eased Grif down, cock sliding deep inside him.

  Grif's hips lowered slowly, guided by Dominic's hands. Tipping his head back slightly, he felt the sweet stretch as he was filled. It took a great deal of will not to rock demandingly against the pressure. Drawing a slow breath, he looked back down at Dominic, letting his master control the movement.

  "You are not to come."

  Hands strong on Grif's hips, Dominic lifted him and pulled him back down, filling him over and over, hips pushing up with every slow, deep stroke. Dominic's gaze remained on Grif, never straying as the thrusts grew stronger, quicker.

  "Now ride me. Show me how much you want to please me."

  Grinding back and forth in a slow rocking motion, Grif heightened the intensity rippling through both of them. As each sensation tightened the need within him, his fingers rubbed in small circles around Dominic's nipples and the low sound in his throat rose. His focus remained on arousing his master and the rise and fall of his hips repeatedly fucked Dominic. Sharp pinches of his fingers and a deepening groan betrayed his own closeness and forced Grif to slow his motions.

  Dominic met every descent of Grif's hips with a lift of his own. Head falling back against the headboard, Dominic's movements turned harder, sharper. "Grif…" Dominic hissed, baring his fangs, and flipped them suddenly, driving his cock harder inside Grif. Without warning, he struck, fangs piercing Grif's throat as Dominic came.

  Legs curling t
ightly to Dominic, Grif struggled with the pulses of pleasure that assailed him and his body began to tremble. Literally begging, Grif's words came out in a sharp cry. "Please, Master! I can't hold it." A shudder rocked through Grif as the harder driving need completely controlled him. His voice pleaded with Dominic. "Let me come. Please…have to."

  Licking the wounds closed, Dominic whispered, "Come."

  Before the sound of the word faded, Grif's orgasm exploded over his senses. Deep waves of pleasure drug him under and left his body shaking, his come slicking between their bodies. Sharp vocalizations tore from Grif's throat with the full release. Long moments later, he finally began to calm and pressed several kisses over Dominic's skin.

  "Shhh," Dominic murmured softly. He rolled them onto their sides and held Grif close. "I love you."

  Grif clung tightly to him, nuzzling in against him, relying on the warmth and safety that flowed over him from Dominic's presence. It helped him regain his own balance. "I love you, Master. Always."

  Dominic kissed his head. "Remember that this evening," he said, "when I take you deep into yourself, Griffith. You will need it."

  Keeping his face buried against Dominic, Grif nodded his understanding. It wasn't something he wanted to do and mentally he resisted the idea.

  "Up," Dominic urged gently but firmly. "You will present yourself at the cross for me. You may choose between the crop, the bullwhip, or the cat."

  Obediently Grif got out of bed. Padding out of the bedroom, he stopped in the bathroom long enough to clean up a little before heading to the dungeon. No more than two minutes later, he stood in front of the cross, waiting patiently for Dominic.

  "And what did you choose?"

  "The crop, Master." Eyes properly downcast, Grif turned and lifted his arms to the cross, spreading his feet in preparation to be tied. He'd gotten over his twinges of reluctance about being restrained and felt no real hesitation in that regard.

  "You will not be restrained." Dominic reached up and placed Grif's hands on the leather cuffs. "You hold them. You will control yourself and not let go. Do you have any questions before we begin?"