Book 2, Chapter 10: Acquiescence (6/8)
Title: Acquiescence (6)
Authors: kiltsandlollies and escribo
Characters: Dominic/Billy
Word count: 3531
Summary: Continues from here.
Warnings: D/s
Index
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm.
The wine Billy presses to Dominic's lips is welcome, and Dominic drinks greedily until it's taken away. Dominic murmurs his gratitude, leaning his body slightly toward Billy's, like the circling moon trapped by earth’s gravity. He whispers again, “Thank you.”
Billy's hand reaches naturally for Dominic's hair when he leans forward, fisting it and tugging so Dominic cannot quite touch his forehead to Billy's thigh. His fingers thread more gently as soon as he's tipped Dominic's head back, and Billy takes his time looking at Dominic, from his glassy eyes to his flushed chest, from the cuffed hands at rest near his knees to his taut thighs and thick, hard cock. It's impossible for Billy not to stare, not to blink slowly and let the tip of his tongue drift from between his teeth in anticipation of flicking it across Dominic's overheated skin. They're a long way from anything like that, but Billy can still picture it, feel it enough that he makes sure he holds Dominic's gaze before Billy allows his hand to move across and down his own stomach to adjust himself in his jeans, slowly, his stroke lazy, indulgent and long.
Tonight is, after all, for both of them, and while Billy knows Dominic's under far more visible strain, Billy's controlling himself nearly as much, keeping down impulses more dangerous than any possible result of Dominic coming before Billy allows him to do so, or worse, Dominic stopping all of this with one word. Billy's listened for even a whispered first syllable of the safeword he's given Dominic, but Dominic is strong, possibly more emotionally than physically so, and Billy is grateful in ways he cannot wait to explain, at the right time.
For now, Billy takes up the wine he'd poured earlier for Dominic and drinks from it, watching Dominic from over the lip of the glass. "Go on," he says finally, and tilts the glass to Dominic's lips again, just long enough for Dominic to enjoy a taste. "Not too much; you were feeling it earlier. I want your mind clear." He puts the glass on the dresser and returns to stand in front of Dominic again, taking the crop from beneath his arm and turning it from hand to hand, fascinated by the redness of his palms, by the sweet ache that's begun to move up his wrists to his arms-by the desire that rushes through him for more. Billy breathes in slow and deep before his eyes move again to Dominic, and his focus returns sharply. "Is there anything you need to tell me, Dominic? Anything y'have to say before we go on?"
Dominic starts to shake his head no to Billy's question but stops and bites at his bottom lip, tasting wine and sweat. There's a lot he wants to say to Billy, but words are hard for him right now. It's almost as if he's run out of them, as if Billy's put them aside with Dominic's clothes and jewelry.
"I feel everything," he tries, surprised that his voice sounds so raspy. It's nothing more than a whisper, his smile not more than a ghost on his lips when he manages to meet Billy's eyes. Billy gives him nothing in return. "I-"
Dominic stops, afraid he'll say the one thing he knows he shouldn't-can't-say to Billy. He feels it, though. All these months of loving Billy, being treated to his company, cooking for him-fucking him and being fucked so well that sometimes he thinks he'll pass out from it. He reasons to himself that they couldn't have shared all they had without Billy feeling something in return, especially now. Especially here in this room, with Dominic on his knees and practically begging for Billy to take whatever it is that Billy wants. He has to believe that at least, even if they can't say it-shouldn't and won't. Dominic understands that, but he can't stop it from being written on his face, in his posture, there for Billy to read along with everything else before Dominic looks away.
There's something left unsaid here, and Billy thinks that were it another night, he might take it from Dominic with the force of quiet persuasion. He could demand it here, too, Billy knows, and as he crouches down to Dominic's level, Billy's eyes are hard, steely, though he keeps the rest of his expression soft.
"If you're keeping something from me for good reason, I'm prepared to allow that," Billy says, but his voice is crisp, the professor slipping back into the man. "But if you're holding back because you believe you can, or thinking I couldn't get it out of you-" Billy tilts Dominic's chin up so their eyes meet. "This is not the time to test me."
Dominic shakes his head no, the smile flickering to his lips again. Not testing, not even trying to, he thinks even as he pushes away any thoughts of love and pulls himself back into the here and now-to this room and to Billy looking at him expectantly. There's little else to say. Hardly anything he can say to Billy that Billy doesn't already likely know, and if he doesn't know then perhaps they'll both come out of this unscathed. That hope burns bright in Dominic's eyes for just a moment as he lifts his chin a bit higher in Billy's grip.
"I'm ready," Dominic says finally and finds that he wants to be. He forces himself to feel nothing but the slow sting across his back and the burn in his shoulders and thighs and settles back into his position, breathing deeply to regain his center. "I'm ready."
Billy lets that statement rest in the air between them before he releases Dominic's face, pushing his chin to one side as Billy rises again to stand. "High on your knees again," he says, smacking the crop against the outside of Dominic's thigh and then moving out of Dominic's range of sight. "Remember later that I encouraged you to speak, Dominic; when you don't, you can't expect to be given many more chances." Billy's speaking over his shoulder now, confident that Dominic's eyes are focused on the wall or the floor and not on him, and using this time to center himself again, to move past this sudden flare of anger. Billy bites back harsher words before he speaks again, this time more calmly-under control.
"I could give you reason to talk," he murmurs, moving behind Dominic and tugging at his hair once more. "And then take away your ability to do so. You have my word I won't blindfold you, but I'd have no trouble keeping your mouth shut. Get up." A harder, more fierce pull of Dominic's hair, and Dominic's rising on unsteady legs, staggering a little even when Billy slides in front of him to catch his wrists, holding on to the cuffs tightly to bring Dominic to the bed. "Hands and knees," Billy says after letting his eyes rake over Dominic's body and his hand trail down Dominic's chest, hotter even than Billy's palm. "Present yourself again t'me."
Dominic crawls onto the bed, still keeping silent. His mind races to find something to say that he thinks would please Billy, maybe something filthy-something cheap and easy to voice-but his thoughts only buzz with I'm in love with you and please, be in love with me, too; you have to be by now. On the bed, he settles onto his hands and knees, straightening his back but keeping his head held high. Billy stands behind him, waiting, and it makes Dominic nervous. He doesn't know what to expect, doesn't know how to anticipate the next strike or caress. A light sweat breaks out over his skin again, and it runs between his shoulder blades and down his back while heat prickles at the skin behind his knees.
The seconds tick off in Dominic's head, stretching interminably. He can feel Billy's eyes on his body and senses that Billy could wait forever for what he wants-that he's using Dominic's impatience against him and Dominic breaks far more easily than he wants to.
"I love-" He starts then stops, swallowing hard. "Love the way you touch me," he forces out. "No one has ever-ever-been as good as you are. That's-that's what I was thinking."
Dominic stops, hoping it's enough. He closes his eyes to wait another moment, unsure of what he's waiting for. Nothing comes, though, ratcheting up his anxiety. "Please, Billy. Please."
"Is that what you think I want to hear?" Billy asks. His voice is quiet, but behind Dominic Billy's fingers are curling in a slow, restless flex and release. "I'm not interested in being compared to anyone else who's touched you. They don't matter, Dominic; they don't exist. If you can find room now in your head to remember them, then your focus is not where it should be."
"I need more," Dominic's whisper breaks in his urgency to speak before Billy continues and his words scrape more off Dominic's skin than the crop had. He can't give more than this. Can't without losing too much of himself with no hope of gaining anything in return. He can feel himself shaking with need, and he tries again. "Please."
Billy takes a short breath and lets his hand fall to Dominic's back, the lightest press of his skin, nothing more. Dominic goes still instantly, and Billy nods. "Put your head down and keep it there."
When Dominic does so, Billy draws the silence out between them again as far as he can, measuring their breaths and trying to regain ground he feels he's losing. Dominic can't possibly know every trigger to Billy's temper or the reactions of his head and heart, and less often his hands. Comparisons to other lovers have burnt him deeply in the past, and he's taken extreme care to neither ask for nor offer up any question or discussion of his or Dominic's previous relationships since they've been together this way. He already knows he'd taken Dominic's breathless admission and turned it, but even with that knowledge Billy still feels scorched by it, as if he'd been found wanting when it's not him being tried here, not him who asked for this, who has anything to prove. No one has ever been as good as you are-it's something Billy wants too much to believe-he can't call it true yet, and the urge to do so is hard to fight, hard not to turn into something other-something that will break him tonight long before he wants Dominic to break for him.
Billy moves back up on the bed, kneeling behind Dominic and slipping one hand between Dominic's legs, cupping his balls almost teasingly at first, stroking gently. "Be still," he says again, the words fighting their way from between Billy's teeth when Dominic shivers, and his grip on Dominic's balls tightens. "Focus, Dominic; focus on this and not one fucking thing else, are we clear?"
Dominic knows he can enjoy this if he lets himself, release himself to it and still be safe. Billy isn't doing anything to hurt him but to shove him off balance, to reinforce the trust between them. It's play, he's always called it so, and there are boundaries that Billy's set for them-maybe just so they could break them-but isn't that what they've done since the beginning? So Dominic clears his thoughts and stops trying to analyze everything between them and what they're doing. Stops trying to reach for more. He just does as Billy directs: focuses on Billy's hands resting heavily on his back and stroking between his legs. It's hard to keep still, to not lean back into Billy's hands. To hold back the sigh or the moan that threatens.
Dominic's silence is a strange thing for Billy to bear, regardless of his displeasure with the words Dominic's managed to say. He wants to hear something other, to learn something he couldn't have drawn out of Dominic any other way. But there are not many things left to say between them that can safely be said, and fewer still that would be appropriate, even in the context of this night and the boundaries Billy's placed on it. That doesn't stop Billy from wanting to test those boundaries, and Dominic, too, in return for how much he feels tested himself.
"So quiet now," Billy murmurs, and hears in his voice the echo of those words from the first night they spent together. Billy drags his fingernails through the damp, musky hair above Dominic's shaft, and tugs at the curls hard before his thumb drifts into the cleft of Dominic's ass again. "Move onto your elbows. Tuck your chin to your chest and put your hands behind your head." Billy instructions are crisp, terse, and Dominic moves quickly into the position that Billy wants, struggling to remain still. He knows that he's not satisfied in some way, though he can't quite figure how to make it better other than to just try harder now. Billy allows Dominic a moment to calm himself before he sits back and spreads Dominic's legs farther apart from behind, opening him wide and relishing the rattled state of Dominic's posture until he steadies himself.
Billy splays his hands on Dominic's ass, thrilled when Dominic's muscles contract tightly, and trails the fingers of his left hand teasingly at first then roughly at Dominic's entrance. Dominic's no longer as slick and open enough for Billy as he had been at the wall, but Billy loves the feel of him anyway, spreading his fingers wider and listening for the harsh breaths Dominic's forced to take in response. Billy aches to be inside Dominic now, has wanted to since perhaps only a few moments after Dominic had arrived at his home looking like Billy's darkest, most perfect dream of him, but it's not the right time yet. They haven't earned the release.
Billy withdraws his fingers just before his own breath begins to catch, and he scratches lightly over Dominic's ass, over the muscles held so tightly, before he reaches for the crop beside him on the bed and slides backward to the edge of the mattress. Billy flexes his fingers around the crop, feeling again the pleasant ache in his hands and wrists and now his shoulders, and preparing himself as much as Dominic. He draws the leather tress gently down Dominic's spine, touches each of the marks he'd set for himself as boundaries, then lower still across Dominic's thighs. Notwithstanding the marks Billy's already made, no inch of Dominic's skin's been named off-limits, and Billy finds he wants to do more. When he closes his eyes he can hear and feel Dominic behind him again in the tree, teasing the promise of this from Billy with little more than his hands and the sound of his voice, and Billy thinks they're almost there but not quite. He wants to do more, and knows Dominic can take it and then some. Billy flattens his hand on Dominic's ass, warming the skin there just enough to make Dominic relax slightly, and then Billy back off again, speaking quietly, his voice as calm as the touch he's just taken away. "You're going t'count this time."
The thin, red welts on Dominic's skin still burn and ache from the last blows he had received from Billy's crop when this new round begins. He barks out a loud "one," surprised even though he knew it was coming. The sting blossoms out from his hip and across his ass; he wishes he could see the mark it must have caused. Another nudge against his knee to spread his thighs to their limit without toppling over and another blow, nearly before he's steadied himself, another cry but this time less clear. "Two."
Sweat coats Dominic's hands and makes it hard to hold them behind his head. When his fingers slip apart, he scrambles to grasp them tighter but not before he feels a light swat across his shoulder, one he doesn't bother to count. He's barely managed to regain his position when it's another blow, this one harder than the last two, and lower.
"Three," he says, some of the fight gone from his voice as he just focuses his attention on holding his body steady for the next strike. When instead of a blow, he feels the crop caress his balls, he blushes hard from being so wantonly exposed to Billy's hands and eyes, from wanting it so badly that he's whimpering. He buries his face against his arm to keep from crying out more than just numbers.
"Pretty," Billy murmurs, turning his wrist slightly to lift Dominic's balls with the crop. Billy's counting now, too; counting Dominic's breaths and his own, the intensity and pace of them. Billy's head is spinning with thoughts of everything he wants from Dominic, and for a moment he regrets that he can't see Dominic's eyes and everything they could tell him. Billy breathes in deep and leans back again, dragging the crop sharply against Dominic's skin and smacking it lower on his ass, close enough to Dominic's opening that they both suck in air between their teeth. Billy barely hears Dominic's hissed four over the sound of the crop slicing higher but harder this time. Dominic grits out a five and Billy tosses the crop to the ground and moves forward, unwillingly to allow Dominic time or space to think or feel anything but him now. Shoving his hands behind Dominic's thighs and pushing forward to spread him wide, Billy grits his teeth and presses himself against Dominic's body roughly.
The scrape of the denim of Billy's jeans against Dominic's ass feels almost otherworldly to Billy-his cock is straining for release, and he grinds down on Dominic with a noise from deep in his throat while his fingers dig ruthlessly into Dominic's hips. Billy's chest is warm and as flushed as Dominic's now, and when he bends to move closer, the heat between them leaves Billy feeling almost delirious, just on the edge of his control.
"No end to what I want to teach you," he says, his voice steely but low. "How does it feel, hmm? Talk, Dominic."
"Burning. Hard. Please." Dominic stutters out his words, not quite sure how to form the phrases he wants now, quite sure that he's not using the right combination. Frustrated and embarrassed, he turns his face into the bedding, clenching his jaw. Dominic counts to five silently this time, focusing his thoughts on the places on his skin that burn and twinge now--his back, his ass, his hips where Billy's fingers dig. Anything to keep him from coming or from moving to grind back against Billy. He knows there must be something else he should say now, some golden response that would earn him what he most needs, but he's at a loss. Even the ache in his body from where he's held himself so steady fades and he's left only with the sensation of what Billy's given him-giving him.
"Please," he whimpers again. He doesn't even realize it's become a chant of sorts, that he's said it more than once. His voice cracks, shatters, as his body trembles beneath Billy. He whispers, "Surrender," forgetting how to form complete sentences and submitting almost entirely now, giving almost everything up to Billy. "Please."
"You did that a long time ago," Billy says, searching for breath as he stills the motion of his hands on Dominic's hips. "You surrendered when you walked into my office ready to lose almost everything you'd worked for, for a chance to pull your fucking professor. And more when you told me you wanted this, Dominic, when you came to me for this." Clenching his fingers again, Billy inches back and forces his voice to return to a calmer level, less desperate but still heated. "Did you think I would have said no? Could you imagine me letting you just wonder?" Billy lets his hand drift back around Dominic's thigh, dipping low and fingers scraping under Dominic's balls and then back up, until two fingers press hard inside Dominic again, this time with no further warning. "Do you think you could have kept that sort of need from me?"
Dominic's shaky breaths are the only response at first, and Billy's free hand flattens to smack violently at Dominic's thigh. "You would have found someone else to give you this," Billy says, his voice going slurry. "That won't happen, Dominic, are we clear? Ever. Don't think-" Billy swallows, curling his fingers inside Dominic hard and shaking the damp hair from his forehead as the words continue to tumble from him. "It won't happen. You do this for me, and for no one else and I'll be damned if I see you so much as fucking begging for it with your eyes in someone else's direction-"
Suddenly conscious of what he's said, of the need and want he's admitted, Billy inhales sharply and shivers even in the heat of the room before he's dragging his fingers roughly from inside Dominic and hissing again, pushing Dominic to his stomach and tearing at the zipper of his own jeans.
"Surrender's not going t'stop this," Billy says, the control coming back into his voice with a struggle. "Yours or mine."
To be continued.
Authors: kiltsandlollies and escribo
Characters: Dominic/Billy
Word count: 3531
Summary: Continues from here.
Warnings: D/s
Index
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm.
The wine Billy presses to Dominic's lips is welcome, and Dominic drinks greedily until it's taken away. Dominic murmurs his gratitude, leaning his body slightly toward Billy's, like the circling moon trapped by earth’s gravity. He whispers again, “Thank you.”
Billy's hand reaches naturally for Dominic's hair when he leans forward, fisting it and tugging so Dominic cannot quite touch his forehead to Billy's thigh. His fingers thread more gently as soon as he's tipped Dominic's head back, and Billy takes his time looking at Dominic, from his glassy eyes to his flushed chest, from the cuffed hands at rest near his knees to his taut thighs and thick, hard cock. It's impossible for Billy not to stare, not to blink slowly and let the tip of his tongue drift from between his teeth in anticipation of flicking it across Dominic's overheated skin. They're a long way from anything like that, but Billy can still picture it, feel it enough that he makes sure he holds Dominic's gaze before Billy allows his hand to move across and down his own stomach to adjust himself in his jeans, slowly, his stroke lazy, indulgent and long.
Tonight is, after all, for both of them, and while Billy knows Dominic's under far more visible strain, Billy's controlling himself nearly as much, keeping down impulses more dangerous than any possible result of Dominic coming before Billy allows him to do so, or worse, Dominic stopping all of this with one word. Billy's listened for even a whispered first syllable of the safeword he's given Dominic, but Dominic is strong, possibly more emotionally than physically so, and Billy is grateful in ways he cannot wait to explain, at the right time.
For now, Billy takes up the wine he'd poured earlier for Dominic and drinks from it, watching Dominic from over the lip of the glass. "Go on," he says finally, and tilts the glass to Dominic's lips again, just long enough for Dominic to enjoy a taste. "Not too much; you were feeling it earlier. I want your mind clear." He puts the glass on the dresser and returns to stand in front of Dominic again, taking the crop from beneath his arm and turning it from hand to hand, fascinated by the redness of his palms, by the sweet ache that's begun to move up his wrists to his arms-by the desire that rushes through him for more. Billy breathes in slow and deep before his eyes move again to Dominic, and his focus returns sharply. "Is there anything you need to tell me, Dominic? Anything y'have to say before we go on?"
Dominic starts to shake his head no to Billy's question but stops and bites at his bottom lip, tasting wine and sweat. There's a lot he wants to say to Billy, but words are hard for him right now. It's almost as if he's run out of them, as if Billy's put them aside with Dominic's clothes and jewelry.
"I feel everything," he tries, surprised that his voice sounds so raspy. It's nothing more than a whisper, his smile not more than a ghost on his lips when he manages to meet Billy's eyes. Billy gives him nothing in return. "I-"
Dominic stops, afraid he'll say the one thing he knows he shouldn't-can't-say to Billy. He feels it, though. All these months of loving Billy, being treated to his company, cooking for him-fucking him and being fucked so well that sometimes he thinks he'll pass out from it. He reasons to himself that they couldn't have shared all they had without Billy feeling something in return, especially now. Especially here in this room, with Dominic on his knees and practically begging for Billy to take whatever it is that Billy wants. He has to believe that at least, even if they can't say it-shouldn't and won't. Dominic understands that, but he can't stop it from being written on his face, in his posture, there for Billy to read along with everything else before Dominic looks away.
There's something left unsaid here, and Billy thinks that were it another night, he might take it from Dominic with the force of quiet persuasion. He could demand it here, too, Billy knows, and as he crouches down to Dominic's level, Billy's eyes are hard, steely, though he keeps the rest of his expression soft.
"If you're keeping something from me for good reason, I'm prepared to allow that," Billy says, but his voice is crisp, the professor slipping back into the man. "But if you're holding back because you believe you can, or thinking I couldn't get it out of you-" Billy tilts Dominic's chin up so their eyes meet. "This is not the time to test me."
Dominic shakes his head no, the smile flickering to his lips again. Not testing, not even trying to, he thinks even as he pushes away any thoughts of love and pulls himself back into the here and now-to this room and to Billy looking at him expectantly. There's little else to say. Hardly anything he can say to Billy that Billy doesn't already likely know, and if he doesn't know then perhaps they'll both come out of this unscathed. That hope burns bright in Dominic's eyes for just a moment as he lifts his chin a bit higher in Billy's grip.
"I'm ready," Dominic says finally and finds that he wants to be. He forces himself to feel nothing but the slow sting across his back and the burn in his shoulders and thighs and settles back into his position, breathing deeply to regain his center. "I'm ready."
Billy lets that statement rest in the air between them before he releases Dominic's face, pushing his chin to one side as Billy rises again to stand. "High on your knees again," he says, smacking the crop against the outside of Dominic's thigh and then moving out of Dominic's range of sight. "Remember later that I encouraged you to speak, Dominic; when you don't, you can't expect to be given many more chances." Billy's speaking over his shoulder now, confident that Dominic's eyes are focused on the wall or the floor and not on him, and using this time to center himself again, to move past this sudden flare of anger. Billy bites back harsher words before he speaks again, this time more calmly-under control.
"I could give you reason to talk," he murmurs, moving behind Dominic and tugging at his hair once more. "And then take away your ability to do so. You have my word I won't blindfold you, but I'd have no trouble keeping your mouth shut. Get up." A harder, more fierce pull of Dominic's hair, and Dominic's rising on unsteady legs, staggering a little even when Billy slides in front of him to catch his wrists, holding on to the cuffs tightly to bring Dominic to the bed. "Hands and knees," Billy says after letting his eyes rake over Dominic's body and his hand trail down Dominic's chest, hotter even than Billy's palm. "Present yourself again t'me."
Dominic crawls onto the bed, still keeping silent. His mind races to find something to say that he thinks would please Billy, maybe something filthy-something cheap and easy to voice-but his thoughts only buzz with I'm in love with you and please, be in love with me, too; you have to be by now. On the bed, he settles onto his hands and knees, straightening his back but keeping his head held high. Billy stands behind him, waiting, and it makes Dominic nervous. He doesn't know what to expect, doesn't know how to anticipate the next strike or caress. A light sweat breaks out over his skin again, and it runs between his shoulder blades and down his back while heat prickles at the skin behind his knees.
The seconds tick off in Dominic's head, stretching interminably. He can feel Billy's eyes on his body and senses that Billy could wait forever for what he wants-that he's using Dominic's impatience against him and Dominic breaks far more easily than he wants to.
"I love-" He starts then stops, swallowing hard. "Love the way you touch me," he forces out. "No one has ever-ever-been as good as you are. That's-that's what I was thinking."
Dominic stops, hoping it's enough. He closes his eyes to wait another moment, unsure of what he's waiting for. Nothing comes, though, ratcheting up his anxiety. "Please, Billy. Please."
"Is that what you think I want to hear?" Billy asks. His voice is quiet, but behind Dominic Billy's fingers are curling in a slow, restless flex and release. "I'm not interested in being compared to anyone else who's touched you. They don't matter, Dominic; they don't exist. If you can find room now in your head to remember them, then your focus is not where it should be."
"I need more," Dominic's whisper breaks in his urgency to speak before Billy continues and his words scrape more off Dominic's skin than the crop had. He can't give more than this. Can't without losing too much of himself with no hope of gaining anything in return. He can feel himself shaking with need, and he tries again. "Please."
Billy takes a short breath and lets his hand fall to Dominic's back, the lightest press of his skin, nothing more. Dominic goes still instantly, and Billy nods. "Put your head down and keep it there."
When Dominic does so, Billy draws the silence out between them again as far as he can, measuring their breaths and trying to regain ground he feels he's losing. Dominic can't possibly know every trigger to Billy's temper or the reactions of his head and heart, and less often his hands. Comparisons to other lovers have burnt him deeply in the past, and he's taken extreme care to neither ask for nor offer up any question or discussion of his or Dominic's previous relationships since they've been together this way. He already knows he'd taken Dominic's breathless admission and turned it, but even with that knowledge Billy still feels scorched by it, as if he'd been found wanting when it's not him being tried here, not him who asked for this, who has anything to prove. No one has ever been as good as you are-it's something Billy wants too much to believe-he can't call it true yet, and the urge to do so is hard to fight, hard not to turn into something other-something that will break him tonight long before he wants Dominic to break for him.
Billy moves back up on the bed, kneeling behind Dominic and slipping one hand between Dominic's legs, cupping his balls almost teasingly at first, stroking gently. "Be still," he says again, the words fighting their way from between Billy's teeth when Dominic shivers, and his grip on Dominic's balls tightens. "Focus, Dominic; focus on this and not one fucking thing else, are we clear?"
Dominic knows he can enjoy this if he lets himself, release himself to it and still be safe. Billy isn't doing anything to hurt him but to shove him off balance, to reinforce the trust between them. It's play, he's always called it so, and there are boundaries that Billy's set for them-maybe just so they could break them-but isn't that what they've done since the beginning? So Dominic clears his thoughts and stops trying to analyze everything between them and what they're doing. Stops trying to reach for more. He just does as Billy directs: focuses on Billy's hands resting heavily on his back and stroking between his legs. It's hard to keep still, to not lean back into Billy's hands. To hold back the sigh or the moan that threatens.
Dominic's silence is a strange thing for Billy to bear, regardless of his displeasure with the words Dominic's managed to say. He wants to hear something other, to learn something he couldn't have drawn out of Dominic any other way. But there are not many things left to say between them that can safely be said, and fewer still that would be appropriate, even in the context of this night and the boundaries Billy's placed on it. That doesn't stop Billy from wanting to test those boundaries, and Dominic, too, in return for how much he feels tested himself.
"So quiet now," Billy murmurs, and hears in his voice the echo of those words from the first night they spent together. Billy drags his fingernails through the damp, musky hair above Dominic's shaft, and tugs at the curls hard before his thumb drifts into the cleft of Dominic's ass again. "Move onto your elbows. Tuck your chin to your chest and put your hands behind your head." Billy instructions are crisp, terse, and Dominic moves quickly into the position that Billy wants, struggling to remain still. He knows that he's not satisfied in some way, though he can't quite figure how to make it better other than to just try harder now. Billy allows Dominic a moment to calm himself before he sits back and spreads Dominic's legs farther apart from behind, opening him wide and relishing the rattled state of Dominic's posture until he steadies himself.
Billy splays his hands on Dominic's ass, thrilled when Dominic's muscles contract tightly, and trails the fingers of his left hand teasingly at first then roughly at Dominic's entrance. Dominic's no longer as slick and open enough for Billy as he had been at the wall, but Billy loves the feel of him anyway, spreading his fingers wider and listening for the harsh breaths Dominic's forced to take in response. Billy aches to be inside Dominic now, has wanted to since perhaps only a few moments after Dominic had arrived at his home looking like Billy's darkest, most perfect dream of him, but it's not the right time yet. They haven't earned the release.
Billy withdraws his fingers just before his own breath begins to catch, and he scratches lightly over Dominic's ass, over the muscles held so tightly, before he reaches for the crop beside him on the bed and slides backward to the edge of the mattress. Billy flexes his fingers around the crop, feeling again the pleasant ache in his hands and wrists and now his shoulders, and preparing himself as much as Dominic. He draws the leather tress gently down Dominic's spine, touches each of the marks he'd set for himself as boundaries, then lower still across Dominic's thighs. Notwithstanding the marks Billy's already made, no inch of Dominic's skin's been named off-limits, and Billy finds he wants to do more. When he closes his eyes he can hear and feel Dominic behind him again in the tree, teasing the promise of this from Billy with little more than his hands and the sound of his voice, and Billy thinks they're almost there but not quite. He wants to do more, and knows Dominic can take it and then some. Billy flattens his hand on Dominic's ass, warming the skin there just enough to make Dominic relax slightly, and then Billy back off again, speaking quietly, his voice as calm as the touch he's just taken away. "You're going t'count this time."
The thin, red welts on Dominic's skin still burn and ache from the last blows he had received from Billy's crop when this new round begins. He barks out a loud "one," surprised even though he knew it was coming. The sting blossoms out from his hip and across his ass; he wishes he could see the mark it must have caused. Another nudge against his knee to spread his thighs to their limit without toppling over and another blow, nearly before he's steadied himself, another cry but this time less clear. "Two."
Sweat coats Dominic's hands and makes it hard to hold them behind his head. When his fingers slip apart, he scrambles to grasp them tighter but not before he feels a light swat across his shoulder, one he doesn't bother to count. He's barely managed to regain his position when it's another blow, this one harder than the last two, and lower.
"Three," he says, some of the fight gone from his voice as he just focuses his attention on holding his body steady for the next strike. When instead of a blow, he feels the crop caress his balls, he blushes hard from being so wantonly exposed to Billy's hands and eyes, from wanting it so badly that he's whimpering. He buries his face against his arm to keep from crying out more than just numbers.
"Pretty," Billy murmurs, turning his wrist slightly to lift Dominic's balls with the crop. Billy's counting now, too; counting Dominic's breaths and his own, the intensity and pace of them. Billy's head is spinning with thoughts of everything he wants from Dominic, and for a moment he regrets that he can't see Dominic's eyes and everything they could tell him. Billy breathes in deep and leans back again, dragging the crop sharply against Dominic's skin and smacking it lower on his ass, close enough to Dominic's opening that they both suck in air between their teeth. Billy barely hears Dominic's hissed four over the sound of the crop slicing higher but harder this time. Dominic grits out a five and Billy tosses the crop to the ground and moves forward, unwillingly to allow Dominic time or space to think or feel anything but him now. Shoving his hands behind Dominic's thighs and pushing forward to spread him wide, Billy grits his teeth and presses himself against Dominic's body roughly.
The scrape of the denim of Billy's jeans against Dominic's ass feels almost otherworldly to Billy-his cock is straining for release, and he grinds down on Dominic with a noise from deep in his throat while his fingers dig ruthlessly into Dominic's hips. Billy's chest is warm and as flushed as Dominic's now, and when he bends to move closer, the heat between them leaves Billy feeling almost delirious, just on the edge of his control.
"No end to what I want to teach you," he says, his voice steely but low. "How does it feel, hmm? Talk, Dominic."
"Burning. Hard. Please." Dominic stutters out his words, not quite sure how to form the phrases he wants now, quite sure that he's not using the right combination. Frustrated and embarrassed, he turns his face into the bedding, clenching his jaw. Dominic counts to five silently this time, focusing his thoughts on the places on his skin that burn and twinge now--his back, his ass, his hips where Billy's fingers dig. Anything to keep him from coming or from moving to grind back against Billy. He knows there must be something else he should say now, some golden response that would earn him what he most needs, but he's at a loss. Even the ache in his body from where he's held himself so steady fades and he's left only with the sensation of what Billy's given him-giving him.
"Please," he whimpers again. He doesn't even realize it's become a chant of sorts, that he's said it more than once. His voice cracks, shatters, as his body trembles beneath Billy. He whispers, "Surrender," forgetting how to form complete sentences and submitting almost entirely now, giving almost everything up to Billy. "Please."
"You did that a long time ago," Billy says, searching for breath as he stills the motion of his hands on Dominic's hips. "You surrendered when you walked into my office ready to lose almost everything you'd worked for, for a chance to pull your fucking professor. And more when you told me you wanted this, Dominic, when you came to me for this." Clenching his fingers again, Billy inches back and forces his voice to return to a calmer level, less desperate but still heated. "Did you think I would have said no? Could you imagine me letting you just wonder?" Billy lets his hand drift back around Dominic's thigh, dipping low and fingers scraping under Dominic's balls and then back up, until two fingers press hard inside Dominic again, this time with no further warning. "Do you think you could have kept that sort of need from me?"
Dominic's shaky breaths are the only response at first, and Billy's free hand flattens to smack violently at Dominic's thigh. "You would have found someone else to give you this," Billy says, his voice going slurry. "That won't happen, Dominic, are we clear? Ever. Don't think-" Billy swallows, curling his fingers inside Dominic hard and shaking the damp hair from his forehead as the words continue to tumble from him. "It won't happen. You do this for me, and for no one else and I'll be damned if I see you so much as fucking begging for it with your eyes in someone else's direction-"
Suddenly conscious of what he's said, of the need and want he's admitted, Billy inhales sharply and shivers even in the heat of the room before he's dragging his fingers roughly from inside Dominic and hissing again, pushing Dominic to his stomach and tearing at the zipper of his own jeans.
"Surrender's not going t'stop this," Billy says, the control coming back into his voice with a struggle. "Yours or mine."
To be continued.