Dancing In The Flames (One Shot) - B
Title: Dancing In The Flames
Author: engel_sehnsucht
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17.
Summary: Dom persuades Matt into doing what he wants that weekend.
Feedback: would be amazing.
Warnings: voyeurism, bondage, language, general sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom. This is complete fiction: it never happened. Storyline and any original characters are my own, so please don't steal, and no profit is being made. No offence is intended.
AN: Massive thank yous to both sheerpoetry, for letting me ramble and worry and be insecure with her, and for reassuring me about this, and to stefanyeah for basically choosing Dom's outfit for me, and for her very helpful insight that people should go places through doors. :P This is for ashamedbliss. I love you, my 'poon, and I hope you have a very lovely birthday. May we be 'poon and snugglecat on the edge of glory for many more years. XD Happy birthday. ♥
I'm so, so sorry about the double post! Stupid LJ limit. *grumbles*
Dom pulled his towel off and threw it on top of Matt’s, walking further into the room and coming to stand in front of Matt, head bowed slightly and hands by his sides.
“Good boy,” Matt murmured, turning and walking to their dresser where Dom’s clothes were still resting, gifting the blond with the view of his pert bum, emphasised by his trousers. Dom obediently stood where he was as Matt returned with his clothes. He placed them on the bed and sorted through the small pile, pulling out some latex underwear. He turned and bent down, listening to Dom swallow as the blond realised that Matt was going to dress him, and allowed Dom to step into the pants, pulling them up his legs and tucking him into the tight, shiny black latex underwear. Next, after taking a moment to drink in the sight of Dom in the tight briefs, Matt reached behind himself and grasped the leather harness, wrapping it around Dom’s upper body and fastening the buckles. The black straps crossed over Dom’s chest, connected in the middle of his chest with a circle of metal; the soft leather gently reflected the light, a stark contrast to the shine of Matt’s patent boots.
Matt reached out and circled Dom’s wrists with his fingers, as he said, “Hold your hands out.” Dom lifted his arms to waist height and Matt released his wrists, twisting and grabbing two leather bands with metal loops attached to them, so a chain could be connected. They were wrapped around Dom’s wrists and he was allowed by Matt to drop them again. Finally, Matt retrieved his leather collar and metal leash. Dropping the leash on the bed with a clatter of chains, Matt’s long fingers caressed Dom’s neck, the collar held between his index and middle fingers of his right hand.
“You’re such a good boy, Dominic,” Matt breathed, leaning in to brush Dom’s mouth with his own. The blond shivered, his eyes fluttering shut, stiffening his body to make sure he didn’t move. Matt’s lips wrapped around his earlobe and he nibbled gently as he carefully buckled the collar around Dom’s neck, feeling the vibrations of his suppressed moan with his fingers. He pulled back and kissed Dom sweetly, both men knowing that this would be the last time Matt would show affection to Dom before they got home later that night. Pulling back, Matt picked up the leash from the bed and clipped it to the collar, wrapping the chain around his hand and tugging slightly, Dom stumbling forwards. Matt smiled, gesturing for Dom to sit on the bed, desire darkening his blue eyes. He lined Dom’s eyes with the same kohl pencil and, placing it on the bedside table, grabbed the plate with Dom’s food on and placed it on his lap, sitting next to him on the bed with the leash looped around his wrist. They ate in silence, Matt putting their plates on the floor, one on top of the other, when they had finished. They stood and Matt pulled a coat off the hanger, gesturing for Dom pull on a coat and a pair of shoes. When Dom was ready, the collar and leash hidden by his coat so they could get to the club without any trouble from anyone on the streets, they left the flat, striding swiftly to Club Domina. They walked down the street together, Dom walking slightly behind Matt as a sign of respect that was indiscernible to other people. Turning down a small side street, as Matt had earlier, they walked a bit further and took the second left, which led them to the club. The street was clear of drunks, unlike Friday afternoon; they knew to leave when the club was open, as the managers had called the police about them before. Walking up to the door, Matt murmured their details to the bouncer, who checked his list while asking for I.D. Matt pulled out his driver’s license and the bouncer nodded. Slipping the card back into the pocket of his coat, Matt reached down the collar of Dom’s coat and pulled out the leash, tugging Dom into the club behind him. They quickly stripped off their coats and Dom kicked his shoes off, leaving them in a designated area and moving out of the way of the door and the other people walking in, dressed in similar clothes to themselves.
Dom was shoved down onto all fours, and Matt tugged the leash and started to stroll further into the club, Dom crawling by his side. He was not the only person crawling next to their masters; there were at least four more people, men and women, on the floor, collared and being controlled by a lead. It was full of people, gay and straight couples; Doms talking to each other while their subs waited obediently by their sides, exchanging stories and techniques that they used to train their submissives. Matt paused, seemingly looking around for someone. He caught a glimpse into a room between the couples, and saw Steve, the store owner, holding a long whip. He grinned and started to weave through the people dotted around the room, watching different displays, Dom crawling by his side. They entered the room, Steve winking subtly at Matt as he turned his attention back to his sub, strapped to a metal cross on the wall. He was naked and his back was covered in red stripes from the blows he had already received. Steve flicked the whip and it cracked through the air. His partner barely flinched, his muscles merely twitching when Steve flicked the whip at him and it smacked his back. He delivered a few more blows in quick succession, the other man moaning erotically. As Steve swung the whip, the muscles in his slender arms were showcased. Matt could feel himself hardening in his already tight pants. A quick glance down at Dom showed Matt that he was just as affected. Steve dropped his whip, allowing it to fall to the floor with a clatter and strode over to the man, pressing his body to the bound man’s as he undid the cuffs around his wrists and bending down to release the man’s ankles. They both stepped away from the cross, leaving it free for the customers to use.
Matt winked at Steve when the shopkeeper smirked at Dom and his attire, and Matt tugged on his leash, walking out of the room with Dom crawling beside him. They crossed the busy hall and entered another room. There was a large black rectangle, almost reminiscent of an altar, in the middle of the room. There was hooks and chains all over it, allowing people to tie their submissives in different positions. The room was decorated in dark colours, with small lights in the ceiling. There were a few people in room, waiting for them.
Matt tugged on the leash, and Dom raised himself to kneel in front of Matt, his eyes fixated on the bulge in Matt’s pants.
“Undo them,” Matt ordered, and Dom unbuttoned the tight leather jeans, unzipping them and moving to pull Matt’s hard cock out, before catching himself and lowering his hands to his sides.
“Good boy. You’re going to suck my cock.”
A shudder ripped through Dom, and he reached up again and pulled Matt’s cock out. He immediately leaned forwards and took the head into his mouth, his hands placed on Matt’s hips for balance and to steady himself. His tongue swirled around Matt’s head, licking up the pre-come. He tongued the slit before moving his head forwards, taking more of his master’s cock into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the shaft as he moved down, sucking hard as he moved back, dragging his tongue over the slit again and took Matt as deep into his mouth as he could, humming as he pulled back. Matt’s long fingers fell to his hair and gripped tightly, holding his head still as he thrust into Dom’s willing mouth. Dom could feel the cock in his mouth throbbing as he wrapped his tongue around it, tracing a thick vein with the tip of his tongue. As Matt pulled back, he allowed his teeth to gently drag on his skin; his master moaned and tightened his grip on Dom’s hair in response. The blond breathed deeply through his nose as he felt the head of Matt’s cock hit the back of his throat, sucking as best he could. Matt came with a groan, the first sound he had made, mixing with the heavy breathing of the people watching them. Dom swallowed quickly, taking all that Matt shot down his throat and lapping at his head to clean him as he pulled out and tucked himself back into his trousers, zipping them up.
“Up,” Matthew commanded, tugging on the leash. Dom obeyed, murmuring “Yes, sir,” and standing as quickly as he could. Matthew walked in front of him, using the leash to pull Dom forwards. Someone shoved Dom from behind, making him stumble and the chain of his lead to rattle. Matt turned around and shot a warning look at the crowd, stopping and reaching out, fisting a hand in Dom’s hair.
“He's mine,” Matthew hissed, tightening his hold on Dom’s hair to emphasise his point, the blond panting and his hard cock straining against his tight, restrictive latex underwear.
“No one is to touch him without my permission.”
The mute crowd nodded, and Matthew turned again, walking to the top of the altar-like table. Dominic stood at the opposite end, the metal leash stretched over the table between them. Matthew pulled, and Dom began to bend over, his hands out in front of him, until he was fully bent at the waist, his upper body resting on the block, chest pressed to the cool surface, like a sacrifice to the gods. Matthew pushed Dom’s hands away from each other so they reached to both corners of the top of the table and secured the loop on his cuffs to the restraints. Matt began to pace around Dominic, still holding onto the leash. He drank in Dom, his torso stretched out on the table, his golden skin glowing gently in the soft light, the effect of the lighting a complete contrast to the purpose of the room. He walked behind Dominic and spanked him, Dom moaning helplessly and his hips trying to force themselves closer to the edge of the table. Matt slid his fingers into Dom’s tight briefs, massaging his arse with his knuckles before yanking them down. He dropped them on the floor next to the table and ran his hands up Dom’s back, feeling his rapid breathing, and scraped back down, his nails leaving red tracks on the unblemished skin. He slipped one knee in between Dom’s legs, shoving them apart and stepping between them, pressing his groin to Dom’s arse so he could feel Matt’s hard cock. He slowly increased the tension in the lead until it was taught, the collar tight around Dom’s neck, but not so tight that he couldn’t breathe.
“Please, Master,” Dom said as clearly as he could so the whole room could hear him. Matt pressed momentarily closer to him, silently telling him that he was doing the right thing, before stepping back and spanking Dom again, the blond’s head falling with a soft bang to the table as he moaned.
“Please, touch me,” he pleaded, whimpering as Matt’s hand collided with the tingling flesh of his arse again. His muscles were tense; he was holding himself as still as possible. Matt began to stroll around him once again, walking to the top of the table and staring Dom right in the eyes. Dom refused to look away, holding Matt’s stern gaze, even though Matt could see his throat bob as he swallowed nervously.
“You know to show me respect at all times, Dominic. Why, then, did you not use the only term of respect I ask of you when you addressed me just then?”
The expression in Dom’s eyes was confusion, gradually becoming clearer as he thought about he had said. He looked down, breaking eye contact.
“I'm sorry, Master.”
Matthew clicked his tongue, taking a step towards the edge of the table.
“Until you can show me the respect that you should be showing me, you’ll be wearing this.”
Matt slipped the hand loop of the leash around his wrist as he freed the gag from his belt loop. Bending teasingly over the table, he pushed the ball into Dom’s mouth and he fastened the clip at the back of Dom’s head. Matt straightened up, sliding the loop off over his hand and letting it drop, and they met each other’s eyes once more as Matt pulled a small bell out of his pocket and slipped it into Dom’s left hand as a replacement for a safe word: if things got too much for Dom, he could drop the bell and Matt would stop immediately. Matt’s breath was taken away as he committed the sight in front of him to memory: Dom’s wrists cuffed and his arms stretched out in front of him, secured by the hook; his full, swollen lips wrapped around the red ball; his eyes lusty and dark. Matthew smirked and strode back around to stand behind his captive blond, pausing to suck on his earlobe and leave a bite mark on his shoulder, a low moan managing to break out from behind the gag. Matt sucked on his fingers, bobbing his head and smirking around his fingers at the expressions on the faces of the people watching. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and slid them down to Dom’s hole, standing in between his spread legs and tracing around with the tip of one wet finger. The room was silent save for heavy breathing, and the crowd was motionless except for the occasional shift of weight from one leg to the other or someone reaching down to palm the bulges in their pants and provide themselves some relief; Matt’s own leather jeans felt too tight. He slipped a finger into Dom’s hot body after making sure to lubricate him as thoroughly as possible. He readied Dom quickly, pulling three fingers out of him as soon as he thought he could. His fingers flew to the waistband of his leather pants, undoing the button and zip and releasing his cock with a relieved sigh. He smeared the pre-come that had gathered on the head down his shaft and stepped forwards, pressing against Dom’s arse, his left hand wrapped around his cock. He leisurely pumped himself a couple of times and held the base in his hand, the fingers of his right hand curling around Dom’s hip. He guided himself into Dom, pausing when the head of his cock was encased in his warmth, his left hand copying the action of his right and grabbing Dom’s left hip. He waited for Dom to relax and pushed in further until he was completely sheathed in Dom’s arse. He sighed inaudibly and pulled back, only to push back in slowly. He continued to move slowly, making sure that Dom could feel every inch of him. He could feel Dom’s muscles tighten around him, as if they were trying to hold him in place. He pulled out and snapped back in, digging his nails into Dom’s hips as he built up a steady rhythm, fucking the blond. He could hear the breathing of the people watching them above his own; the sound of Matt’s skin slapping against Dom’s dominated the room. He felt eyes burning his body, and he dropped his to watch his cock sliding in and out of Dom, his gaze drifting up to memorise the sight of Dom spread out in front of him, arm muscles straining against the cuffs and hands clenched into fists. Matt could see Dom’s sides move as he panted, drawing in short, frequent breaths. When Matt hit his prostate, Dom’s whole body jerked. Snapping his hips faster, Matt could feel himself being pulled towards the edge at the same velocity as Dom. He slid one hand around to Dom’s cock, stroking him firmly. The blond moved as much as he could, pushing back onto Matt’s cock and then forwards into his fist. They moved in jerky motions, snapping against each other, speeding up as they got closer to the edge together. Dom’s muscles squeezed Matt’s cock as Matt stroked his, swiping his thumb over his head and collecting the pre-come, spreading it down Dom’s cock. Matt’s hair was sticking to his head with sweat, and Dom’s back was shining in the faint light; Matt thrust into Dom two more times before stilling as he came, his mouth open and gasping in air. He felt hot come spill over his hand as Dom followed him off the edge.
His hips moving slowly, riding out his orgasm, Matt looked around and took in the faces of the people watching: they all displayed arousal. He carefully pulled out of Dom, tucking himself back into his leather trousers and pulling up Dom’s briefs, striding around the table to take the gag off and unhook the cuffs. The blond stood, falling to his knees and waiting for Matthew to take hold of his leash, crawling out of the room by his master’s side. They made their way through the club, moans floating out of the various rooms they passed. Collecting their coats and shoes, they pulled them on and strode out into the street, back to their flat. The walk back passed quickly, and Matt unlocked the door, standing back to allow Dom to walk in before him, following and closing the door, locking it and dropping the keys into the bowl by the door. He looked up and saw Dom waiting for him, head bowed. He caressed Dom’s neck before undoing the collar, allowing the leash to swing through the air.
“You were really good tonight.”
Dom smiled, leaning forward and brushing his lips against Matt’s. “Thank you,” he said, pressing a longer kiss to Matt’s lips.
“Welcome, Dom. I love you.”
Strong arms encircled Matt’s waist and pulled him against Dom’s body. Matt sighed and rested his head in the crook of Dom’s neck as Dom whispered, “I love you, too.”
Author: engel_sehnsucht
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17.
Summary: Dom persuades Matt into doing what he wants that weekend.
Feedback: would be amazing.
Warnings: voyeurism, bondage, language, general sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom. This is complete fiction: it never happened. Storyline and any original characters are my own, so please don't steal, and no profit is being made. No offence is intended.
AN: Massive thank yous to both sheerpoetry, for letting me ramble and worry and be insecure with her, and for reassuring me about this, and to stefanyeah for basically choosing Dom's outfit for me, and for her very helpful insight that people should go places through doors. :P This is for ashamedbliss. I love you, my 'poon, and I hope you have a very lovely birthday. May we be 'poon and snugglecat on the edge of glory for many more years. XD Happy birthday. ♥
I'm so, so sorry about the double post! Stupid LJ limit. *grumbles*
Dom pulled his towel off and threw it on top of Matt’s, walking further into the room and coming to stand in front of Matt, head bowed slightly and hands by his sides.
“Good boy,” Matt murmured, turning and walking to their dresser where Dom’s clothes were still resting, gifting the blond with the view of his pert bum, emphasised by his trousers. Dom obediently stood where he was as Matt returned with his clothes. He placed them on the bed and sorted through the small pile, pulling out some latex underwear. He turned and bent down, listening to Dom swallow as the blond realised that Matt was going to dress him, and allowed Dom to step into the pants, pulling them up his legs and tucking him into the tight, shiny black latex underwear. Next, after taking a moment to drink in the sight of Dom in the tight briefs, Matt reached behind himself and grasped the leather harness, wrapping it around Dom’s upper body and fastening the buckles. The black straps crossed over Dom’s chest, connected in the middle of his chest with a circle of metal; the soft leather gently reflected the light, a stark contrast to the shine of Matt’s patent boots.
Matt reached out and circled Dom’s wrists with his fingers, as he said, “Hold your hands out.” Dom lifted his arms to waist height and Matt released his wrists, twisting and grabbing two leather bands with metal loops attached to them, so a chain could be connected. They were wrapped around Dom’s wrists and he was allowed by Matt to drop them again. Finally, Matt retrieved his leather collar and metal leash. Dropping the leash on the bed with a clatter of chains, Matt’s long fingers caressed Dom’s neck, the collar held between his index and middle fingers of his right hand.
“You’re such a good boy, Dominic,” Matt breathed, leaning in to brush Dom’s mouth with his own. The blond shivered, his eyes fluttering shut, stiffening his body to make sure he didn’t move. Matt’s lips wrapped around his earlobe and he nibbled gently as he carefully buckled the collar around Dom’s neck, feeling the vibrations of his suppressed moan with his fingers. He pulled back and kissed Dom sweetly, both men knowing that this would be the last time Matt would show affection to Dom before they got home later that night. Pulling back, Matt picked up the leash from the bed and clipped it to the collar, wrapping the chain around his hand and tugging slightly, Dom stumbling forwards. Matt smiled, gesturing for Dom to sit on the bed, desire darkening his blue eyes. He lined Dom’s eyes with the same kohl pencil and, placing it on the bedside table, grabbed the plate with Dom’s food on and placed it on his lap, sitting next to him on the bed with the leash looped around his wrist. They ate in silence, Matt putting their plates on the floor, one on top of the other, when they had finished. They stood and Matt pulled a coat off the hanger, gesturing for Dom pull on a coat and a pair of shoes. When Dom was ready, the collar and leash hidden by his coat so they could get to the club without any trouble from anyone on the streets, they left the flat, striding swiftly to Club Domina. They walked down the street together, Dom walking slightly behind Matt as a sign of respect that was indiscernible to other people. Turning down a small side street, as Matt had earlier, they walked a bit further and took the second left, which led them to the club. The street was clear of drunks, unlike Friday afternoon; they knew to leave when the club was open, as the managers had called the police about them before. Walking up to the door, Matt murmured their details to the bouncer, who checked his list while asking for I.D. Matt pulled out his driver’s license and the bouncer nodded. Slipping the card back into the pocket of his coat, Matt reached down the collar of Dom’s coat and pulled out the leash, tugging Dom into the club behind him. They quickly stripped off their coats and Dom kicked his shoes off, leaving them in a designated area and moving out of the way of the door and the other people walking in, dressed in similar clothes to themselves.
Dom was shoved down onto all fours, and Matt tugged the leash and started to stroll further into the club, Dom crawling by his side. He was not the only person crawling next to their masters; there were at least four more people, men and women, on the floor, collared and being controlled by a lead. It was full of people, gay and straight couples; Doms talking to each other while their subs waited obediently by their sides, exchanging stories and techniques that they used to train their submissives. Matt paused, seemingly looking around for someone. He caught a glimpse into a room between the couples, and saw Steve, the store owner, holding a long whip. He grinned and started to weave through the people dotted around the room, watching different displays, Dom crawling by his side. They entered the room, Steve winking subtly at Matt as he turned his attention back to his sub, strapped to a metal cross on the wall. He was naked and his back was covered in red stripes from the blows he had already received. Steve flicked the whip and it cracked through the air. His partner barely flinched, his muscles merely twitching when Steve flicked the whip at him and it smacked his back. He delivered a few more blows in quick succession, the other man moaning erotically. As Steve swung the whip, the muscles in his slender arms were showcased. Matt could feel himself hardening in his already tight pants. A quick glance down at Dom showed Matt that he was just as affected. Steve dropped his whip, allowing it to fall to the floor with a clatter and strode over to the man, pressing his body to the bound man’s as he undid the cuffs around his wrists and bending down to release the man’s ankles. They both stepped away from the cross, leaving it free for the customers to use.
Matt winked at Steve when the shopkeeper smirked at Dom and his attire, and Matt tugged on his leash, walking out of the room with Dom crawling beside him. They crossed the busy hall and entered another room. There was a large black rectangle, almost reminiscent of an altar, in the middle of the room. There was hooks and chains all over it, allowing people to tie their submissives in different positions. The room was decorated in dark colours, with small lights in the ceiling. There were a few people in room, waiting for them.
Matt tugged on the leash, and Dom raised himself to kneel in front of Matt, his eyes fixated on the bulge in Matt’s pants.
“Undo them,” Matt ordered, and Dom unbuttoned the tight leather jeans, unzipping them and moving to pull Matt’s hard cock out, before catching himself and lowering his hands to his sides.
“Good boy. You’re going to suck my cock.”
A shudder ripped through Dom, and he reached up again and pulled Matt’s cock out. He immediately leaned forwards and took the head into his mouth, his hands placed on Matt’s hips for balance and to steady himself. His tongue swirled around Matt’s head, licking up the pre-come. He tongued the slit before moving his head forwards, taking more of his master’s cock into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the shaft as he moved down, sucking hard as he moved back, dragging his tongue over the slit again and took Matt as deep into his mouth as he could, humming as he pulled back. Matt’s long fingers fell to his hair and gripped tightly, holding his head still as he thrust into Dom’s willing mouth. Dom could feel the cock in his mouth throbbing as he wrapped his tongue around it, tracing a thick vein with the tip of his tongue. As Matt pulled back, he allowed his teeth to gently drag on his skin; his master moaned and tightened his grip on Dom’s hair in response. The blond breathed deeply through his nose as he felt the head of Matt’s cock hit the back of his throat, sucking as best he could. Matt came with a groan, the first sound he had made, mixing with the heavy breathing of the people watching them. Dom swallowed quickly, taking all that Matt shot down his throat and lapping at his head to clean him as he pulled out and tucked himself back into his trousers, zipping them up.
“Up,” Matthew commanded, tugging on the leash. Dom obeyed, murmuring “Yes, sir,” and standing as quickly as he could. Matthew walked in front of him, using the leash to pull Dom forwards. Someone shoved Dom from behind, making him stumble and the chain of his lead to rattle. Matt turned around and shot a warning look at the crowd, stopping and reaching out, fisting a hand in Dom’s hair.
“He's mine,” Matthew hissed, tightening his hold on Dom’s hair to emphasise his point, the blond panting and his hard cock straining against his tight, restrictive latex underwear.
“No one is to touch him without my permission.”
The mute crowd nodded, and Matthew turned again, walking to the top of the altar-like table. Dominic stood at the opposite end, the metal leash stretched over the table between them. Matthew pulled, and Dom began to bend over, his hands out in front of him, until he was fully bent at the waist, his upper body resting on the block, chest pressed to the cool surface, like a sacrifice to the gods. Matthew pushed Dom’s hands away from each other so they reached to both corners of the top of the table and secured the loop on his cuffs to the restraints. Matt began to pace around Dominic, still holding onto the leash. He drank in Dom, his torso stretched out on the table, his golden skin glowing gently in the soft light, the effect of the lighting a complete contrast to the purpose of the room. He walked behind Dominic and spanked him, Dom moaning helplessly and his hips trying to force themselves closer to the edge of the table. Matt slid his fingers into Dom’s tight briefs, massaging his arse with his knuckles before yanking them down. He dropped them on the floor next to the table and ran his hands up Dom’s back, feeling his rapid breathing, and scraped back down, his nails leaving red tracks on the unblemished skin. He slipped one knee in between Dom’s legs, shoving them apart and stepping between them, pressing his groin to Dom’s arse so he could feel Matt’s hard cock. He slowly increased the tension in the lead until it was taught, the collar tight around Dom’s neck, but not so tight that he couldn’t breathe.
“Please, Master,” Dom said as clearly as he could so the whole room could hear him. Matt pressed momentarily closer to him, silently telling him that he was doing the right thing, before stepping back and spanking Dom again, the blond’s head falling with a soft bang to the table as he moaned.
“Please, touch me,” he pleaded, whimpering as Matt’s hand collided with the tingling flesh of his arse again. His muscles were tense; he was holding himself as still as possible. Matt began to stroll around him once again, walking to the top of the table and staring Dom right in the eyes. Dom refused to look away, holding Matt’s stern gaze, even though Matt could see his throat bob as he swallowed nervously.
“You know to show me respect at all times, Dominic. Why, then, did you not use the only term of respect I ask of you when you addressed me just then?”
The expression in Dom’s eyes was confusion, gradually becoming clearer as he thought about he had said. He looked down, breaking eye contact.
“I'm sorry, Master.”
Matthew clicked his tongue, taking a step towards the edge of the table.
“Until you can show me the respect that you should be showing me, you’ll be wearing this.”
Matt slipped the hand loop of the leash around his wrist as he freed the gag from his belt loop. Bending teasingly over the table, he pushed the ball into Dom’s mouth and he fastened the clip at the back of Dom’s head. Matt straightened up, sliding the loop off over his hand and letting it drop, and they met each other’s eyes once more as Matt pulled a small bell out of his pocket and slipped it into Dom’s left hand as a replacement for a safe word: if things got too much for Dom, he could drop the bell and Matt would stop immediately. Matt’s breath was taken away as he committed the sight in front of him to memory: Dom’s wrists cuffed and his arms stretched out in front of him, secured by the hook; his full, swollen lips wrapped around the red ball; his eyes lusty and dark. Matthew smirked and strode back around to stand behind his captive blond, pausing to suck on his earlobe and leave a bite mark on his shoulder, a low moan managing to break out from behind the gag. Matt sucked on his fingers, bobbing his head and smirking around his fingers at the expressions on the faces of the people watching. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and slid them down to Dom’s hole, standing in between his spread legs and tracing around with the tip of one wet finger. The room was silent save for heavy breathing, and the crowd was motionless except for the occasional shift of weight from one leg to the other or someone reaching down to palm the bulges in their pants and provide themselves some relief; Matt’s own leather jeans felt too tight. He slipped a finger into Dom’s hot body after making sure to lubricate him as thoroughly as possible. He readied Dom quickly, pulling three fingers out of him as soon as he thought he could. His fingers flew to the waistband of his leather pants, undoing the button and zip and releasing his cock with a relieved sigh. He smeared the pre-come that had gathered on the head down his shaft and stepped forwards, pressing against Dom’s arse, his left hand wrapped around his cock. He leisurely pumped himself a couple of times and held the base in his hand, the fingers of his right hand curling around Dom’s hip. He guided himself into Dom, pausing when the head of his cock was encased in his warmth, his left hand copying the action of his right and grabbing Dom’s left hip. He waited for Dom to relax and pushed in further until he was completely sheathed in Dom’s arse. He sighed inaudibly and pulled back, only to push back in slowly. He continued to move slowly, making sure that Dom could feel every inch of him. He could feel Dom’s muscles tighten around him, as if they were trying to hold him in place. He pulled out and snapped back in, digging his nails into Dom’s hips as he built up a steady rhythm, fucking the blond. He could hear the breathing of the people watching them above his own; the sound of Matt’s skin slapping against Dom’s dominated the room. He felt eyes burning his body, and he dropped his to watch his cock sliding in and out of Dom, his gaze drifting up to memorise the sight of Dom spread out in front of him, arm muscles straining against the cuffs and hands clenched into fists. Matt could see Dom’s sides move as he panted, drawing in short, frequent breaths. When Matt hit his prostate, Dom’s whole body jerked. Snapping his hips faster, Matt could feel himself being pulled towards the edge at the same velocity as Dom. He slid one hand around to Dom’s cock, stroking him firmly. The blond moved as much as he could, pushing back onto Matt’s cock and then forwards into his fist. They moved in jerky motions, snapping against each other, speeding up as they got closer to the edge together. Dom’s muscles squeezed Matt’s cock as Matt stroked his, swiping his thumb over his head and collecting the pre-come, spreading it down Dom’s cock. Matt’s hair was sticking to his head with sweat, and Dom’s back was shining in the faint light; Matt thrust into Dom two more times before stilling as he came, his mouth open and gasping in air. He felt hot come spill over his hand as Dom followed him off the edge.
His hips moving slowly, riding out his orgasm, Matt looked around and took in the faces of the people watching: they all displayed arousal. He carefully pulled out of Dom, tucking himself back into his leather trousers and pulling up Dom’s briefs, striding around the table to take the gag off and unhook the cuffs. The blond stood, falling to his knees and waiting for Matthew to take hold of his leash, crawling out of the room by his master’s side. They made their way through the club, moans floating out of the various rooms they passed. Collecting their coats and shoes, they pulled them on and strode out into the street, back to their flat. The walk back passed quickly, and Matt unlocked the door, standing back to allow Dom to walk in before him, following and closing the door, locking it and dropping the keys into the bowl by the door. He looked up and saw Dom waiting for him, head bowed. He caressed Dom’s neck before undoing the collar, allowing the leash to swing through the air.
“You were really good tonight.”
Dom smiled, leaning forward and brushing his lips against Matt’s. “Thank you,” he said, pressing a longer kiss to Matt’s lips.
“Welcome, Dom. I love you.”
Strong arms encircled Matt’s waist and pulled him against Dom’s body. Matt sighed and rested his head in the crook of Dom’s neck as Dom whispered, “I love you, too.”