Adrian couldn’t help the trill of pleasure that ran down his spine when he spotted Dominic walking toward Glass Garden. He was wearing a suit that fit that taut, built body as if it had been tailored to it, and even from a distance, Dominic’s bowtie was brilliant, like the summer day around them. Adrian caught yellows and blues and maybe a hint of red.
He couldn’t wait to see it closer, watch Dominic feast, then strip everything off that body and claim the man as his own. And perhaps be claimed, as well.
Both prospects made him shiver.
Dominic must have spotted him, because his gaze became riveted and his smile one part happy, the other part lust-filled. When Dominic was close enough, Adrian took his elbow, then his chin, and gave him a not-so-chaste kiss right there on the street.
Dominic moaned and gripped Adrian’s arm. When he relented, there was surprise in his eyes and that lovely flush on those cheeks. “Hi,” he said, his voice breathless and hoarse.
“Hello.” Adrian dropped his fingers to Dominic’s bowtie and yes, it was beautiful close up, a yellow base with blue-and-red paisley designs. From the feel, it was silk. “You look spectacular.”
People flowed past them on the sidewalk and Dominic’s eyes were bright. “So do you.”
Adrian had worn one of his better charcoal-gray suits to work—which Jackson had commented on that morning at the gym because nothing got past him—and paired it the a pale yellow shirt and a tie that was an homage to his roots, Celtic knot-work in greens and yellow and browns. He’d even dug out his gold cufflinks, the ones with his initials.
Watching Dominic’s hungry gaze drift over his body now, he was glad he’d taken the time to dress to impress this interesting, contradictory man. “Shall we go in?” He slipped his hand into Dominic’s.
That sweet voice was still breathless. “Yeah. Or your place.” His blush deepened. “Whichever.”
Adrian gave the fingers entwined with his a squeeze. “Patience.” Then he led Dominic into the restaurant.
The staff was cordial, punctual, and perfectly mannered as they led them to a small table in the dining room, all arranged so that diners wouldn’t be crowded by others, would feel the intimacy of the low light, glass, and dark wood that mimicked art deco trees. It was ideal for taunting and teasing Dominic in the ways Adrian so wanted.
Dominic unbuttoned his suit jacket like he’d worn them often enough, and a glimpse of the interior fabric plus the way it hung on his frame made Adrian reassess his earlier thought. It wasn’t just a good fit—this suit had been tailored for Dominic. Custom-made, likely. The fabric, though not showy, was high quality and the lining uniquely patterned.
A place in Brooklyn. A bespoke suit. A musician. Not quite an equation that added up, but Adrian set it aside.
They received menus and their server described the specials in detail. Adrian half-listened to her and half-watched Dominic’s reactions. Yes, this was a man moved by food. Or at least by taste and experiences.
In the end Adrian chose the filet mignon while Dominic chose short-rib ravioli in truffle sauce, and they split a pricey bottle of red Bordeaux. It wouldn’t break his budget, but it was more extravagant than he usually was on a date.
Then again, he usually just bought hookups a cheap drink at a club and pulled them into a darkened corner for some fun. This was completely different, down to the fine china. He sipped his expensive wine.
“Why are you smiling?” Dominic’s voice was full of curiosity.
“Would you like to know a truth?”
Dominic’s look got distant for a moment. “I prefer truths.”
“Mmm. Me, too. But this—” he gestured between them “—is young yet. We all have cards we hold to our chests.”
A nod and a very steady look.
“I said I wanted more than a one-night stand. But that’s not my usual motive, either.”
Dominic tipped his head back a little. “So you’re a love ’em and leave ’em guy, too?”
Adrian shrugged. “I can be. It’s certainly easier sometimes.”
“But...” Dominic picked up his wineglass and swirled.
“You’re worth more than one night. I knew that when I sat down next to you.”
Dominic let the wine level out and stared at it for a moment before shifting his gaze to Adrian. He might be all of twenty-seven, but there was a great deal of experience and that same steel Adrian had glimpsed before. “Because I was reading about rentboys?”
Adrian laughed. He couldn’t help it, and he caught a few other diners looking their way. But that was, in some respects, part of the truth. “Not just any book about rentboys. How many people do you know who read Jack Saul?”
A touch of red on his cheeks. “None. R—” Dominic froze and the blush was gone, replaced with something that looked a little like terror. He shook himself once. “One of my bandmates prefers history. The others like fiction, but not...” He let the comment die and didn’t look up.
The mysterious band. And obviously a subject Dominic preferred to keep off the table.
“This is probably presumptuous, but I think perhaps we both prefer quick and easy from time to time because we don’t make friends that readily.”
The smile returned to Dominic, knowing and wry. “That is presumptuous, given we’ve met, what, three times.”
And fucked so very much in one evening, but Adrian kept those thoughts behind his lips.
Still, Dominic’s eyes danced. “But you’re not wrong. I don’t make friends easily. I don’t like opening myself up.”
“Yet here you are.”
A slow nod. “But so are you.”
Adrian so wanted to take this man apart. Instead, he reached across the table and offered his hand.
Dominic took it, and his lips hitched up. “For the record, it’s kinda nice, this not being a one-time thing.”
Good. So very good.
When their meals came, Adrian thoroughly enjoyed his steak and the soft, appreciative noises Dominic made while he ate. The flutter of his eyes, and the slow swallows. It wasn’t a show at all—likely Dominic didn’t even know how expressive he was.
The wine had mellowed his stare, though left it more heated. Dominic was emboldened, too, that solid core showing through the blush when he trailed his foot up the back of Adrian’s leg.
Oh yes, this night was perfect so far. “How do you feel about dessert?”
A smirk. “Gonna feed it to me?”
“Yes.” The reply was simple, straightforward, and made Dominic’s eyes widen.
He sat up a little straighter. “Here?”
“Yes, here.”
“You wouldn’t!” He looked around the dining room and gestured. “I mean—”
Adrian tilted his head and let his smile widen. “It’s not like I’m asking you to kneel down and suck my dick.”
A visible shudder ran through Dominic. “Yes, it is.” His voice was low and rough. “It’s exactly like that, just—less obvious.”
“Will you? Lick lemon tart from my fork?”
Dominic’s cheeks were red, and he shifted in his seat. “Fuck yes. Do me.”
This time Adrian clamped down on the laughter, but his face ached from grinning and his heart soared when Dominic smiled widely. If he had to guess, those very expensive dress pants of his were tenting nicely.
When the waiter came, he ordered a lemon tart. One fork.
Such a treat to have Dominic lean forward so much he had to lift his ass off the chair to claim what Adrian offered. And the blush, and the throaty little whimper, and the wide eyes. Dominic was a blushing, squirming, well-dressed mess by the time they finished dessert. And yes, it was very, very much like having Dominic on his knees before him.
Maybe even a little better, since the restaurant couldn’t exactly throw them out for something het couples did all the time at eateries.
Adrian left a large tip on their large check, and led Dominic out of the place. His own cock had been hard as a rock during Dominic’s show and still wasn’t completely down again. “If I didn’t know better,” he murmured in Dominic’s ear, “I’d think you were an exhibitionist.”
Oh, the blush. “I’m not really. You just...” His eyes were a bit glassy. “I like how I feel when you do this to me.”
Adrian shifted his hand from the top of Dominic’s back to the small of it. “So do I.”
He’d never quite done this kind of subtle domination before, since he’d never dated anyone remotely like Dominic before. Hardly dated at all.
Walking through Manhattan with Dominic Bradley all strung out and half into subspace? Pure bliss. Adrian led him down into the subway, and there he could tell Dominic was used enough to the city. Every motion was automatic and normal, like someone who’d ridden the trains for years.
There was also a spark in those eyes now, one that drove Adrian’s pulse up, because there was the flame he glimpsed in Dominic sometimes.
While they waited on the platform for the train that would take them back to Brooklyn, Dominic slid close and ran a finger down Adrian’s tie. “Thank you for dinner. And especially dessert.” He angled his lips close and just brushed them over Adrian’s. It would have been a gentle kiss, except that Dominic’s palm slid low and pressed against Adrian, hard and right over his cock. “Though I wonder...” he murmured, his lips brushing Adrian’s with every word. “What would have happened if you had asked me to suck your cock?”
“Knowing you,” Adrian replied, trailing fingertips over Dominic’s face, “you would have. You’re not as shy as you let on, Mr. Bradley.”
A surprised laugh. “I am, really, I am.”
But he didn’t kiss that way, and when Adrian grasped those hips and held them close together on the subway platform, the way Dominic ground and moved belied any ounce of shyness. Hell, Adrian probably could have jerked him off right there and then.
But there were other people on the platform, and this was near Wall Street, and it wasn’t even midnight yet.
So he bit Dominic’s lip, then said, “Behave.”
The chuckled response was soft, and so sexy, Adrian wanted to take him right then and there. “I’m just remembering your promise.”
Leather around those wrists. Yes, that would happen in due time.
They necked like teens the entire ride to Brooklyn, and stumbled from the subway station like they’d had three bottles of wine rather than one. Dominic had been handsy, finding all the chinks in Adrian’s armor and making him just as hot and bothered. Bratty, lovely. Perfect.
As soon as the front door locked behind them, Adrian took Dominic by the lapels of his beautifully cut suit and rammed him up against the wall, knee between those legs and all his body weight pressing him against unyielding plaster. There was the little moan in response, the heat of desire on Dominic’s face and the glaze of lust in his eyes.
Adrian skimmed his mouth over Dominic’s neck. “You’re a fucking little tease, aren’t you?”
The reply was a wicked chuckle Adrian felt against his chest. “You don’t seem to mind.”
Adrian pressed himself harder against Dominic and ran his teeth over the light stubble on that neck. “Just means I get to do all sorts of things to you in retribution.” He claimed Dominic’s mouth and swallowed whatever reply was about to come out from between those lips.
As always, Dominic melted into Adrian as they kissed. So hungry and blazing hot. Every inch of the lithe body squirming and grinding against Adrian begged to be tamed and teased and fucked.
And he would. Tonight he’d show Dominic how much their lovemaking on Wednesday had been an appetizer to the main course Adrian could provide.
If Dominic wanted more than a fling. Which it seemed like he did—just like Adrian.
When he broke the kiss, Dominic whimpered and leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed, breathing fast.
“Want leather around those pretty wrists of yours?” He nipped at Dominic’s chin. “Because I wanna tie you up and take you apart.”
Dominic opened his eyes, and his pupils were huge. He met Adrian’s gaze with fire and decisiveness. “Yeah. Been waiting all night. Put those cuffs of yours on me and break me into a million pieces.”
Desire spun up Adrian, quickening his heart. He’d been hard off and on since they’d been seated for dinner. He was hard now, with Dominic against him, but this—this scratched another need besides getting his rocks off.
Control. Dominance. The ability to withhold or give pleasure as he saw fit. Sure, it stoked his fire, but just like feeding the tart to Dominic at dinner, that control also fed Adrian’s mind and heart and soul.
“I’m not going to be gentle.” He ground his thigh into Dominic’s hard length.
Dominic tried to arch, but only managed to lengthen his neck. His moan was half a sigh of contentment and half a groan of lust. “Good. I want to feel you on me and in me for the next week.”
Adrian closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of Dominic’s skin and hair. The crisp linen of his shirt and the slight scent of pressed wool from his suit jacket. “We’re going to my bedroom, and once we get there, you’re going to do everything I say, unless you have some fundamental objection to my requests.”
Though he was standing still, Dominic was shaking—vibrating—with excitement and tension. “And if I do have a fundamental objection?”
Adrian opened his eyes and looked straight into Dominic’s. “You tell me.” He paused. “Or you can pick a safeword.”
Dominic huffed out a breath. “Would you feel better if I did?”
Interesting question. He kept his weight against Dominic, and still pressed his thigh against that hard cock Dominic tried to rut against him while he considered his answer. “I’ve played both ways. With a safeword and without.”
“But which do you prefer?” That was a purr, a luscious whisper of words. “What turns you on most?”
Dominic turned him on the most. All of him. His mind and body and the unfulfilled needs Adrian had glimpsed Wednesday. That core of steel, the softness and shyness. His passion and openness. His exhibitionist streak.
He kissed Dominic’s jaw, then met those deep brown eyes. “I want you to feel safe and secure.”
This time, his chuckle was gentle. “I’ve felt safe with you since you sat down next to me that first night. And I’d feel absolutely ridiculous if I have to blurt out kumquat or marzipan or another word I’ll never remember rather than just telling you I don’t want something.”
Adrian laughed. He couldn’t help it. Then he kissed Dominic’s neck until he heard that helpless moan before relenting. “All right.” He released his hold on Dominic’s suit and worked his tie loose. “Do you remember where the master bedroom is?”
“Yes.” A breathless answer.
“Good. I want you to go up there, strip off every last bit of clothing you’re wearing, and I want you kneeling with your hands behind your back before I join you. You’re going to have about three minutes, and I don’t want to be disappointed. Do you think you can do that?”
Dominic shuddered. His eyes were wide and clear, and he swallowed before answering, “Yeah.”
“Good.” Adrian let go of the tie and stepped away. “Go.”
Dominic swayed for an instant, then moved quickly toward the stairs. He didn’t run—nothing so frantic as that—he just moved at a very determined pace. He was out of sight and on the second floor in no time at all.
Adrian palmed himself through his pants. Oh, he would enjoy every second of this. Dominic responded beautifully to commands, and he had a feeling placing his cuffs around those wrists would turn Dominic inside out.
And if he indulged in the deep, deep satisfaction of being the first man to ever tie Dominic Bradley up, well, maybe that was only natural.
The only firsts he’d ever had the pleasure of being part of before were his own.
After pouring and drinking a glass of water in the kitchen, Adrian headed upstairs. He hadn’t been timing Dominic—he hadn’t even intended to. The creaking of the floorboards above his head did stop pretty rapidly nonetheless, and Adrian savored how Dominic might feel.
The nervousness. The anticipation. The desire to please.
Not unfamiliar emotions, since he had all of them as well, though he knew it couldn’t be the same.
Still, when he entered his bedroom, nothing prepared him for the sight of Dominic naked and kneeling, hands at the small of his back, head slightly bowed. He’d positioned himself at the foot of the bed. Not too close, though—there was still enough space for Adrian to walk completely around Dominic.
The wood floors sounded as Adrian entered, and Dominic shivered, but didn’t look over.
Adrian never spoke right away—part of it was to savor the quiver and shake of his submissive while they waited to see if there was praise or scolding.
Tonight, most of his lack of speech was due to Dominic taking his breath away.
Dominic was fucking gorgeous on his knees and delightful to watch. Flushed. Hard. Nearly panting as he tried to control his breathing. So turned on and wound tight. He was someone who needed release in the worse way.
A gift to Adrian—and he’d return that to Dominic, with interest.
He paused behind Dominic, watching but not touching. Silent and waiting. Some submissives spoke around now, to ask if Adrian was pleased. Dominic raised his head slightly, but didn’t say a damn thing—and that alone nearly made Adrian groan in pleasure. He hadn’t asked for silence, but he also hadn’t given any other commands but strip and kneel. Yet Dominic waited. And waited. Controlled. Bound, even without leather. Without even knowing.
God, this would be a pleasure.
Dominic’s clothing was folded into a pile on the dresser. Adrian continued past him and slipped off his own suit jacket, folded it, and set it next to Dominic’s clothing. He turned and started in on his tie.
An ever-so-slight movement from Dominic. He didn’t move his head, but he was obviously watching Adrian from the corners of his eyes.
Good. There was that heady mix of soft and hard in Dominic—the need to obey and the strength to do it.
Adrian took his time sliding off his tie, then worked the buttons of his shirt free before stripping that off, too. He left the suit pants on for now.
Dominic shook, and his lips were parted as he strove to take in enough air.
Adrian couldn’t help the smile as he spoke. “You’re magnificent, Dominic.”
Instant flush. Dominic’s head bowed and his mouth snapped shut. But some of the tension was gone, melting into pleasure.
“I find it hard to believe you’ve never knelt for anyone before.”
Dominic straightened and looked at Adrian. “I’ve knelt plenty of times before, but never for anyone.”
A slow nod, and Dominic’s gaze turned inward. “For myself, too. But yeah, for you.”
When he looked back Adrian’s heart skipped a beat, because there was the vulnerability, the trust, the hope he so wanted to pull from Dominic. Yes. Give me that. Like water in a desert, he wanted to drink Dominic down, pull them both into pleasure and comfort and that perfect moment where the world holds still.
He held Dominic’s gaze a moment longer, then turned to his bed, to where the leather cuffs still hung off the frame, trusting that Dominic would look, too—and yes. There was that hitch of breath.
He walked to the top of the bed and claimed the cuffs, and ran his fingers over the leather and metal. He’d used them on many partners, and it almost seemed like sacrilege to put them on Dominic, perhaps because there was more to this than merely claiming Dominic for the night. But he had no others that were this comfortable.
And, in the end, they were Adrian’s cuffs, not anyone else’s.
When he turned, Dominic met his gaze. His hands were still clasped behind his back, cock still hard and jutting, but that desperation was gone, replaced by a deeply rooted calm. “Please,” he said, his voice low and soft. “I want to know what it feels like.”
“And so you shall.” As Adrian closed in on Dominic, two thoughts coalesced in his mind. The first was that claimings went both ways. The other was that after tonight, he’d never use these cuffs on any other person.
Adrian gripped the cuffs and stepped forward.
* * *
Dom had never felt so liberated, free, and powerful as he did kneeling on the floor of Adrian’s bedroom, naked, and under Adrian’s command. All the pornos he’d seen and books he’d read with submission and BDSM—they seemed to have gotten this part wrong. Or maybe he hadn’t read the words right, because he probably ought to not feel like he could take over the world right now.
Then again, that’s how he felt when he put Domino on and walked onstage.
Yeah, he was nervous and so fucking turned on that every breath ached his balls and cock, but even when Adrian stroked his cheek and he shivered into the touch, that sense of calm and poise and power remained.
He’d do whatever Adrian asked because he could and chose to.
“Dominic.” His name was a caress on Adrian’s tongue. “You’ve truly never played before? Never done anything like this?”
“No. I—I’ve read about it, though.”
“Yes, so you said.” Laughter there. Adrian slipped behind Dom. From the shift of fabric and the creek of the floor, Dom guessed that Adrian too had knelt.
Fingers at Dom’s left wrist, somehow cool against his skin. “Loosen your arms for me.” Adrian’s breath was hot across the back of Dom’s neck.
He’d worn leather cuffs as part of Domino’s outfits. But he’d been the one to buckle them on himself. This—this was different. He was acutely aware of the smoothness and softness of the padding inside and the cool touch as the cuff tightened around his wrist. The tug wasn’t his own. Adrian’s hands held him, his fingers traced up Dom’s arms.
“I can’t get over all this ink,” Adrian murmured. “I want to taste every inch of you again.”
The weight of those words circled him like the leather band, and Dom shuddered, tendrils of pleasure sliding down into his balls and up into his head.
Then Adrian put the other cuff on, and somehow it was more intense this time. Still, that sense of power, but it was coupled with such a feeling of security. Of peace. That overlaid the desire and need and heightened every ounce of it.
He moaned. Couldn’t help it.
“God,” Adrian breathed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He brought Dom’s wrists close together, and there was a little click. “There you are.” Lips brushed the nape of Dom’s neck. “In my leather, with your hands bound behind your back. For me.”
“Yes.” The word came straight from his soul, and it was Adrian who moaned.
The floorboards echoed Dom’s groans as Adrian rose and came to stand in front of Dom.
Those strong fingers gripped Dominic’s chin. “I think I know what to do with that mouth of yours.”
God, yes. He wanted Adrian’s dick so badly. Wanted the salt and taste of him. The groans. “Bet you do.”
“I’m not going to be kind tonight, Dominic. I’ll fuck you how I like, including that throat of yours.”
It was a warning, but also a question, too, Dom realized. Still making sure this was fine, that Dom had no reservations. He smirked up at Adrian. “Bet I can take it.”
Yes, fuck yes. He wanted to be used, wanted it to be hard and raw and rough. Dom wanted it, trusted Adrian, and knew he would take care of him.
Adrian’s lips twitched, and he reached for his belt.
There was the glorious sound of the buckle opening. The slide of the tongue from the loops and the sensuous sound of a button and a zipper being undone. Adrian freed his thick shaft from his pants and underwear and stroked himself idly. “I suppose we’ll find that out.”
Adrian slid one hand into Dom’s hair and pulled tight. The shock and flare of pain had Dom gasping just as Adrian stepped in and shoved the head of his cock into Dom’s mouth.
He moaned around it, unable to move his head for the tightness of Adrian’s grip. Tears sprang to the corners of his eyes. So fucking good. No one ever manhandled him like this.
“Suck it, Dominic. Now.” An edge to Adrian’s voice.
Dom shivered and did as told, with all his skill and passion, taking in as much of Adrian’s length as he could. Working his tongue around the shaft. Over veins, around the glans, into the slit, then opening his throat even more when Adrian thrust in. He’d fucking make Adrian come if he could.
If he was allowed to. And there was the sense of freedom and euphoria. He didn’t have to worry about that—he only needed to take Adrian’s thrusts, open himself, and give the best blowjob he knew how.
He doubled down and was rewarded by a moan and Adrian’s slurred words. “Fucking hell. Your mouth. Goddamn.”
Dom strained against the cuffs and the link that held them together, wanting to feel the weight of Adrian’s balls in his hands, the hard muscles of his ass, but he was bound and restrained, and for the first time, he ached at the loss of control.
Adrian chuckled. “I was wondering when you’d realize that.” He gripped Dom’s hair harder. “Means you can’t stop me if I want to go deep.”
That was all the warning Dom had before the gentle thrusts in and out of his mouth became harder and more demanding. “Open for me, Dominic. Fucking take every inch of my cock.”
His moan sounded more like a whine, and he let Adrian slide in deep and long until he was almost sure he wouldn’t pull out enough to let him breathe—but he did. Just enough before he thrust in again. Fast, deep. His nose in Adrian’s pubes. Tears in his eyes. The slick sounds of grunts and choking and moans—his and Adrian’s.
“That’s it. Just like that. A good little cocksucker getting his face fucked like he deserves.”
Yeah. He did deserve it. He fucking wanted it like this. He’d never known how much he’d needed this. It was hot and perfect and just brutal enough to leave him gasping and moaning and a total wreck. He was so fucking hard that if Adrian nudged Dom’s dick with his shoe, he’d spill all over those nice, shiny leather shoes.
He nearly did without the nudge, but he couldn’t quite reach that release. Heaven and hell. He’d never been suspended like that before.
Adrian’s hold on his head loosened ever so slightly, and his breath was hard and ragged as he spoke. “You’re gonna drink down every drop of my come, or I’ll make you lick what you spill from the floor.”
Oh god. Yes. He’d do either. Dom could only moan around Adrian’s shaft, and it thickened and thrust in and out of Dom’s throat until Adrian bit back a wordless curse and came hot and hard on Dominic’s tongue.
Dom sucked and swallowed and mouthed Adrian as he groaned and thrust with a hell of a lot less control than before, until he was utterly spent and Dom was left shaking and wanting with tears in his eyes. He looked up, and Adrian’s eyes weren’t dry either—his expression was almost one of shock.
Fingers traced his chin and caressed his lips. “Fucking hell, babe,” Adrian murmured.
Dom knew from experience that this wasn’t the end of the night. He didn’t expect Adrian to drop down to his knees, though, to take Dom’s face between his hands and kiss him like he was the only man in existence.
But that’s what Adrian did, and Dom moaned into him, every nerve on fire.
Adrian wiped away the wetness on Dom’s face. “I love tasting me on your tongue.”
“Fuck my face more often, then.” His words were whispered and hoarse.
A deep rumble of amusement and a pat on the cheek. “We’ve only had two nights.”
Felt like so much more. Everything with Adrian was hot and fast, and yet somehow so slow and perfect, too. Like now, when Adrian pulled him up from the floor and took him to the bed.
Adrian unclasped the cuffs from each other. “Lie down on your back. I’m going to tie you to the headboard for a little while. See what you think of that.”
Dom exhaled, a strange heat running through his body that had nothing to do with the ache of his cock. “Yeah, okay.”
Adrian took each arm and swung it up, murmuring how Dom should move, how he needed to position his body. Gentle voice, gentle touch. He was still in all his clothing, too.
“Wanna see you naked,” Dom said. Everything was heady and light again.
Adrian smiled and touched his face. “Do you?”
“Yeah. I mean, if you want? ’Cause I guess I’m not supposed to demand anything, am I?”
He couldn’t even name the emotions that flickered over Adrian’s features, but there was such a weight to them, and in his gravelly voice. “You, Dominic, can always ask me for anything you wish.”
What he wished. He wanted everything. This moment. Wednesday. Whatever happened tomorrow. He wanted the band and Domino. He wanted Adrian to make the world go away so only Dom existed. Dom and Adrian.
“I’m in way over my head.”
“Shh.” Adrian’s brow furrowed. “So am I.”
Dom closed his eyes. Oh fucking hell. He was gonna fall in love with Adrian. After two damn dates. That wasn’t safe and it wasn’t fair at all.
A touch on his arm had Dom opening his eyes again. “You’ll miss the show,” Adrian said, and pulled off his tie.
He stripped the rest of his clothing off, watching Dom the entire time. Soon that amazing body was exposed once more, in every mouthwatering detail. It was everything Dom remembered, and so much more. “You’re fucking hot.”
“Why thank you.” Adrian got his quirky, wicked grin and picked up a bundle of rope. “And as a reward, I’m going to tie you up. If it’s too much, tell me and I’ll cut you free.”
“It’s not gonna be too much.”
Adrian shook his head. “You don’t know that yet.”
But he did. Because ropes didn’t scare him. The thought of being bound only made his blood hot and his mind relax. What terrified him was the looming future, his guitar, and how much he’d have to give up to have everything he wanted.
Adrian tied his right wrist first, stretching his arm in the process, and it felt so damn good he arched his back. “Fuck, babe, you do like this, don’t you?”
Dom met Adrian’s stare. “Yeah it’s...” He huffed out a breath. “It’s like soaring.” Or being onstage. The thrill, the heat and charge, and the utter security. “I’m safe.” He relaxed into the bed. “I’m safe here.”
Adrian stroked his arms. “Makes me want to tie your legs down, too.”
Oh hell, that sent a bolt of lightning down his body. “Yeah, please.”
“Not tonight. Partly to tease you—because I love that—but mostly because I think you can hold yourself still for me.”
A different heat flowed and settled in his balls and dick. The cuffs might calm him, but a hit of Adrian’s command sent lust racing into every part. “Fuck.”
For that he got a smirk, and Adrian stroked himself a few times. “Not quite there yet. But I bet once you’re tied down and listening to me... I will be.”
“I’m listening.”
Fingers danced up his left arm, and that too was tied to the headboard. Same warm touch swept over Dom’s lips. “You’re talking, not listening.”
He couldn’t resist opening his mouth and sucking those fingers in. Adrian hissed, then grunted. “Your mouth is always trouble.”
Dom hummed around Adrian’s fingers, which slid in and out between his lips. He couldn’t help thrusting his hips in time with the motion.
“God, I could watch you like this all day,” Adrian murmured. “In fact...” He withdrew his fingers and slipped down to the end of the bed. He cascaded both hands up Dom’s legs, tightened, and pulled him down the bed until his arms were taut and stretched to either side of his head.
Oh fuck, that felt fantastic, and he couldn’t help squirming and bucking.
“Dominic.” Adrian’s voice was sharp. “I want you still.”
Fire rained down along his body, and he fought to control himself, even as every instinct said to keep moving, keep searching for purchase and pleasure. He was panting by the time he managed to stop the squirms and the thrusts.
“Better,” Adrian said. Sure enough, Adrian’s flagging dick was thicker now. He patted Dom’s legs, then spread them apart, bending them at the knees and arranging them wide, making Dom’s thighs ache ever so slightly. “Now, I want you to stay like that for me.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“Touch you anywhere I want.” Adrian ran fingers over the instep of Dom’s foot. “And you’re not going to move, are you?”
Dom pressed his head into the mattress and fought every twitch. He whimpered and then groaned when Adrian chuckled darkly.
That sound didn’t nearly prepare Dom for what followed. Adrian stalked around the bed, touching and teasing with his hands and his mouth until Dom was a moaning, twitching mess. Those minutes or hours—he honestly couldn’t tell—were the most amazing, wonderful, sensual, and painful moments of his life. Like walking onstage to screams and cheers, only magnified a thousand times. He was brighter than the sun and he’d melt away and die if Adrian didn’t fuck him soon.
“Please,” he moaned. “Please!”
Adrian’s own breathing was raspy and rough. This time he trailed a finger against Dom’s taint, and it took everything not to buck up. Dom pulled on the cuffs at his wrists, needing the security and strength there. “Adrian!”
“You want me inside you, Dominic?” Gravel voice, dripping with desire.
“Need you!”
Another laugh, but this one wasn’t dark. No, it was sweet and full of warm honey. “Good. Because I need you, too, babe. Want your heat and your tears.” He grabbed a condom and the lube from the bedside table.
Finally he had Dom move, enough to allow Adrian to prep his entrance with lubed fingers. Then he had Dom wrap his legs around him as he slowly—fucking hell, so slowly—slid in. That was torture, sheer pleasure coursing up Dom’s body, into his brain. He shook against the rope that tied him to the bedframe and screamed.
“God,” Adrian breathed. “You’re perfect.” Then he thrust hard and deep, and any hope Dom had of remaining still flew away.
He thrashed and gasped, as much as he could with leather at his wrists and Adrian’s strong hands gripping his hips. He’d probably have bruises tomorrow. Lovely, wonderful marks to remind him of this wondrous torture. Of Adrian plowing into him like he could take all of Dom, like they were built to be together. He’d been on edge for so long, body aching for release, that he flew and soared and cried Adrian’s name over and over until that heat and light became too much and all he could do was babble.
“Dominic,” Adrian called, his voice surprisingly soft, given how hard he was ramming into Dom. He took Dom’s cock in his warm hand and stroked it in time with their motions. “Let go. Let me take you where you want to be.”
Out of his head. Out of the world. He was nearly there. Trembling and crying, Dom let go of everything and trusted Adrian would sweep up what was left. His orgasm broke over him, hard and fast, blinding him and steeling his breath. Heat melted his bones and his brain clicked off for one glorious moment.
“Yeah, babe, just like that.” Adrian rode him through the peak and came himself, moaning and shuddering into Dom.
He didn’t know how long Adrian held him, remained inside him, just felt the horrible absence when he pulled out.
“Shh.” Fingers on Dom’s wet face again. “It’s okay.”
“Fuck.” He couldn’t think straight. “How do you do this to me every time?”
Adrian lowered Dom’s legs, then crawled up enough on the bed to kiss his forehead. “Only two points of data. Need more to see if it’s every time.”
Dom’s laugh was half a sob of pleasure.
Lips brushed his. “You’re okay, right?”
Dom met Adrian’s gaze. Would have smoothed out that creased brow if he could have moved—if he hadn’t been tied down. “Oh yeah. Better than okay.” He was well fucked and still trembling. His pulse pounded, and the man whose voice and touch made him want to do that all over again was hovering above him. “Please kiss me, Adrian.”
He did, and it was the best damn kiss Dom had ever experienced. When Adrian untied him, cleaned him up, and poured him under the covers, after he’d taken Dom into his arms, he kissed him a second time, and that was nearly as good. “I quite like you, Dominic Bradley.”
Dom huffed a laugh. “Good. ’Cause I wanna keep seeing you, Adrian Doran.”
Adrian’s grin was like moonlight and stars, so beautiful. Dom traced a finger over that fine chin and held on to that image, that thought, even as Adrian pulled him close and fell into sleep beside him.
Dominic Bradley kinda wanted Adrian forever. That should have been terrifying, but it felt as secure as the cuffs had around his wrists.
The only problem was, he had no idea what to do with Domino or Twisted Wishes if that happened. Dominic—Adrian’s Dominic—didn’t live in the rock-and-roll world.
But Dom did.