Make Me Soar (14 page)

Then he groaned aloud when Alan sucked the flesh at the base of his neck and licked the skin below his ear. Dorian shivered when Alan blew softly on it, the waft of air stealing the warmth from his neck and chilling it instantly. Fuck, why had no one ever done that to him? Even his one and only boyfriend, Justin, hadn’t discovered his hot spots. Theirs had been primarily a relationship where Justin had fucked Dorian like a machine, their coupling hot but not tender. But Alan was caressing him like no other man had ever done, kissing him, taking his time, and reducing Dorian to a quivering wreck. His dick ached, and his balls rode up high, tight against his body. Alan didn’t let up. He kissed along Dorian’s jaw, his fingers trailing over his neck, soft as a whisper.

“Open your eyes.” Alan’s voice was husky, thick, and raw.

Dorian opened his eyes and caught his breath when two lips met his in a kiss before Alan brushed his tongue into Dorian’s mouth. He moaned and opened for Alan, letting him in deeper. Alan made a noise of approval and claimed Dorian’s mouth in a kiss full of hunger, his hands cupping Dorian’s face, his body hard against Dorian’s flesh.

And it was heaven. Alan devoured him, stroking his tongue in and out, exploring him with a thoroughness that left Dorian shaking, reaching out to hold Alan, to draw him closer, wanting to deepen the connection between them.

Then the world came to a grinding halt when Alan released his mouth and sat back on his haunches, grinning. “And we’re stopping there. Go upstairs, get dressed, and then come back down for a chat.” The Dom appeared unaffected by the scene. He breathed normally, his expression calm.

Oh, he has to be fucking
kidding
!

Dorian knew better than to argue with him, but his whole body felt like it was balanced on a knife-edge. He
ached
to come. He reached down to grasp his dick, but Alan gripped him around the wrist.

“No touching. And you are not allowed to come.” That grin hadn’t faltered.

Dorian sucked air into his lungs and tried to repress his shivers. “Yes, Sir.” Alan let him go, and he got to his feet, his legs trembling.

Alan laid a hand on his thigh and gazed up at him. “Are you all right?”

Dorian fought to regain his composure before replying. He didn’t want Alan to see the extent of the scene’s effect on him. To have been brought so close when all the man had done was touch him and kiss him…. His first thought was that he was still overwrought from the Berlin debacle, but he knew that wasn’t the cause of his intense reaction.

It was Alan.

He steadied himself and met Alan’s inquiring gaze. “I’m fine, Sir, thank you.” He straightened, then picked up his robe and left the room, walking slowly, affecting a veneer of calm while, beneath the surface, all was in turmoil. His cock was so hard, a cat couldn’t scratch it, and there wasn’t a bloody thing he could do to alleviate that situation. It did make him see Alan in a whole new light.

The Dom was a sadist, pure and simple.

He made his way up the stairs, fighting the urge to palm his aching shaft, his mind already racing ahead.

What next?

In spite of his steellike hard-on, he couldn’t wait to find out. At the top of the stairs he stopped and leaned against the wall, his breathing uneven, pulse racing. And then it struck him that for the duration of that scene, not once had he thought about the events that had brought him to this point in time. The thought released a feeling of such relief that his neglected dick was forgotten for a moment.

Maybe Alan really
did
know what he was talking about.

A
LAN
WAITED
until Dorian was out of earshot and then let out his breath in a long stream. The scene had gone better than he’d expected; Dorian had seemed to lose himself in it. Each soft cry and low moan was evidence. But it had left Alan convinced that he wanted more with the lad. His reactions had been spontaneous and earnest. There had been no sign of artifice in Dorian whatsoever. If anything, he had shown himself to be responsive to a degree that had surprised Alan.

The sound of Dorian’s feet on the stairs made him stand up.

Time to see if this goes any further….

Dorian entered the room and stopped when he reached the couch. Judging from the state of his jeans, he was still hard. Alan tried not to smirk. He gestured for Dorian to sit and noted the careful way the sub lowered himself onto the couch, his gaze fixed on Alan.

No time like the present.

“So this is when I ask if you want to take things further.” He gave Dorian a keen glance. “Specifically, a contract, to be renegotiated after three months.”

Dorian became very still. “You’re already thinking about renegotiation? What… what if it doesn’t work out? What if we’re not a good fit?” His words might have reeked of doubt, but there was no mistaking the hopeful light in his eyes.

Now that Alan knew more about Dorian, he could understand the sub’s reaction. He smiled. “I don’t anticipate there being any insurmountable difficulties. But putting that aside, you haven’t answered my question. Do you want to take things further?” He fell silent, waiting for Dorian’s response. To his surprise, Alan found himself holding his breath.

Dorian stared at him, lips parted. “I….”

Alan shook his head. “Don’t analyze it, don’t think it to death, just go with your instincts.”

“Yes,” Dorian blurted before Alan could say another word.

Alan beamed. “Good lad. Then how about we sit down and talk limits?” The bemused expression on Dorian’s face was a delight to see. Alan liked that he had the sub in unfamiliar territory. He planned on keeping it that way.

Alan chuckled to himself. He couldn’t wait to get started.

“M
AY
I
ask a question?” Dorian couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Certainly.” Alan sat next to him, hands clasped between his knees.

“What you did….” Dorian was at a loss. “What made you think of it?”

Alan smiled. “Not what you expected, was it?”

Dorian shook his head.

“Good. That’s exactly how I wanted it. You enjoyed it. That much was obvious.”

Dorian’s cheeks blossomed with heat. “Yes.” There was no point denying it; his moans must have said plenty.

“Then I want to continue in the same vein, lots of sensory play, some sensory deprivation….” He tilted his head. “But having watched you for a while, I think this is definitely something new for you.” He gave Dorian a slow, gentle smile. “I want to continue from where Andrew Barrett left off. I think there’s a lot we can explore together. What do you think?”

Dorian’s throat was dry, his mouth devoid of moisture. The idea of more scenes like the one he’d just experienced left him shaking, and yet part of him craved them. Alan’s caresses had left him wanting more. And that kiss….

Alan gazed at him with amusement. “Have I scrambled your brain, Dorian?”

That brought him to his senses. Dorian straightened and cleared his throat. “That sounds good,” he replied in as firm a voice as he could muster.

“Have your limits changed since your last contract with Frank Donnington?”

Dorian stared at him openmouthed. “How do you know who my last contract was with?”

Alan gave a nonchalant shrug. “I asked Thomas a while ago who had been the last Dom to have a contract with you. Then I had a chat with Frank, not long after your contract had finished.” He smirked. “Don’t look so surprised. I told you before that I’d been watching you for a while. I just wanted some more information before I approached you.”

Dorian’s head was in a whirl. His contract with Frank had finished six months ago. To think that Alan had had his eye on him since then astounded him. Alan had given no sign at all that he was remotely interested.

But he’s interested now
. And he was sitting there, waiting for Dorian’s confirmation that they were going to do this. Dorian gave himself a little mental kick up the backside and then took a step into the unknown.

“Okay, if you draw up a contract, we can go through it and talk about limits. I don’t have many hard limits, although I may have gained a couple since….” He broke off, not even wanting to mention that fucked-up trip. Every time a memory surfaced, rage began to boil up inside him, his fury directed toward the men who had subjected him to that whole nightmare.

Alan nodded. “Fair enough. But if we’re going to do this, I have a few conditions.”

Dorian became still, hands clenching in anticipation.

“First of all, you will live here.”

Dorian gaped. “I have a home,” he protested, frowning.

Alan fell silent and stared at him, jaw set, until Dorian squirmed on the couch.

“My first condition, and you’re already arguing with me?” Then Alan fell silent, studying him. After a few seconds of careful scrutiny, Dorian was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Alan’s expression relaxed. “You don’t know me well enough yet to trust me, do you? And after what you’ve been through, I don’t blame you for that. Perhaps you need more time before we consider doing this.”

“No!” Dorian interjected quickly. The proposal had surprised him, but he didn’t want to run the risk of losing this. “Please, continue.” He sat up, his back rigid, hands clasped in his lap, desperate to give a good impression. His senses were telling him not to fuck this up.

Alan observed him keenly for a moment and then nodded, much to Dorian’s relief. “I want you on
my
territory, not yours.”

In spite of his desire to be there, Dorian couldn’t help the shiver that rippled through him at Alan’s words. It took him a second or two to regain his composure.

“We can go back to the flat and pick up whatever clothes and items you’ll need, but if you require anything once you’ve moved in with me, I’ll provide it. I will be responsible for you, understood?”

Dorian nodded straightaway.

Alan smiled. “That’s better. Secondly, the bedroom I showed you will be your room. If you want time on your own, either to reflect on something we’ve done or just space to think, you can go in there and I will not disturb you. It will be your space.” His eyes gleamed. “However, you will be sleeping in my bed from now on.” He folded his arms across his chest, his expression almost daring Dorian to say something.

With a supreme effort, Dorian kept his face straight, revealing nothing of the conflicting emotions at war within him. He’d never shared his bed with
anyone
, and the thought of sleeping next to Alan every night had him flushed with heat one minute, then the next, icy fingers were inching over his skin.

“Yes, Sir.” He prided himself that his voice was even and calm. Inside he was anything but. Then Alan’s words from a moment ago finally registered. “If we
are
going to talk limits, then perhaps I should be specific.”

Alan nodded approvingly. “Now’s the time.”

Dorian studied his clasped hands. “Since I know now that I’ve been barking up the wrong tree, I’d like to avoid scenes that involve pain, for one thing.”

He flushed with warmth at the smile that lit up Alan’s face. “Good boy. And exactly what I was about to mention.”

His praise fueled Dorian’s confidence. “Also, no scat. And no piercings, branding, or the use of sharp objects.”

Alan nodded, and Dorian was suffused with a feeling of lightness. He forged on.

“You mentioned sensory deprivation. Might I ask….” He bit his lip. “No sight deprivation, please.”

Silence fell once more, and Dorian found Alan studying him with such a serious expression that it caused Dorian’s heartbeat to quicken.

“They blindfolded you, didn’t they?”

Dorian’s scalp prickled. “Yes.” The word came out as a whisper. The unexpected light touch of Alan’s hand over his sent a shiver running through him.

“No blindfolds,” Alan confirmed. “No pain either. And I have a couple of last stipulations. When you move in here, you will hand your wallet over to me, and I’ll lock it away. You will have no need of it. You may keep your phone, however.” Dorian stared at him, and Alan nodded. “I meant what I said. I will provide you with everything you need.”

Dorian told himself firmly that this was nothing like what his parents did. This was merely Alan’s side of their contract. “Okay, but you said a couple of stipulations.”

Alan’s gaze was fixed on him. “You will not be going to Collars & Cuffs until I say so. And that may not be for a while. You are going to concentrate on giving this relationship one hundred percent. I want us to be your focus.”

For one brief moment Dorian wanted to protest, but then he considered Alan’s words.
Do I really
want
to go there right now?
The idea that word had gotten around and people were discussing his stupid trip made him feel sick to his stomach. A moment’s reflection convinced him that this was unlikely, however. He couldn’t see Leo or Pietro gossiping about him, as it wasn’t in either of their natures. And the thought of focusing on getting to know Alan was appealing. Maybe this was exactly what he needed.