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Dominion - Buy Now

Chapter One

"So full. Master…"

Jason tugged at the restraints, causing the heavy links of the chains to thump and slide over the polished wood. The St. Andrew's cross had been somewhat of a gift, presented to Jason just two months ago on his thirtieth birthday. Though Dominic had bought it for all of them, he was the only one to utilize it. He couldn't blame Grif, his lover, in the least for avoiding it. Hell, he would have, too, if he'd been in Grif's place. After Grif's blood brother, Tristan, had whipped him beyond endurance, it'd taken several months before Grif would even venture into the dungeon.

Turning back to his beautiful captive, Dominic just smiled. The rather large plug had been another gift, this one from Tage. It shot to the top of Jason's toy list the first time he'd taken the entire thing for longer than five minutes. It was the most he'd ever had. Dominic looked at the intercom, with its digital clock that Grif had installed the first time he'd been back down to the dungeon. Ten more minutes.

"You're doing excellent, Jason," he purred in Jason's ear.

He slid his fingers down Jason's spine, and when he reached the flared base of the plug, he gripped it tightly and gave it a good jiggle. Jason gasped and cried out, that sweet body surging, muscles going taut beneath sweat-slick skin.

Dominic saw Grif smile from where he stood in the doorway. Lately, except for when Tage begged him for a play session, it wasn't often that Grif ventured into the dungeon. Though it had been several months, he still avoided the small area where Tristan had chained him. Although Dominic knew the memories were distant enough not to readily feel, the scars lingered.

Grif smiled back at him, though it seemed to require some effort to appear so casual. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Grif leaned against the doorframe, wearing nothing but his usual loose white cotton pants.

Dominic could tell just by Grif's eyes that he still wasn't thoroughly comfortable being in the dungeon. It had given Dominic a great deal of satisfaction in killing Tristan, but it hadn't fully rid Grif of his fears.

"So sweet," Dominic murmured, returning his attention to Jason. He licked at the salty, smooth skin of his sub's neck as he pulled Jason's hair to the side.

Peppering Jason's neck with soft kisses and nips, he reached for the flogger on the table beside the cross. Then he stepped back and slid his fingers through the leather tails. It was a game they had been working on for several weeks, and as the first snap of the leather across bare flesh rang sharply in the room, Dominic knew—just knew—that this time would be different.

Jason's fingers curled around the leather cuffs holding his arms apart and his breath hitched, small shudders sliding through his body. Dominic changed his angle and snapped the flogger again. A trail of angry red lines crossed Jason's buttocks, just above the base of the plug.

Setting the flogger to the side, Dominic stepped up to Jason and whispered: "Come."

Jason jerked immediately, hips thrusting forward as he shot. Dominic smiled and gave Grif a quick wink before turning Jason's head toward him.

"Very good."

Jason opened to him, whimpering and humming into Dominic's mouth. Deepening the kiss, Dominic reached down and eased the plug out, dragging a throaty cry from Jason. After giving him a moment to come back down, Dominic unfastened the restraints. Jason turned into him, planting soft kisses over Dominic's chest.

Placing a soft kiss to Jason's hair, Dominic said, "Off with you."

"Thank you, Master." Standing on his toes, Jason lifted his head for another kiss before leaving the dungeon, smiling and nodding at Grif as he walked out.

Once Jason was gone, Dominic walked over to Grif and slid his hands up his lover's arms. "You okay, love?"

"I'm fine." While Grif happened to be an excellent liar, he always failed in that category with Dominic. His arms encircled Dominic's neck as he leaned in closer. "I thought you might want to go out tonight. Just the two of us. Dinner…dancing."

"Liar," Dominic whispered on Grif's lips. The kiss was soft and slow, a stark contrast to moments before. As Dominic pulled back, he kissed Grif's forehead and chuckled. "Dinner? Anyone in particular? Or just to get the edge off?"

It was no secret Grif had been avoiding any discussion of his mental state, and he'd been more than happy to take advantage of the kiss so he wouldn't have to answer at all. "I thought we could check out the new crop at Petrie's. Then after publicly arousing you, we can come back here."

"And then…?" Dominic licked at Grif's lips, working his way slowly over Grif's jaw and down to his neck. "What would you do after publicly arousing me?"

"Obviously, we'll stay at the club until you just can't stand it anymore." Losing track of his thoughts, Grif tilted his head, arching his throat toward Dominic. His fingers kneaded against the nape of Dominic's neck.

Dominic purred, the nick of his fangs grazing Grif's skin. He whispered, "I love you," just before sinking his fangs in deep, arms sliding protectively around Grif.

In answer, Grif's emotions welled up, seeking the connection between them. He shuddered with the flicker of pain and slid his hands to Dominic's hair, holding Dominic in place. He hadn't the words to respond, so he let his heart speak for itself.

Licking the wounds, Dominic pulled away and smiled. "Come on, love. Let's go change and get out of here. Should we leave the boys to their own devices tonight?"

Grif grinned. "Some night we really are going to have to deprive those two of their excuses to play with each other."

Dominic lifted an eyebrow. "Has Tage actually admitted to how he feels about Jason then? Or is he still trying to deny it?"

"He's in worse denial than I've ever been." Laughing, Grif snaked his arm around Dominic's waist as they headed out and toward the stairs. "I take it Jason finally decided to open up to you."

"After I finally sat him down and wouldn't let him up until he came out with it." Dominic shook his head and laughed. "Never thought anyone could be more stubborn than you, love."

"I think I'll have to do that to Tage. I have no problem with emotions developing between them. It's rather easy to see that they have." Grif let go of Dominic to walk up the steps and led the way to their bedroom. "Shall I change with you or go as is?"

"I assured Jason that it would not affect things, unless he wanted out of the contract. If he does eventually want out, I will grant that," Dominic said. "And Hell, it doesn't matter how you dress—I'm still going to want to fuck you through the dance floor."

Giving Dominic a look over his shoulder, Grif smirked. Then he stopped abruptly in their bedroom doorway and stepped back against Dominic, grinding slowly against him. "There. Now you can think about it all the way there, too." Nonchalantly, he moved away, walking to the dresser and opening one of the drawers. "I still haven't decided if I want to change or not."

Dominic was suddenly behind him, one arm going around Grif's waist, pulling him back hard as Dominic ground his hips forward. "Keep it up," Dominic growled, "and I'll bend you over the dresser."

"Not allowed," Grif laughed as he leaned back. Turning his head, he begged silently for a kiss.

Dominic turned him around and lifted Grif up, sitting him on the dresser. "Just a taste?"

Dominic leaned in for a kiss, tongue sliding into Grif's mouth as a hand slipped down the front of Grif's pants. Grif moaned softly as his lover's fingers glided over the tip of his cock. He tightened his hold around Dominic's neck as he opened to the demanding kiss. A small shift of his hips almost had him falling off the dresser as he tried to press harder into Dominic's hand.

"Fuck, Dominic, fuck." They were the only words Grif could get out before his lips tightened against his lover's. Dominic had the power to scatter all reason simply with the touch of his hand.

Dominic curled his fingers tight around the shaft and started fucking Grif's mouth with his tongue. With every pull up, his thumb grazed the head, pressing into the slit. His other hand worked Grif's pants down just a bit more and then Dominic pulled away from the kiss, dropping to his knees to swallow Grif to the root.

Grif couldn't even think about anything else as he felt the hot mouth closing over him. He lifted his hands to Dominic's head, fingers catching in his hair tightly. It would take very little to send him over the edge. An upward thrust of his hips kept him buried inside Dominic's mouth as he began to shake.

Eyes rolling up to stare into Grif's, Dominic started a continuous suck-and-slide motion, hands wrapping around Grif's hips to encourage the movement.

Come for me, love.

The Duke's Husband - Buy Now

Jay finished off his Guinness and without another word, took Dev's hand, and led him out onto the packed dance floor. Once he found a small pocket within the throng of sweat-slick, gyrating bodies, he snaked an arm around Dev's waist, pulling him right up close, their bodies pressing together. The beat of the music was a bizarre techno rhythm, but it was danceable. Jay quickly proved he knew what he was doing, his hips and, indeed his whole body, working to the music, sliding across Dev's.

Relaxing within the rhythm of the dance, Dev matched every one of Jay's movements. The reddish light surrounding them faded with the beat of music, leaving them in the shadows.

Lowering his head, Jay whispered in Dev's ear, "Would it be in bad form if I were to ask for a kiss?"

Not even thinking twice, Dev whispered back, "No." Turning his head slightly, his gaze sought Jay's as his lips parted slightly, almost inviting the touch.

The first meeting was no more than a brush of Jay's lips across Dev's. Then Jay slipped his tongue out, taking a fleeting taste of Dev before dipping into his mouth. His hold tightened around Dev's waist, pressing them together as he began to sway absently, not quite moving to the music and not appearing to care in the least.

The bar around them completely faded to Dev as Jay kissed him. Near to taking his breath away, a tingle ran down his spine as his fingers tightened slightly on Jay's arms. His tongue slowly flit beneath Jay's, and he lost awareness of everything else around him. He'd been kissed before, but Dev had never been so totally drawn into it like this, and it floored him.

Nothing else existed. Not the rigors of his life, not his mother, not the snooty socialites Jay was expected to be like. No. The only thing that existed at that moment was the body pressed tightly to his, the fingers digging into his biceps, the tongue exploring his mouth as thoroughly as he was exploring Dev's.

Breathing deep, Jay pulled away, the room spinning as he simply stared into Dev's eyes. "Wow."

Blinking rapidly, Dev looked bemused as he opened his eyes. "I..."

Without breaking the contact between their bodies, Jay backed up, moving through the crowd until he felt the wall behind him. Relaxing back against it, he spread his legs and pulled Dev to stand between them. Sliding a hand through Dev's hair, he reeled the young man in for another kiss, this one more thorough, more certain.

Without even token resistance, Dev found himself in Jay's arms, answering his kiss, arms around the duke's neck. This time the tingling made him shiver. There was something mesmerizing to the current as it traced through him. Again, it drew Dev in totally, leaving him blissfully unaware of anything else around them.

"God, I wish you were staying here longer," Jay murmured over Dev's lips.

"Don't you ever come to London?"

Bloody Hell. Jay wondered how far this would go, if he should just outright tell Dev who he was. In London, there were many who would know him and he didn't know them well enough to keep their mouths shut. Sighing, he looked into Dev's eyes and finally made up his mind.

"There's something I need to explain first."