Make Me Soar (42 page)

The door was flung open, and Pietro rushed in, beaming. “I
thought
that was you I saw coming into the club with Master Alan. I was talking to Scott and Alex when I caught a glimpse of you.” He stood before Dorian, hands on his slim hips and scowling. “It’s been ages since we talked. You really
are
crap at keeping in touch, y’know.”

Dorian felt the flush of heat rise up his chest at the rebuke. “I’m sorry, Pietro. I’ll try to do better in future.”

Pietro glared at him, lips pressed together, and then he relented with a sigh. “It
is
good to see you here again. I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back.” He started to undress, folding his clothes neatly and laying them on the wooden bench. Then he grinned. “We have a lot of catching up to do.” He sat down on the bench to put his boots back on.

That was a conversation Dorian wished he could avoid, but he knew it had to come sooner or later. He owed Pietro that much. “Maybe later, yeah?” He unfastened his jeans and pushed them off, cock bouncing to attention.

Pietro burst out laughing. “Whoa, is that thing loaded?” He gave Dorian a wink. “
Someone’s
ready for action.”

Dorian shook his head with a groan. “Sir has had me on edge all bloody day. He woke me up this morning with his mouth on my dick and his finger up my arse. Only I wasn’t allowed to come.” Alan had brought him to the brink of orgasm and then had backed off. And the rest of the day had continued in the same vein. It seemed to Dorian that Alan was determined to keep his climax just out of reach, with caresses, long, sweet kisses, and constant touching. Whenever his dick had softened, Alan had been there once again to turn up the heat until Dorian was hard and aching, and so the cycle continued.
Then
Alan had announced they were going to Collars & Cuffs.

Yeah, his Dom was up to something again.

Dorian pushed at his erect cock, which bounced back up to thump against his belly. He gave it a hard stare. “He just told me I was to stay hard tonight.”

Pietro gave a whistle. “He’s planning something. Any idea what?” His eyes widened. “Wait a minute—
Sir
? You’ve got a contract, then?” Pietro grinned. “Way to go, Dorian.” He reached across and touched Dorian’s collar. “Nice. How long is the contract for? What’s he like? I’ve heard good things about him. What does he use? Does he like—”

“For God’s sake, Pietro, take a breath!” Dorian couldn’t help smiling. “I don’t mind all the questions, but not right now, okay? Sir’s waiting for me, and I don’t want to let him down.”

Pietro nodded instantly. “No problem.”

Dorian gave him a grateful glance and then turned to store his clothing in the locker. He couldn’t miss the shocked hiss that followed. “Oh fuck.” Dorian whirled around to find Pietro staring at him, face white. “Shit, Dorian—is that what they did to you?”

Dorian groaned internally. So word
hadn’t
gotten around about Berlin after all.

He grasped Pietro by the arms and locked gazes with him. “I promise I will tell you all about it, okay? But please, don’t be alarmed. I’m
fine
, really.”

Pietro blinked a few time before staring at Dorian. “Honestly?”

Dorian smiled. “No lie, Pietro. I’m better than fine. And we will sit down and have a really good chat—once I’ve worked out what Sir is up to.” He winked. To his relief, Pietro nodded. Dorian released him just as the door opened once more and Alex entered, wearing jeans and boots, his collar around his neck. Dorian gave him a brief smile. “Hi, Alex.”

He walked straight up to Dorian and enveloped him in a firm hug. “Welcome back,” he whispered. When he stepped back, he grinned. “Master Alan sent me to see what was keeping you.”

Shit
. “Thanks. I’d better get a move on.”

Alex was already on his way out the door. “See you out there,” he said with a smile. The door closed after him.

Pietro stared at the door and then swung around to face Dorian. “What the fuck just happened? Alex….”

Dorian laughed. “You said it—we have a
lot
of catching up to do.” He bent down and fastened his boots, then straightened, touching his collar briefly. His dick was still hard, already past ninety degrees. He took a deep breath. “Here goes.”

Pietro caught his arm. “I’ll walk out with you.”

Dorian gave him a grateful glance, and they headed for the door. Dorian walked over to where Alan was standing, watching a scene. The sight of him sent the blood surging to his groin. Alan wore the same laced-up chaps from their cellar scene a few weeks ago, only this time a black leather jockstrap was in place and his chest was bare. Dorian’s chest swelled with pride. His Dom was so beautiful.

Alan inclined his head as Dorian approached. He smiled and leaned close to speak into Dorian’s ear. “You look wonderful.”

Dorian’s face grew hot. “Thank you, Sir.” He knelt at Alan’s side, settling into his stance with ease, back straight, hands resting on his thighs. When he felt Alan’s hand upon his head, stroking his hair, he thought his heart would burst. The gentle touch said more than words ever could. Dorian was
Alan’s
boy, heart, body, and soul, and he would do everything to make Alan proud of him.

The evening was a blur. Dorian was dimly aware of the looks he was receiving from Doms and subs alike, the muttered comments, but he let them wash over him. They didn’t matter. He kept focused on his posture, on maintaining his erection. Now and again Alan reached down and stroked his back and across his shoulders before tilting his head to take his mouth in a long, sensual kiss. Dorian’s heart soared to be claimed like that, in front of everyone.

“Your boy does you proud, Alan.”

Dorian kept his gaze lowered, shoulders back, but warmth spread through him to hear Thomas’s words.

Alan’s hand was on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Yes, he does. And I think it’s about time I showed off my gorgeous submissive, don’t you?” Alan touched his head. “On your feet, lad, and follow me.”

Dorian rose to his feet as gracefully as he knew how, aware of all the eyes focused on him. Heart hammering, he followed Alan onto the main floor and watched as Alan pulled a chair from the side.

He sat down and patted his thigh. “Straddle me, facing me.”

Dorian complied, stomach churning. He sat across Alan’s lap, biting back his moan when Alan shifted on the chair, bringing his cock to press against Dorian’s arse. Fuck, Alan was hard as a rock. Dorian was spread wide, aware of Alan’s heat, even through the leather.

Alan’s eyes gleamed. “That’s
your
fault,” he said, pushing up with his hips. “Now, hands on my shoulders, and keep them there.”

Dorian nodded. He sat up straight, his rigid dick pointing upward. Men were standing around them, only a few at first, but then more joined them. He swallowed and focused on Alan.

“Good boy.” Alan stared into his eyes, his warm fingers trailing over the brand on his back. “Look at you. Look at how far you’ve come, not just as a submissive but as
my
submissive.” He lifted his chin high. “Do you know how proud I am, how proud
you
have made me?”

Dorian felt about ten feet tall. “I want you to be proud of me.”

Alan smiled. “Can you see all these men, watching you? They have
no idea
who they are seeing right now.” He reached up to caress Dorian’s cheek. “You are not the same sub I saw when I first joined the club.” He traced Dorian’s jaw, the touch tender. “This is a new Dorian, a man who is aware of his strengths and his weaknesses. You have overcome so much, lad.”

Oh
. Dorian exulted in Alan’s description. It could have been his imagination, but the club suddenly seemed quieter, as if those around them were hanging on every word.

Those soft fingers stroked over his lower back, sending shivers up and down his spine. Dorian knew he was leaking precome. That slow tracing of each letter was like a trigger, a direct link to his cock. Then he stilled when Alan reached behind him, pulling aside the leather jock and freeing his stony dick. He bit his lip when Alan rubbed the head of his cock against his hole.

Alan didn’t break eye contact once. “You are my beautiful boy, my Dorian.” He rocked gently, sliding his dick through Dorian’s crease, rubbing over his entrance, making him hot, so
fucking hot
. “I can’t wait until your next test, when you finally get the all clear. I’m going to bring you here and take you, in front of everyone. I’m going slide my bare cock into you so they’ll know you’re mine, that there is only you.”

Dorian dug his fingers into Alan’s shoulders, a small whimper escaping his lips. “Sir….” His cock jerked.

Alan nodded. “I can’t wait to feel your warm body tight around my dick.”

Dorian groaned when Alan rubbed firmly over his perineum with his thumb, massaging his prostate. Alan’s hips rocked up faster, creating delicious friction against his hole.

“I can’t wait to spill inside you, marking you forever as mine.” Alan’s lips parted, his breathing quickening.

Oh fuck
. Dorian’s balls tingled, and his cock swelled as he took in the implication of Alan’s words.

Alan stilled his hand over the brand, his dick pressing against his entrance, and speared him with a look that lit a fire inside him. “And then everyone here will know that I love my beautiful Dorian.”

Dorian gaped at the declaration, heart racing, but then those blue eyes focused on him.

“Come for me.”

Oh God.
It took a second or two for Alan’s command to register. Dorian gripped Alan’s shoulders and
let go
, come erupting from his cock in an arc over Alan’s chest. Electricity shot up his spine, igniting every nerve. He rolled his eyes back, and suddenly he was pulled from reality,
soaring
, feeling so light, floating higher and higher, above Alan, above the men watching, until he could see himself, body jolted by his orgasm. Everything faded into the background, the noise of the club, the murmurs and gasps of the spectators, leaving him focused on Alan. He could almost see their connection, could hear Alan’s heartbeat, so strong, so vital, as he was filled with the most wonderful sense of peace. A voice whispered, the words indistinct and out of reach.

Gradually the world around him grew less fuzzy, more solid. Dorian was aware of Alan’s arms around him, Alan’s mouth on his chest, his neck.

Then he realized that the whispers came from himself, the same phrase repeated over and over.

“Master, I love you.”

Strong arms lifted him, until he was cradled in them on Alan’s lap, his head against Alan’s chest, hot tears spilling over his cheeks as Alan held him, whispering into his ear that he loved him. Dorian shut out the rest of the world and lost himself in Alan’s warmth… Alan’s love.

“Love you,” Alan repeated quietly, his chest rumbling as he spoke.

Dorian would never tire of hearing those words. He loved the way Alan was holding him, like he was something precious.

“You with me again, boy?”

He opened his eyes and craned his neck to look at Alan. “Yes, Sir.” He’d never felt so…
alive
. Everything seemed brighter, clearer.

Alan kissed his forehead. “Was it everything you imagined?”

Dorian smiled at his master. “No, it was better.” That sense of peace was still with him, as was that connection to Alan. Dorian stroked Alan’s chest, unable to stop smiling. “You said you love me.”

Alan gazed into his eyes. “I do. And I will keep on telling you for a long time to come.” He kissed Dorian’s head. “We have a lot to talk about, but it can wait ’til we get home.” He chuckled. “You might want to clean up a little.”

Dorian smirked. “I think most of my come landed on you.” He climbed off Alan’s lap, aware of stickiness on his arse and lower back. He reached around to touch himself.

Alan’s grin widened. “Yeah, I came too. The sight of you coming, hands free…. That was incredibly hot.”

Oh, he liked that. “Then I’m not wiping it off. It can stay there until we get home.” Dorian would wear it like a badge of honor.

Alan rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around Dorian, pulling him tight against that lean, sticky body. “Then let’s go home. Because for what
I
have in mind, I don’t really want all these guys watching us.” His breath tickled Dorian’s ear.

Oh. Oh yeah.

“Y
OU
GOT
everything you need, Callum?” Alan asked the Dom beside him.

Callum smiled. “Relax, will you? This
is
what I do for a living, after all.” He chuckled. “I swear, you’re like a nervous bridegroom.” Alan arched his eyebrows, and Callum snorted. “Well, as good as. Where’s the other half, then?”

“Getting ready.” Dorian had been calm all morning, much calmer than Alan was feeling at that moment. He reflected on Callum’s words. What they were about to do was a lot more permanent than a wedding ring. For one thing,
that
could be removed.