lalalive23 | Good Boy (One-Off)

Title: Good Boy
Author:

lalalive23
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Violence, Bondage, Sex, Swearing
Summary: AU. Dom is a slave in a bondage house. Bellamy is his Master. The time has come for Bellamy's servants to request something of him, but Bellamy has always had a way of twisting someone's words. Who the fuck am I kidding? THIS HAS NO PLOT IT'S JUST PORN.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. If I did, they sure as hell would not be let out of the naughty closet. I don't make money off this. If I did, I would be a rich lady and not distracting myself from writing an undergrad thesis that is somehow much bigger than I. And if this shit happened...well, fuck.
Note: This was written in July for the beautiful

dolce_piccante as a gift. The started from a dream (don't my stories usually start that way?), and I ran with it. Since I sent it to her all those months ago,

millionstar ,

sunshine_173 and I think

myz_bee have read it. These women are my air and my heart. I love them.

I never had any intention of posting this. But I had the WORST week of my life (I linked to a journal that is friends locked, but if most of my readers are already on my flist anyway) and I feel like my dedicated readers are losing their minds waiting for some TLS. Unfortunately, I'm not in the head space to write it. Really, I've been trying, but nothing is coming. I refuse to force what has become the most important story to me. I just love it and I will not half ass it. I've edited this so that you can enjoy some dirty smut. I love you all!

The floor was achingly cold. Resting on his knees, Dom started to feel his bones chill. He repressed the urge to chuckle at the thought - he should be used to cold concrete by now. He'd been waiting for five hours to see Master Bellamy. He would only spend three minutes in the room with him, but those three minutes were crucial for Dom's future. Those three minutes decided if he had a future. Technically, Dom had been waiting seven years to see Master Bellamy again. Seven years of manual labor and burns on his skin from hot water and leather would mean everything or nothing if his one request was granted. His blonde hair clung to the side of his face, long and unkempt, it blocked his vision of the high door in front of him. He moved to wipe it from his eyes but remembered his wrists were chained to his front. Sighing, he tilted his neck. The leather choker that served as part of his uniform was beginning to irritate him. On either side of the choker were loop holes that contained the chains that ran to his wrists, which were also bound to the waist of the tiny shorts he was forced to wear. Dom's skin ached from chafing and sweat. The abrasive chemicals he worked with made his skin itch and sometimes burn. What used to be a silky smooth expanse was now marked and tanned to a bronze. The ivory skin he used to pride himself on was no longer there. No one would buy his services now. Bellamy had made sure of that when he had brought him to his mansion, promising to get him off the street and under a roof. Unfortunately he hadn't made clear how bleak this option really was. Dom wasn't the only one. There were countless others who ran Matt's house, purchased from pimps and street corners. He spent a fortune on people to be treated as things. That's what the prostitutes were, weren't they? Things to be used for sexual pleasure. If they wanted to be objects, Bellamy made sure they knew that's what they were.

Clenching his fists together and squeezing his eyes shut, Dom let a shiver run through him as a bitterness slithered down his spine. Yes, Bellamy treated them all like things. But Dom, working in the laundry room had escaped his wrath, had never seen him since that night all those years ago. Hearing stories of how his Master's rage could spark like wild fire at any moment, Dom had felt glad to keep his distance. Yet, he found these tales hard to believe when every day he smelled his Master's sheets. Daily, he would have a new bed set to hand wash and he would press the satin to his nose, his lips and breathe. The scent would embrace him in its sweetness, would caress his mind with gentleness, with a seductiveness that would ooze down his throat better than a glass of wine. He would ache to touch him against these sheets, to press himself into the cushion of the bed, which would be lush. He would yearn to rub his face into a pillow, which would be filled with downy feathers. To fist his hand in the raven hair of his master, which would be silkier than the duvet covering their naked and sweat soaked bodies. A man of such short temper and such violence could never be as seductive as the man whose scent positively leaked into the sheets. This man, who was so capable of pain and physical torture, was also capable of the most spine tingling and soul burning pleasure. He was sure of it.

But if things went well, he would never know of the pleasure. It would be the pain that would haunt him for years to come.

Rough hands gripping both his elbows lifted him to his feet, away from the cold concrete and interrupted his thoughts. Raising his head he glanced at both men beside him.

"He's ready for you," one muttered. Neither turned to look Dom in the face. He was not worth addressing.

He was dragged, bare feet stumbling to keep up with the long strides of the two men, to the doors which were being opened from the inside. It was his first time ever getting this far. Every year, Master Bellamy spends one day seeing servants and listening to their one request. His impatience is alarming, and the activity will usually end after a few hours, the rest of the servants being left without seeing the man who owns them. It was possible to go an entire lifetime without ever seeing him and never having your voice heard. After years of waiting to see his Master, Dom was finally being allowed to ask his request, in the only room he had never seen before: the bedroom.

He bit his lip as anxiety began to pool in his stomach, the deep red shades of the room assaulted his eyes as he was brought through the threshold. Adjusting to the darkness and cool temperature of the room, Dom finally found himself facing his Master.

Seated in a black leather chair against the wall, Master Bellamy was lounging cooly with his legs draped over the side. Draped around his neck was an enormous and elegant snake. Slowly, he dragged one hand across the scales, head tip back as he lounged with his lips parted. The snake wound itself around him, resting its head in the center of his groin. Bellamy seemed to luxuriate in the pressure it created, his breathing coming in gentle huffs. He shoved the tip of his thumb into his mouth and sucked, relishing the sensation of heat wrapping around the digit. The wetness made him close his eyes and release a light whimper. With his other hand, he loosened the black tie around his neck, his crisp white shirt making ruffling sounds that seemed to scream in the silence. Dom stared as his master seemed to pleasure himself with his sucks.

Running his hand, and now wet thumb, along the back of the chair Master Bellamy smirked at the pleasant feeling of the leather. A rhythmic hiss from the snake counted the seconds ticking like a sensual clock. The sounds of doors closing caused him to slowly turn his head to the right, his eyes looking around impatiently. Settling his ocean blue eyes on Dom, his face morphed from a sensual smirk to a hungry snarl, his posture shifting into a hunter on the prowl. He shifted his position to rest more on his right side. Lifting the head of his snake to his neck, Bellamy focused his gaze on his pet glancing occasionally at Dom through long black eyelashes.

Dom was thrown to his knees, his hands falling in front of him to stop himself from going further forward. His hair flopped in front of him, blocking his view from the rest of the bedroom. He was sure he saw a large king size bed resting against the center left wall, the oriental four poster looming above them like a temptress. The plush carpet was a welcome change from the cold concrete he had spent hours resting against, though the force of his fall had caused his knees to burn. The startling shift in the temperature from ice chill to burn made his legs sting more. Squinting through his hair, Dom's grey eyes regarded his master expectantly, hoping for a word or a greeting. Rubbing his hands nervously against the carpet, he waited, attempting to ignore the ache in his arms.

Bellamy let out a huff of breath. "Speak," he commanded. The bark of the command rang through the room, his tone impatient yet startlingly sweet.

Dom struggled to find his voice, Bellamy's hand stroking the neck of the snake in a suggestive way that made Dom's cock strain against the leather. "Master," he said breathily.

A smile smeared its way across Bellamy's face. "Good boy," he murmured. He pressed his lips to the head of his snake, his bottom lip rubbing along the scales as if he wanted to taste its skin.

"I only wish to ask you one thing," he said, his voice starting to sound uncertain. Bellamy turned to face him slowly, a bored expression removing his smile. He was clearly unimpressed with Dom's statement of the obvious. Dom sighed and willed himself to find the courage. "My freedom."

Bellamy raised one eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with interest, hunger, and a malicious intent that frightened Dom. The ocean blue eyes seemed to swell to a storm before they closed to slowly blink, his gaze returning to the pet that had fallen asleep clinging to the crook of the neck it rested in. Bellamy spoke softly, trying not to wake it. "What makes you think you deserve your freedom?"

Dom contemplated his answer, his initial response of justice, the fact that he was human and not a toy flashing to his mind like lightening. But rage would never get a servant anywhere. He adopted a polite tone as he began. "I've never asked you for anything. I've always done your will in silence, no complaints. And.....I've been good."

Bellamy smirked and leaned his head back, exposing the teasingly smooth expanse of throat. "If you've been good, why would I let you go?"

Dom furrowed his brow. "If I've been good, why would you punish me by making me stay?" Dom stared expectantly at him while Matt felt those words roll around in his veins, bringing his blood to a boil.

"What's your name?" Bellamy asked, neither moving from his position nor turning to face Dom.

"Dominic. Dom. Just Dom."

Bellamy quickly brought his legs from around the chair, sitting up and lifting his snake from his neck. Cradling it to his chest, he stood and walked to the right corner of the room, placing the animal back in its large container. He gently laid it across a large branch, his long fingers caressing its scales one last time before he rounded on Dom. Expensive Italian leather shoes seemed to glide their way over to Dom before he squatted down and gazed at him blankly. His left hand lifted to gently wipe the hair from his face. The motion was gentle and alarming, causing more fear to settle in Dom's veins than comfort. His breath caught as he finally got a clear look at his master's features.

Bellamy's cheek bones were high, his face thin and his jawbone sharp. His blue eyes were icy and piercing. Raven hair shaped itself around his face, messy and so shiny it made Dom feel envious. His skin was whiter than Dom's used to be, perfect, unmarred and tauntingly glorious. His neck was lean, creamy, and barely covered by a white dress shirt and black suit coat. The hands that swept his hair were soft like cream and the fingers were slender and long. At such a close distance, Dom could smell his natural scent. It made Dom yearn to run his nose along his master's skin.

Running his pink tongue across his bottom lip, Bellamy spoke as softly as a whisper. "If I grant you this, you will provide me my final request of your services." He leaned in closely, so closely Dom could easily lean forward to taste the teasing tongue making the smooth lips glisten with saliva. Bellamy shut his eyes as he seemed to inhale the scent of Dom's sweat, the liquid having already coated Dom's hair. "Please, let me ask one more thing of you," he whispered breathily.

The heat from Bellamy's lips made Dom's insides quiver, his own eyes slamming shut to control himself. He knew what would happen. He would be violated, tortured, abused. He would ache for days but, if he complied, he would be free. Sighing, Dom nodded.

"Say it," Bellamy whispered into Dom's ear.

"I promise," Dom shivered.

Bellamy pulled back instantly, his impish grin making his delicious lips pull his face into something malicious. "Excellent," he exclaimed.

Standing, Bellamy gripped Dom's shoulders and pulled him to his feet. Eyes gleaming with seductive shimmers, he shoved Dom back a ways until his spine pressed against the cool wall. Reaching into his back pocket, one hand moving from his shoulder to the center of his chest to force him in place, he revealed a small key which he brought to the binding of Dom's wrists. Smiling, Dom started to feel comfortable for the first time in years. Noticing his relaxed face, Bellamy raised Dom's left arm above his head, blue ice blazing into Dom's stormy grey pupils. At the click of a lock, Dom raised his eyes to find his arm bound into another chain above his head. Swiftly, he turned his head to glare at his master, Bellamy laughing as Dom felt his right arm get locked into the opposite chain. His lips parted to protest, but Bellamy thrust himself against Dom, his hips pinning Dom hard against the wall. With his nose tracing the curve of Dom's tilted neck, Bellamy shouted "Leave us," to his security. His teeth caressed the sensitive skin as he spoke causing Dom to shiver at the light sensation.

Dom tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, his wrists twisting in the chains as the sound of the door slamming shut disturbed the quietly heavy air of the room. He glanced up at his arms. The buckles were thick silver, attached to a brace that was bolted to the wall. The only way he would escape is if he tore them from the wall, the only other way being when his master decided he was through with him.

"This leather...around your neck," Bellamy practically wheezed, "is so tempting on you. But right now," he said pulling back. "I want it off." In an instant his hands were around Dom's neck, their strength positively alarming and delicately deceptive. For a moment, Dom thought he was going to be choked. The nimble fingers wound their way into the leather choker and pulled it apart, ripping the strap off his neck and sending the straps from his chest to the floor.

Bellamy gazed hungrily at the newly exposed skin, Dom releasing a high pitched whimper under his stare. Looking up at the ceiling, Dom struggled against the chains, though his actions were clearly futile. His master would be disappointed, his once smooth and ivory chest was now marred from chafe marks caused by the leather rubbing with his sweat. Years of manual labor, in the sun, in the dirt, had dyed his skin to a dirty yet golden looking brown. Between the filth and the marks, there was nothing sexual about him anymore.

Setting his mouth on one of the marks, Bellamy sucked viciously at the wound, laving it with his saliva. Dom whimpered at the pain which soon turned to a pleasurable sear. A moan breached Dom's lips at the feeling of tender human contact, something he had been denied for seven years. It was heated, it was warm, and nothing like being whipped or thrown to the floor. It made Dom feel like his skin would light on fire. Made his groin strain against the short leather shorts that pressed much too hard against his cock.

Bellamy released his skin with a satisfying pop, the chafe mark glistening with traces of his spit. The once pink shade was now a brilliant red and purple from his violent sucking. Smiling at his work, Bellamy stepped back, a light mewl vibrating from Dom's throat.

Spinning on his heels, Bellamy turned towards a chest in front of his bed upon which sat a vase of red roses. Pulling off his suit coat, he tossed it onto the chair before turning his attention to the flowers that were in full bloom. He pulled two from the vase, their stems surprisingly long. Between his fingers he separated the petals, pressing them between his thumb and index finger. "Tell me what you were before I found you," he said casually, not looking at Dom.

The question startled Dom. He gazed at Bellamy's profile a confused expression painting his face. "Sir, you know what I was," he said slowly.

Bellamy chuckled, still fondling the roses. "Yes. But I'd like for you to tell me."

Dom shut his eyes, his tongue moistening his lips as he remembered his bleak past. "I was a prostitute," he said simply.

The sounds of a deep inhale forced Dom to open his eyes, fearing that his answer had sparked his master's rage. He found his master rubbing the rose petals against his nose, his breathing deep as if to absorb the scent into his veins. Flush against his skin, the shades of blood red and ivory skin contrasted so completely. "Tell me more," he demanded.

Worrying his bottom lip Dom gazed at the floor, his bare toes flexing themselves against the burgundy carpet. The smooth fabric seemed to sooth the nerves in Dom's chest. Lip now fully swollen, Dom delved into his past.

"I was a prostitute in South London. I would wait on the corner for men to come round in expensive cars looking for a way to forget their wives. I had no money. I slept in a warehouse that used to be a meatpacking plant with others like me."

Bellamy ran the petals of the roses along his cheek. adoring them the same way he did his snake. "Why were you a prostitute?" he asked, his tone sweet, curious and almost childlike.

Dom furrowed his brow. "i ran away from home."

Nibbling a petal Bellamy asked, "But why?"

Discomfort seemed to consume Dom, the memory of his reasons stinging behind his eyes. "My father disproved of me," he said quietly.

"What was that?" Bellamy asked, still not looking at Dom.

"My father disproved of me, my sexuality. Said I was second class. So I left. Happy?" Dom said angrily.

"Not in the slightest," Bellamy said, whipping his head around to face Dom. The tone of Dom's response irritated him. Clenching the roses in his fist, the flowers crumpled, petals dropping to the floor. The stems bent and snapped in his hands, the thorns forcing their way into his skin making him bleed. Bellamy advanced on him, the pain of his action barely registering. He brought his face inches from Dom's, his blue ice chilling Dom to the core.

"So you proved him right by selling yourself, making yourself worthless. You became an object for people to pretend to care about for an hour or two," he hissed into Dom's face. "Your father thought you were nothing, so you became nothing."

"I didn't have a choice," Dom spat, all pretense of politeness removed from his voice.

"There is always a choice," he retorted, his voice so low it was practically a purr. Opening his hand, he dropped his gaze to the floor as the remains of the flowers dropped to the floor. Blood trickled from his fingers, between his knuckles and down his palm. He raised his hand to his mouth and sucked a finger between his lips, his mouth happily drinking the blood from the small puncture wounds. Eyes shutting for a moment, his eyelashes splayed out elegantly against his cheek bone. Dom was horrified and transfixed, his fear mingling with his desire. Bellamy continued sucking his own blood, eyes opening halfway to peer under his lashes at Dom. The lewd look painted across his face made Dom lurch in the chains.

Bellamy smirked as he released the digit. Gleaming in the light, he extended the wet finger to stroke Dom's cheek. It glided down his face, his neck and rested in the center of his chest. Pressing his hand against Dom's chest he smeared his blood across his skin, the thick texture mingling deliciously with the sweat already stained there.

Dom recoiled from the touch, staring open mouthed at his sweat and blood stained chest. Bellamy furrowed his brow, his hands reaching out to Dom's hips and ripping him from the wall. Dom's feet dragged across the carpet, a feeble attempt to remain put as his hips crashed into Bellamy's. His arms stretched above and behind him, his head glancing back as they strained from the force. He looked back at his master who was now pressing his nose to Dom's chest. His tongue flicked out to stroke a blood stained nipple. Bellamy let out a whimper at the taste of the skin, Dom's high pitched cry echoing in the room. It was as if that one taste had unleashed a beast in his master, Bellamy's mouth and teeth sucking and scraping against Dom's chest. He was wolfish, animalistic, and dragging his mouth along his skin like he wanted to taste Dom's beating heart. Eyes clenched tightly shut, Dom succumbed to the sensation, his breaths starting to come out as soft chokes as Bellamy's grip tightened on his hip dents. Nails piercing the skin, Dom let out a cry that was like music to his master's ears. Bellamy brought his mouth further up Dom's chest into his neck, his sucking only becoming more violent. His hot tongue laved a sensitive spot in his throat that caused Dom to buck his hips into Bellamy.

"Please, I -" Dom gasped.

Bellamy pushed Dom back into the wall, their hips colliding with such force that Bellamy removed his face from Dom's neck to gasp, his hand leaving his hip to clench against the wall. Slowly, he turned back to Dom. His tongue latched onto Dom's right earlobe.

'What?" he whispered into the air.

The sensation of sucking and nibbling made Dom forget what it was he wanted to say, the only thing leaving his mouth was a soft moan. "I - unngg."

"Tell me," Bellamy commanded, thrusting his hips harder into Dom.

Dom cocked his head back and moaned, his hands clenching and grasping at nothing except air. His body slid up and down against the wall, his efforts at movement failing miserably. He let out a small whimper of frustration as his body betrayed his mind. Grinding his hips against Bellamy's, he nibbled his lip in further confusion.

"Tell me what you were going to say," Bellamy demanded. His hands slipped from Dom's hips up to his neck, the fingers wrapping around the sensitive flesh. Releasing a small amount of pressure by his pulse, Dom began to choke out his fearful response.

"Please, sir, I...I don't know what you want from me." He finished his statement with a high pitched squeal, his master's finger nails now dragging down his neck. The action left a deep and sharp stinging sensation in their wake.

"I want," Bellamy began, smelling Dom's hair. "You to behave." The tip of his tongue flicked out over Dom's temple, the flavor of his sweat making his master's head spin and his fingers to clench the skin over his heart.

Dom whimpered at the pain. "I have always behaved....I thought..."

"Your deviance and desire to leave makes me think you are anything but faithful. Now," Bellamy breathed onto the wet skin he had tongued, and smiled at the shiver it caused. "This leaves me in an odd predicament."

Bellamy dragged his mouth from Dom's temple down his high cheek bone, leaving trails of hot, moist breath across his skin. Dom squirmed at the pleasurable sensation, the adrenaline in his stomach starting to make him feel dizzy.

"I can't decide," Bellamy said hovering over Dom's lips. He peered at Dom through lidded eyes. "How you should be punished."

"No! Please! I - I'm sorry! Please, don't punish - I!" Dom stammered, shaking his head side to side, eyes bugging. He cowered into the wall, a feeble attempt at putting space between them. Bellamy grasped his jaw forcefully, his large hand and fingers covering a good portion of his chin and neck. Pushing Dom's head back into the wall, he stilled all movement glowering and placing his face flush against Dom's cheek.

"Shh....shhh," he hummed, closing his eyes and pressing his cheek closer to Dom's. "You'll get the freedom you so desperately seek," he whispered. His grasp around Dom's jaw and neck tightened. "You deserve to be punished. But you won't....even know...it's punishment." The last few words of his sentence were whispered so low they were practically a hiss. "I have needs, Dominic." He tilted Dom's head more to the side, pressing his nose to his skin and inhaling. "My needs...are fulfilled by my servants." His tongue flicked out to graze the sweaty skin. "But my emotional needs....my...needs....well.....you," he hissed, "are here to fulfill them."

"I agreed to no such thing," Dom choked out. The hand around his jaw tightened, his neck pushed further back as his head hit the wall hard.

"You agreed to be mine. You agreed to come with me, to have shelter and a home. You agreed to stay." Matthew nipped Dom's cheek, a yelp coming from the blonde.

Dom struggled in the hold, his patience wearing thin. He tried forcing his face away from Matt's hands, his head moving furiously to free itself. "You promised me comfort! You promised me safety and security!"

Matthew ground his fingers into Dom's neck, a sharp pain running through the muscles. "I promised you no such thing!" Matthew said forcefully. "Any or all implications of friendship were of your own doing. You are a prisoner of your own hope, Dominic. I asked you to be mine, and you agreed. Under no certain terms were the words affection, security, or trust brought into the agreement. Your assumptions of these terms has brought you the feelings of disappointment you currently have coursing through your mind." Matthew spat the words in a whisper at Dom's face. He peered bitterly at Dominic's profile fighting the urge to bite hard on the skin

"You promised me liberation," Dom whimpered weakly.

Matthew laughed, a cold and hard laugh. "I promised you liberation from the street. And now I have to promise you liberation again, but there are always consequences." He pressed his lips closely to Dom's ear as he whispered, "Be careful what you wish for, Dominic."

Dom let out a desperate wail, anxiety causing his bones to ache and his breath to rattle in his lungs. Squeezing his eyes shut, he let in a quivering and agonizing inhale. The close proximity of his face allowed Dom to feel the silky smooth strands of Matt's hair weave patterns across his skin. At that moment, a beast that had been resting inside Dom awoke. In that shaking inhale the scent of Matt's hair invaded his mouth and nostrils, spreading through his blood instead of oxygen. The full force of his obsession echoed through his mind like a scream. Like an animal caged, he fought against the restraints, twisting his arms to furl his fingers in the flaxen hair. A ferral snarl tore itself from his chest as he bucked his hips instinctively. Bellamy smiled into the action, the sudden participation from his toy lighting a flame within his groin.

Moving his face away from Dom's ear, he pulled back to grin at the man whose wrists were turning red from struggle. Bringing their faces closer together, he tilted Dom's head up to gaze at the separated lips that were gasping for air. Slowly he descended, his tongue extending to lick slowly along Dom's bottom lip. He laved the skin, tasting first sweat, then saliva, then the sweet, natural flavor of his skin. Hungrily, he licked again, this time harder. The wet contact of the warm muscle caused Dom's eyes to roll back into his head.

Tentatively, Dom brought his tongue out to graze along Matt's. He let out a soft groan, his hands falling from Dom's neck to linger at the waistband of his tight leather shorts. Pressing his tongue harder against Dom's, his left hand slid up Dom's arm to finger the now sore wrist. Dom retracted his tongue, hissing at the pain that the fingers caused. Moving higher, he brought his fingers to Dom's and scratched down the inside of his palm. The sensation sent heat like wildfire across Dom's skin, the surprising pleasure causing him to groan.

Matt took the opportunity of the open lips and thrust his tongue inside Dom's mouth, licking and caressing along the roof of his mouth. The fingers that had been resting at the waistband of the shorts dug into Dom's hip, scratching and pressing, possibly leaving bruises. Dom's hands clenched together, his one hand gliding along the tips of Matt's. They furled together tightly, pressing their joined hands against the wall as Matt deepened his exploration of Dom's hot mouth. By reflex, Dom lifted his right leg to slide along Matt's, stopping only to wrap itself around his hip and draw him flush against his body. There was no air between the two.

A groan escaped Matt's lips, finding itself devoured whole by Dom's eager mouth. He broke their joined hands apart, Dom's fingers wiggling in protest. He dragged his fingers deliberately down Dom's side, stroking his ribcage and massaging the skin as they continued their downward journey. It wound itself around and behind, stopping at the small of Dom's back to press its finger tips into the sore muscles. The hand at Dom's waist slid behind as well, both hands teasing the leather hanging low on his hips. They slid beneath, stretching the leather to grope he angelically silky skin of Dom's arse. Dom whimpered and mewled at the contact, his whole body beginning to shiver. He rolled his hips into Matt's for more contact, more heat. Matt slid his hands further down, positively engulfing his cheeks as he kneaded the skin. Suddenly, he squeezed, using the force of his pressure to lift both of Dom's legs, hitching them high around his waist.

Dom pushed his tongue deep into Matt's mouth, winding around the strong muscle and tracing every curve in the cavernous recesses. He sucked and stroked along the hollow of Matt's cheek, eliciting a pleasant sigh from the raven haired man. Matt pulled his face away a fraction of an inch, trapping Dom's bottom lip between his teeth. He nibbled and tugged on the flesh, sucking the skin to the point of a bruise. He released Dom's lips with a pop and began his descent down the slope of the blonde's neck. He dragged his teeth along the skin, nipping idly at the pulse point. Following the trail of sweat that had been left there not long ago, Matt lowered his face until he found himself at the juncture of Dom's neck and collarbone. Like a greedy child he slurped the beads that had collected there, their tangy flavor causing him to dig his finger tips deep into the flesh of Dom's arse. Once pooled with nothing but his saliva, Matt departed from the enticing bone to attach himself to a nipple. HIs teeth grazed the hardened nub, his tongue following immediately after to stroke gently across it. Dom's head fell back against the wall as a wail of pleasure ripped through him and he pressed his heels hard into the small of Matts' back. The action of having his chest sucked had caused him to be pulled away from the wall, his wrists positively aching at the pull and his bum beginning to sag without support. It made it difficult to arch his chest into Matt's face, but he managed and he found the tongue pressing harder against his nipple.

Sensing that Dom was slipping, he dropped the blonde completely. Dom flailed his legs as he tried to find his support, his shoulders jerking in their sockets at the sudden force of gravity. He found his leverage and backed himself back into the wall, his skin crawling at the loss of contact. Matthew advanced on him, pressing his palms to Dom's hips. He licked his lips as he slowly brought his fingers beneath the waist band of Dom's shorts, his hands curling to fists. He slowly dropped himself to his knees, his hands tugging the leather down Dom's legs as he went. Dom's breath hitched in his throat, his erection finally freed from the leather and standing tall in front of his master's hungry face. The cool air wafting against his arousal made him squirm, his legs quivering as Matt's hands brought the leather shorts to his ankles. Sitting back on his feet, Matthew dropped the leather and brought his hand to Dom's ankles, lifting his feet from the leg holes and hurling the shorts across the room. His hands rose and fell, caressing the skin of his feet, teasing the soft hairs that were so golden they were invisible. Dom tried to focus on Matthew's face as his master concentrated on the back of his knees, tickling the joint and finally pressing his lips to his patella. Absolutely worshiping his legs, Matthew brought his face to Dom's inner ankle, his hands still pressed to the outside of his leg and rose. He dragged his face up the inside of Dom's leg, lifting his bum from his feet as he went. He took deep inhales and exhales, the air reaching Dom's inner thigh and making him mewl like a cat in heat. Reaching Dominic's groin, Matthew inhaled deeply, holding the scent within his nostrils and lungs, allowing it to breach his sinuses and rest on his tongue. Lust crawled along his face, morphing his expression to something sinful as his eyes dilated the blue irises to a black shade. Looking up at Dom, eyebrows arched, mouth half open, he wheezed his exhale. Dom licked his lips reflexively. Matthew brought his face back to Dom's groin, his mouth close to the side of Dom's cock. He began to speak.

"Is it time to play, my pet?" Matthew whispered. His lips and breath teased the side of Dom's cock, eliciting a moan from the blonde that was merely a sob. "is it?" he asked, pulling away completely. Dom looked down at Matthews innocent eyes, his tongue wetting his lips and his throat impossibly dry.

Matthew's innocent expression faded almost instantly, his mouth descending onto Dom's cock. He pressed a kiss to the tip of its head, gazing lewdly up at Dom with batting eyelashes. "Play with me, Dominic."

Dom bucked his hips at the contact, attempting to find himself within the core of Matthew's mouth. He instead found himself greeted with cool air around his cock as Matthew forced him back into the wall, pressing his hips there and rubbing his nose into his thigh. He sighed an exhale.

"You smell positively delicious," he breathed. "I want to devour you completely. I want," he paused, pulling away to meet Dom's eyes which were now squeezed shut from pleasure. "Look at me Dominic!" Matthew demanded, shaking Dom back and forth. Dom opened his eyes instantly, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he bent his head to meet his master's gaze. Matthew peered up at him, his mouth looming closer to where Dominic so badly wanted it to be. "I want," Matthew started again, "to devour you whole."

As he finished his statement, he took Dom completely into his mouth. His cock hit the back of his master's throat and Dom wailed a pleasured curse at the sudden sensation. Matthew hallowed his cheeks as he pulled back with a tantalizing suck, only to come forward again and massage the skin with his tongue. Dom slammed his head against the wall, his focus blurring as he stared at the ceiling. His hips bucked and sweat began to drip down his neck, the searing warmth of Matthew's mouth driving him mad. Matthew brought his hands to Dom's now bare arse, his palms covering the cheeks as his fingers massaged the skin. He pushed and pulled Dom in and out of his mouth, signaling to the blonde that he wanted him to fuck his mouth. Dom took the hint and began to thrust, his voice giving out an ecstatic cry. On an outward pull, Matthew dragged his teeth lightly along the skin causing Dom to try to curl in on himself only to find it impossible with his arms restrained. Dropping a hand from one of Dom's cheeks, Matthew brought it around to fondle Dom's balls, the action sparking a jolt of electricity through Dom's entire body. The pressure began to build at the base of his spine, so close to coming he started to thrust erratically and without rhythm. He had gone so long without any form of intimacy that he was sure he wouldn't last.

Matthew was miles ahead of him. Realizing that Dom was close to coming, he pulled his mouth off Dom's cock and dragged his face up his stomach, his hands following suit along his back. Matthew licked the sweat soaked abs and chest, up Dom's neck and finally along his lips before thrusting his tongue inside. A confused murmur of incoherent words rambled out of Dom's mouth as the kiss was broken. Matthew brought his hands to either side of Dom's head and leaned close, face to face, eye to eye. "Don't you dare come yet," he said. "We have so much more ahead of us."

Dom shivered, a strangled moan of understanding and pain hiccuped out of his chest. His cock was burning with need and the cool air grazing the wet skin didn't help. He was in a daze, holding himself back and trying to imagine what his master could possibly have planned for him.

"I am going to take your arms out of these chains for a minute, Dominic," Matthew said sternly. Dom was too busy huffing to care, his brain vaguely registering that his arms would be released and he would be given some comfort. "If you try to run away, I will stop you. And I won't be happy. And any further discussion of your freedom will be put to rest until I decide it's time to talk. Do you understand me?"

Dom nodded, his desire to run away or be free sucked straight from his brain and through his cock by Matthew's mouth moments before. His body was quivering with fear, lust, pain and all sorts of other emotions that he felt he was about to black out. If he wanted to be honest, he was too weak to even try to run. He felt Matthew's hands working the chains his arms were locked in, his left arm falling to his side first. He sighed in relief, the only relief he'd had in what felt like an eternity. His right arm followed and he found himself being led by Matthew to the lush bed he so eagerly wanted to engulf himself in.

His cock twitched expectantly at the sight of the champagne silk sheets that were luxuriously covering the lush mattress. The bed was huge, the duvet was thick, the pillows were plump. Dom fought the urge to run his face along the silk and inhale Matthew's scent, the only thing preventing him from doing so was the knowledge that the man who bore it would soon be smothering him in it. He found himself get pushed back in the center of the bed, Matthew pushing him until he was almost sitting upright against the headboard. Dom ran his feet along the silk, smiling at the pleasant sensation and giggled. He wiggled his bum side to side, the sheets tickling the sensitive skin. Matthew smiled what appeared to be a genuine grin that only lasted a moment before it turned feral and he lifted Dom's arms to his sides to lock them in more braces. Dom groaned, the ache in his biceps instantly returning, though the cuffs were much looser than the ones he'd been in before.

He was about to speak, to explain that his ability to leave was no where to be found. The bed was lulling him into a possible sleep, his body was falling into an anxiety induced coma and his cock was positively straining with need. If he wanted to run, he would look a right fool. But Matthew had his fingers over Dom's lips before he could voice any of this. "I need to be assured that you won't try to leave or harm me. Nothing against you exactly but, if you remember correctly, the words trust and security are never involved when I make a deal." His voice was chilling and malicious. "I do the touching," he whispered as he pulled away from Dom's face. "I do the stroking, the licking." Matthew removed himself from the bed, standing at the side and holding Dom's gaze. "Are you watching, Dominic?" he asked, titling his head to side coquettishly.

His hands rose to his shoulders to slip off the black braces over his dress shirt. They fell to his hips, useless now and nothing more than seductive decoration that drew Dom's attention to Matt's straight frame. Nimble fingers worked the buttons of the shirt, gliding down as each one was undone with an aching slowness. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, his pale skin glowing in the yellow light that Dom had just noticed was coming from an extravagant chandelier in the middle of the high ceiling. He seemed to glow like yellow fire, his raven hair making him look the picture of sin. Dom hissed at the ache of his cock coming back to linger in his mind. Matthew slipped his feet out of the leather shoes and used a wiggling motion of his feet to kick himself out of his socks, never bending or moving to break Dom's gaze. he advanced on the trapped blonde, placing one knee on the bed and then another, crawling like lion toward his pray. He prowled over to Dom's feet, his back exposed to his view and Dom used the movement of the shoulder blades under Matt's skin as his grip on reality.

On all fours, Matthew dipped his nose to Dom's ankles inhaling a long breath and turning to glance over his shoulder, eyes black with lust and tongue caught between his lips. Dom let out a frustrated humph, his body aching to be touched by Matthew, his cock pointing in his direction. Matthew turned his body so that his legs were nearly off the bed, resting on the chest that the vase of roses sat upon. He instinctively knew where the vase was, placing a leg on either side of it. His arse rose in the air as he ran his nose up Dom's leg, gazing up to look Dom in the eyes the entire time. Lips parted, he crawled slowly up, taking his time to bury his face in Dom's pubic hair. Without acknowledging Dom's already weeping cock, he bent lower to inhale the scent of his arousal around his perineum. Dom moaned, his wishes for Matt to pay special attention to that area dying on his lips as he gasped for breath. Matthew removed his head and crawled higher. His tongue extended for a moment to swirl around Dom's navel just once. He ignored Dom's abdomen and chest, his exploration of that area already complete. Instead, he moved his face to Dom's right side, inhaling along his ribcage and spending a moment to study the protrusion of his ribs.

Dom dropped his head back, his neck comforted by a silky pillow as his head made a dull thud against the hard wood of the headboard. His body was in agony. The brief moment of having Matt's head between his legs allowed him to feel the silky hair again, only this time teasing his inner thigh. Now, that hair was stroking along his under arm as matthew casually examined the contours of his ribs. He wanted to come, so badly. But he would do as he was told, behaving like he had been asked. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to count to ten, hoping the distraction would ease the pain of his cock. His eyes shot open a moment later, as Matthew's nose buried itself in his underarm.

A tongue snuck out for a moment to flick the baby soft skin at the start of his bicep, a howl escaping Dom's lips. Dom felt Matthew smile, his nose skimming along his arm. Dom was too frightened to look at him. To see Matthew's eyes so hungry, his mouth getting wet with want, would cause Dom to loose the little control he had gathered from deep within himself.

Matthew crawled along the pillows, moving them aside so he had leverage to bring his lips to the other side of Dom's arm. The hairs lining the skin were just as invisible as the hair of his legs. Matthew gazed enviously at the bronze skin, though dirty, it was an appealing color, a shade matthew would never achieve. He blew cold air onto Dom's wrist and watched the hairs rise as Dom shivered. He did it again, this time tapping it with his tongue. He was rewarded with a high pitched whimper from the blonde.

Continuing upwards, he inspected the cracked palms of Dom's hands. They were the hands of a worker. There were traces of silk patches here and there, places where the work he did hadn't affected his skin. His fingers were lean, and surprisingly without calluses except for the bottom of his middle and index finger. Matthew glanced over at Dom whose eyes were closed, face toward the ceiling, his lips moving in unrecognizable patterns and rhythms. He turned back to the hand before him and smiled.

Dom screamed aloud as his middle finger was enveloped in the warmth of Matthew's mouth. He turned to look at Matt, whose eyes were shut this time as he ran his tongue along the digit, sucking and groping the skin. The ache in his cock magnified tenfold, and Dom turned away to see it straining between his legs the shade of a dull pink and purple. He wheezed a few times, the urge to come squeezing his insides. Matthew pulled back on the finger and went forward again suggestively. Dom turned back to find the man staring at him, clearly testing his willpower. A pleading look fell across Dom's face, begging his master to let him come. Matthew nipped the finger and shook his head no, a cry from Dom ringing through the room.

Matthew released the finger and moved to place hi face directly in front of Dom's, He smiled slowly. Dom had learned never to take comfort in this man's expressions of gentleness. "You will come," Matthew said softly as he lowered himself back down Dom's sprawled body. "When I tell you to come, like the good boy you say you are." He spoke his sentence slowly, dragging out his words as he took his time to nestle his head back between Dom's legs. His eyebrows cocked wickedly before he looked down and ran his tongue along Dom's opening.

Dom screamed, eyes bugging and back arching off the bed at the sensation. Matthew did it again, not grazing around, above or below, but directly across. Dom whimpered and glanced around helplessly. Relaxing his mouth, Matthew slid his tongue in past the ring of tight muscle allowing his tongue as deep as it would go. He curled it and scraped it along the thousands of nerves, smiling only when he felt Dom squirming above him. His rhythm was slow, his tongue luxuriating in the warmth of Dom's arse.

Dom's skin began to burn and his heart began to pound. Every level of heat imaginable was thrumming through his veins, his need to come so tangible it was turning his insides to concrete. Matt's hand came to scratch along Dom's balls on a particularly deep thrust of his tongue, causing Dom to scream expletives as he thrust down on the warm little muscle.

Matthew stopped instantly, pulling his tongue out and resting his chin on Dom's inner thigh as he spoke. "Control yourself, Dominic. Or I will stop this all together and won't let you come at all."

Dominic whimpered furiously at the words and nodded his head. Closing his eyes again he rested his head on the headboard, chest heaving and mind trying to focus on anything but coming. He expected to feel the return of Matthew's tongue moments later but heard sucking sounds instead. Feeling nothing occurring on his body, he opened one eye to find Matthew sucking viciously on three fingers. He slowly brought the saliva soaked fingers out of his mouth as he shifted himself to straddle Dom's legs. Dom's breath hitched in his throat, a whimper dying somewhere inside his as the knowledge of what was about to happen shot through him like a bullet. He braced himself, clenching his fists and biting so hard on his lip he felt blood trickle against his tongue. He focused on the metallic taste, hoping it would distract him from the finger swirling his entrance.

He was brutally wrong.

"UUUNNGGGGGG - FUCK!" he shouted as the finger thrust quickly into him.

Matthew's pace was quick and unrelenting, a chilling cackle rumbling in his chest. "Sing for me," he said. "I like it when you sing."

A loud moan was torn from Dom's chest as Matthew attacked his prostate with disturbing accuracy.

Tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth, Matthew curled his fingers every few thrusts to stroke along the little bulge, keeping Dom on the brink for as long as possible. Dom panted and wheezed, moving his legs so that his feet were planted firmly on the bed. His toes curled, his back arched, and helpless whines escaped from his lips. Matthew added a second finger soon after the first, his eyes positively glowing as he watched them disappear, finger to knuckle, in and out of Dom's tight arse. The added stretch from the second finger caused Dom to shift his bum down onto Matthew's hand, stopping immediately when he remembered Matt's earlier words. He huffed and tried to control his hips, his body thrumming with energy. Sweat dripped from his hair, down his neck, and coated his chest. When Matthew added a third finger, he felt his prostate was about to combust. The long fingers were slamming in and out of him at a fast and hard pace. His abs started to ripple as he felt his orgasm building at a frightening pace.

Matthew felt Dom start to clench around his fingers, the blonde lifting his bum off the bed every now and then for more contact but stopping to restrain himself. Sensing that Dom was close to coming, he removed his fingers and slid off the bed.

Dom slammed his head against the headboard, his patience completely shot. His spine was burning and he was sure his cock was so hard it could break off. "What the fuck," he sighed bitterly. "I don't....I just - what?"

He watched as Matthew silently shed his trousers, his back to the blonde as he moved around the room. He casually walked over to the chair where his suit jacket had been tossed earlier and neatly draped the expensive fabric over the back. Smirking impetuously, he lifted the jacket from the seat and neatly draped it shoulder to shoulder on the back as well over the trousers. In nothing but black silk boxers, he seemed to prowl back over to Dom, the filthy grin still on his face.

"I already told you," he said when he reached the side of the bed. "You will come when I want you to come." He gripped the waistband of his shorts and bent down as he tugged them off, his own erection springing free. Dom's eyes bugged at the length, the dark hair around his groin so contrasting with the rest of his pale skin. "And I want you to come." He crawled on the bed as he had before, slithering up Dom's body, their cocks rubbing together and making them both hiss. He paused when he reached Dom's face, legs on either side of his hips, on arm on the side of Dom's head on top of a pillow. "But only when I'm completely inside you."

He dragged his other hand slowly up Dom's body until he reached his jaw. Matthew placed the hand between both of their faces and wiggled the fingers. He gently ran the tips along Dom's lips, tracing the curves. When the lips parted, Matthew thrust them into Dom's warm mouth and scraped along his tongue. "Suck," he commanded.

Obeying immediately, Dom began sucking diligently, running his tongue along the pads of the fingers and swirling around the knuckles. He drank the flavor of Matthew's skin down like a glass of water on a hot summer day, sucking and absorbing as much as he could. The flavor was familiar, exactly as he thought it would taste after years of smelling its traces. But something tasted off. He furrowed his brow in confusion, the spice so different from the sweet and musky flavor he was used to smelling. It wasn't bad, it was just unexpected.

Matthew addressed Dom's confused look, understanding immediately what he was tasting. He bent low to his ear, his tongue tracing along its shell. "Tell me how you and I taste," he breathed.

Dom's eyes bugged, for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He choked on the fingers, gasping and trying to pull his mouth away. Matthew shoved his fingers in deeper, a strangled cough coming from Dom as they hit the back of his throat. "It must taste exquisite," Matthew whispered. "A delicious feast for you." He bit down on Dom's earlobe, the blonde yelping and releasing Matt's fingers.

Matthew sat back on Dom's hips regarding the blonde with wicked eyes as he brought those same fingers to his mouth and sucked. His eyes rolled back into his head at the mingled flavors of spit and skin, and sighed. "Fucking....delicious," he moaned, dropping the hand from his mouth. "We're something perfect, you and I." He shifted to sit between Dom's legs, spreading them wide and leaning down to hover above Dom. The hand he had just sucked came to linger in front of his face as he spat a generous amount of spit on the palm and ran the wet palm over his erection until he was satisfied. He gripped his cock to line it up with Dom's opening, other hand running through Dom's hair in a brief moment of gentleness. Lined up and hair removed from Dom's face, he gripped Dom's hips for maximum leverage. "Look at me Dominic," he said gruffly. "I want you to look at me." Dom weakly brought his eyes to Matthew's, small whines filling the air with his exhales.

In one quick thrust, Matthew entered him completely. "FUCK!!!" Dom shouted. "Oh god, oh god," he moaned, eye lashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back in his head. Matthew moaned loudly and bit Dom's neck as he pulled out and quickly thrust back in.

"Yes," he hissed. He found his rhythm quickly, gripping Dom's hips and lifting them. Dom naturally brought his legs around Matthew's waist as he was penetrated at a brain defying pace. Crooking his eyebrows, Matt curved to the right on one thrust, assaulting Dom's prostate with a vengeance.

"I can't - I - Please, Christ," Dom panted. His hands balled into fists, his nails digging into the skin of his palms. He matched Matthew thrust for thrust, bringing his hips up while Matt brought his down. No comment or order was made regarding his participation this time, so he prayed that his relief would be quick and speedy.

To his dismay, Matthew slowed his thrusting down, giggling and Dom's pained expression. "I want this to last as long as possible," he said. Dom groaned as Matthew's cock slowly tapped his prostate, pressing and gently moving away, only to come back again 15 seconds later to linger and repeat. His abs curled and shook, his neck leaning back to it's full length. The pleasure was mounting with every second, but the pain in his cock was making it bittersweet. After a few moments of slow torture, Matthew started to speed his thrusts up again.

The warm heat of Dom's arse was making Matthew's fingers dig into the flesh, his thrusts slowly losing their pattern and becoming erratic. Groans of pleasure were rolling from his tongue into the air and making a sensual symphony with Dom's pained wails. He kept up his relentless pace, crashing against Dom's prostate as often as he could causing the blonde to shake his head from side to side, helplessly.

"I can't - I won't," Dom choked.

"What is it?" Matthew asked, hissing as he administered a extraordinarily deep thrust. Enjoying the sensation of being completely sheathed, he lifted one of Dom's legs over his shoulder. The new position allowed him to be taking in fully to his pelvic bone.

"Oh - UUNGG," Dom cried, nails digging harder into his skin, his right hand starting to bleed.

"Tell me," Matthew commanded, rolling his hips as he lingered inside Dominic, his cock tapping several times in one instant against his prostate.

Dominic's eyes shot open. "I won't last," he gasped out. "Gonna - gonna," he stammered as Matt sped his thrusts up again. "Oh, god! I'm gonna come. Gonna co-come."

"Not without me," Matthew rammed himself harder into the blonde, hurrying along the coming of his own orgasm. "Control yourself."

"I can't," Dom sobbed, his hips moving to match Matt's speed, his back no longer on the bed.

"Do it," Matt spat through gritted teeth.

"Fu - fffuucckkk - unnnggg," were the only words Dom could spit out, eyes squeezed painfully shut.

"Are you a good boy?" Matthew demanded.

"Yes, yes! Dom cried, "I'm good!"

"Tell me you're a good boy!" Matthew shouted, a deep thrust penetrating Dom violently.

"I'M GOOD! I'M GOOD!" Dom sobbed.

The burn started at the base of Matthew toes, and crawled it's way up to his spine. The coil in his stomach started to wind, his orgasm building like a canon. Sensing that he was dangerously close, he removed a hand from Dom's hip to wrap it around his burning cock. The contact made Dom's eyes open with an alarmed scream, wrists thrashing in the cuffs.

Laughing, Matthew bent close to Dom's ear as he jerked him in time with his thrusts. "Remind me what you want?" he asked.

"To - to be - unnggg," Dom stuttered, his last ditch effort at not coming evaporating along with his prostate.

"To be free?" Matt quesitoned in a high tone?

"Ye - yes," Dom gasped.

"Or......to come?" Matt said maliciously.

The concept of coming absorbed Dom's mind completely, the back of his brain burning at the idea. "Please, please," he sobbed. "Fucking, just let me come. Please let me come!" he wailed.

"They are...the same....thing," Matthew said teasing Dom's ear with his tongue. "Now, come with me."

At Matthew's order, Dom came with a scream. Violent and hot, his come shot itself into Matthew's hand and onto his stomach. Rolling his eyes back in his head, Matthew came with a shuddering cry, his own come filling Dom to the brim and spilling over onto the sheets. He rode the waves out, slowing his thrusts as Dom shivered and writhed beneath him, his own orgasm leaving an aftershock like an earthquake.

Matthew collapsed on top of Dominic and pulled out, rolling over to rest on top of the sheets. His come soiled the silk but he couldn't find the energy to care.

Dom's chest heaved as his body still ached with shivers, his legs closing together. As best he could, he curled himself into a ball on his left side, facing away from Matthew. Hot tears stung his eyes as he felt the come still dripping from his arse and down his legs. He bit his lip to choke back a sob and shut his eyes. Burying his face into a pillow, he inhaled and found comfort in the smell of his master, the master he had hoped to find. No where in their coupling had he smelled the man he had grown to want. At no point was he allowed to touch his hair, or rake his nails down his back. Had Matthew simply asked, he would never have run away. It was as simple as that. Instead, he was forced to stay by the removal of his will and physical power. Feeling utterly degraded and confused, he inhaled shakily as he ran his face along his outstretched arm to wipe a tear from his cheek.

He felt hands twisting around the cuffs and realized that he was being released. Unable and too afraid to turn around, he moved his hands to his front. Stroking the wrists tenderly, he curled in on himself tighter, his arms burning from struggle. A warm body slithered up next to him, stroking one of the arms.

"You're free to go," Matthew whispered into his ear.

Rage boiled within Dom's veins, his bitter tears still stinging his eyes. With a bolt of energy, he whirled himself over to straddle Matthew's surprised frame. Gripping the brunette's wrists, he forced them to the bed post, Dom's face alarmingly gruesome.

Too shocked to fight back, Matthew stared wide eyed at Dominic, who swiftly had him locked in the cuffs. Removing the key from Matthew's fist, Dom threw it across the room.

"Fuck you," he spat at Matthew.

"YOU ASSHOLE!!" Matthew shouted.

Dom rolled off the bed and walked with much effort over to the chair, picking up Matthew's boxers and shirt as he went. Sore as ever, he dressed himself in Matthew's clothes quickly, rolling up the sleeves of the dress shirt. The trousers were a bit short on Dom, Matthew a few inches short than he. He turned to face Matthew one last time as he draped the coat over his shoulder, his finger under the collar.

"Get over here, you bastard, and undo these chains!" Matthew wailed, arms thrashing in the cuffs. His back arched of the bed, his neck straining to lunge his body at Dom.

"I no longer belong to you. And we will discuss your freedom when I see fit," Dom said, calmly echoing Matthew's words from before.

He strolled over to the door, his hand grasping the handle and tugging. Wigging his toes on the carpet one last time, he smiled as he exited the room and walked over the concrete for the last time.

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