Strawberries and CreamDom glanced over the table at Elijah - his Lighe, and swiftly averted his eyes, giving his full attention to the empty plate in front of him. Was this the right time to say it? To ask?Lighe put down his fork. He had finished; and when Elijah had finished, so had everyone else. No one knew why this happened, it just was. He smiled across at Dom, then turned back to Billy, who was holding forth to Lighe about the "off side rule". Billy stared at Dom in puzzlement. Someone was talking about "footie", and Dom was silent? Fuck! A day of miracles. The waiter came promptly at Elijah's signal. Billy ordered apple pie and cream. Not the same as apple tart and custard, but they were in LA, now - in a posh restaurant. Elijah had ordered his cherry pie, and turned expectant eyes on Dom. "Sblom - ready to order, now?" Dom raised his eyes. Fuck! - it was now or never - for today, anyway. It had to be asked in public. Lighe insisted. Always in front of a witness. Dom cleared his throat. "I�d like some strawberries, Lighe, if it's not too much trouble." Elijah's eyes blazed. Billy laughed. "Strawberries? Fuck! Have apple pie like me. Don't ponce about with delicate fruits, man." Elijah smiled, and cast his eyes downward, so no one could see the expression in them. His Dom wanted strawberries - and it had only been three weeks! He raised his eyes and gazed at Dom. His look was full of love. "If my Dom wants strawberries, he can fucking have strawberries, Bills! Do you want strawberries, Sblom?" "Yes, please. I do - very much." "I'll make sure you have more for dinner, tonight. Say at eight, then?" Dom nodded. Thank fuck! He turned to Billy, who was looking at him with some puzzlement. Fucking fuss about a few berries! "Now, Billy boy - about that off side rule, you wanker!...." Dom was off on a roll. Elijah leaned back in his chair and thought about strawberries. *** It was seven minutes to eight. Dom stood under the light outside their house in the artists� quarter of Los Angeles, and waited, patiently. If Lighe had said "eight" he fucking meant eight - not seven minutes to eight, or five minutes, or two. Dom watched the hand crawl around until the second hand was at the bottom of the dial, then he ran up the steps, and turned the key in the lock. He stood in the hallway, looking up the fine Victorian staircase. Where should he go? A disembodied voice spoke in clipped tones from the top of the stairs. "You're late, Dominic." He looked at the hall clock. Two minutes past the hour. Shit! "I'm sorry, Lighe, my watch must be... is slow." Not a good start. Elijah emerged from the shadow at the top of the stairs. Dom's breath stopped in his throat. Oh. My. God! Elijah beckoned him up. Dom went like a parched man to water. Dom stood in front of Elijah. He didn't speak - he knew better than that. There were rules to this kind of thing, and the rules were Lighe's. Dom's eyes stared at Elijah's feet. "You may look", the voice said, "but you may not touch, or speak yet." Dom looked. His eyes travelled upwards as if in a dream. It was a dream...it was his dream...his and Lighe's. Black Cuban heel boots to the knee. Tight fitting soft, black leather pants. Oh those fucking thighs! Two wide studded belts crossed at the hips. Wristbands. Black leather vest with cut away armholes, revealed sinew and muscle, and nipples. Spiked collar, and a mask. In one hand was a collar, and in the other, a whip. Dom's lips were dry. He ran his tongue over them, expectantly. Some folks might have laughed at the sight - thought it incongruous, but not Dom. Dom knew Elijah...the real Lighe, not the cute boy for the camera, but the man. Dom was mesmerised. He had not been allowed to see the whole ensemble before - although he knew Lighe had it. Lighe said last time, kissing him softly on his trembling mouth, that he could see it when he'd earned it. Dom wondered what he'd done to earn this privilege. Nothing, as far as he knew. "Come!" Elijah murmured, walking to their room. Dom followed. Some people questioned, when they saw it, why they had such an ornate bed. Carved, canopied, four postered, it sat in the room like a "fat whore in a brothel", Viggo said, admiring its aesthetic qualities with the artist in him. Billy just giggled. "Pair of mad fuckers!" he snorted. Orli offered no comment at all, but just winked. Perhaps he'd realised that the thick silver rings that held the drapes in place around it had other purposes - perhaps not. For the bed was undoubtedly big, comfortable and inviting. It invited Dom, now. But he knew there was a long way to go before he got to lie in it. He shivered, expectantly. Dom was now naked, and the collar, complete with chain, had been fastened around his neck. Elijah took him by the hand, and led him to the wall. Dom nodded, but said nothing. Nothing was done without consent - but he knew, nonetheless, who was master here. Elijah buckled the black leather manacles to Dom's wrists, and fastened them to the wall through the ornate drape rings that decorated the walls. Some people asked why they had so many drapes in their home. Dom could enlighten them - but he didn't, naturally. This - this thing was his and Lighe's. No one elses. Elijah went to the side table, where were laid out various articles, the sight of which made Dom quiver. But nothing so much as the thing Elijah held in his hand. The whip. Dom felt a surge rush through his groin. He wanted that on him, now - but in a way only Lighe knew how to perform to his, Dom's, satisfaction. In fact, he was a master at it. Cock and ball torture. God, where had he learned it? He had, however, perfected his technique on Dom. He gazed at Lighe, willing him to understand. Dom needed it - fuck, he needed it so badly. Needed to sting and to pound and to shiver. Elijah raised one eyebrow, and gestured with the whip. Dom lowered his eyes. He didn't want Lighe to know how badly he needed... Lighe laughed. "Too late, Dominic. I already guessed!" No one called him Dominic, except Lighe, except like this. Dom raised his head and glared at Elijah. Fuck him for a knowing bastard, then! The first lash took him unawares; caught his cock in a twist and sent it flying up against his stomach. God! "Fuck!", he breathed, his whole body jerking with the shock. Elijah lowered the whip. "If you speak or make another sound, I'll stop", he said in the voice Dom knew so well. Dom knew better than to apologise. He nodded. During the next few minutes cock and balls were subjected to a rigorous onslaught. Dom's body bucked, his arms strained in their sockets, but he made no sound. The feel of the lash on his skin was like a caress. His cock stung. He would hardly be able to touch it for a few days, that was certain. Not that he minded - quite the opposite. That was the whole point... that he should hurt... and that Lighe had caused the hurt. The lash wrapped around his balls one last time. They, too, were red and swollen, like his cock - but Fuck! What a sensation! Not cut, just burning, stinging, biting pleasure. Elijah put the whip down. Dom glanced at Lighe's pants, whilst he wasn't looking at him. There was a well defined ridge trapped behind the leather. Thank fuck! All for me! Dom thought, allowing no hint of pleasure to show on his face. Oh, that would not do at all. Elijah moved forward, and pressed his hand, none too gently onto Dom's cock. God, that was nice! Dom was in heaven. More! Fuck it, more! Elijah twisted it sharply, and Dom's knees buckled. Fuck, yes! Oh, God! Elijah leaned in for a kiss. His lips were soft, but his teeth were sharp. He nipped Dom's lower lip, not to break the skin there, where everyone could see, and remark. He moved his mouth to Dom's nipple, and bit that hard, instead. Dom moaned in the back of his throat, but kept his mouth firmly shut. He had known Lighe to terminate a session abruptly if his rules were not kept... and once, Dom had had to wait six agonizing weeks until the repeat performance. Yes, okay, Lij had shafted him, hard, and sucked him harder - but it wasn't the same... not when he needed, fucking desperately needed... this. Elijah drew away, sharply. "Careful, Dominic", he warned. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck! Don't stop! Please don't stop! Dom pleaded with his eyes. Lighe smiled - but only Frodo fans would have recognised the expression on his face. The "The Ring is Mine!" expression that only Dom saw for real. Only for Dom. Dom was so proud that he, and he alone could unleash this Elijah. And my God, was it a turn-on! Elijah ran his hand over the bulge in the leather, and rolled his head once, gazing at his lover with eyes filled with flame. "Yes, Dominic, I want you, now - want to fuck you senseless, as you know. But, dude - patience is a virtue. And, shit, you'll need it!" Elijah ran his hands over Dom's body, nipping, squeezing, pinching in all the right places. He left his teethmarks in the soft flesh of Dom's inner thigh, and Dom rejoiced the see the pupils of the blue eyes expand so that they were as dark as night, and the soft skin on the beloved face redden with needing him - him! His Dom, his Sblom! Me! ** Dom held his arms in the air as the wrist cuffs came off. They had to be lowered gradually, as he learned to his cost the first time Lighe had fastened him to this wall. He lowered them slowly, and Elijah waited patiently, until they rested at Dom's side. Then he gestured to the bed. Dom walked over to it. He longed to rub his burning cock and balls, but knew better than to do it. "Touch nothing until Lighe says", was the rule...and by fuck! he'd better stick by it, or suffer the consequences! Dom didn't presume to know what Elijah wanted. He just stood by the bed, which he noticed, was covered by a thick blue blanket, until Lighe said "Up, Dominic, and on your back". Dom's cock, although burning, had started to rise. Was he going to be fucked, now? Or what? He needed Lighe inside him. He needed the friction, the sensation, the panting. He needed to feel Lighe tremble...needed to hear him groan when he came inside him. Needed the ... God, please...yes? A peg was suddenly attached to the swollen skin of his scrotum, and he leapt out of his reverie. "Fuck!" he groaned. He couldn't help it. Another followed it, and another. Elijah put pegs on his nipples, more on his cock, glared at Dom, and swiftly left the room. Dom knew better than to move. He lay there, trying to gauge time passing from the clock on the table across the room. But it was hidden in shadow, just like him - the dim light from the one small lamp casting strange shapes across the walls. Fuck, this was agony! How much longer would Lighe make him wait? The thought that he could be left there all night, dying to piss, unable to move... although there was nothing to stop him from doing so... made him shudder. Fan - fucking - tastic...but the pain in his cock and balls was almost unbearable. He was just about to give in; about to cry "mercy, master!" and end the game, when Elijah re-entered the room. He had shed his mask, the vest and the boots. Dom smiled inwardly - ready, fucking ready for fucking! The pegs coming off his cock and balls caused an exquisite agony that was so pleasurable Dom nearly fainted from the shock. Lighe, settling like a sigh between Dom's legs, sucked them each into his mouth in turn, laving them with his tongue, kissing them sweetly, breathing gently on them, cooling them... then... "Turn over, Dominic." Dom wasted no time - he turned. The pressure of his cock pressing into the blanket nearly made him scream, but his Lighe was hovering above him, now, breathing into his neck. Not touching, just breathing, and Dom felt his own cock rise and fill, again. Absolute fucking glorious agony! He felt Lighe part his buttocks, and prepared himself for the thrust. He was so far gone, now, he would have accepted fucking by a horse. Lighe was no horse...but he was big, like many small men. He felt Elijah's cock at his entrance, The dampness of the pre-come wetting his opening... the heat of him - hard - against the sensitive skin. Then the push... long, slow, restrained. Then - "take it like the bitch you are, Dominic", and he was breached. Dom waited. Oh, yes, through the pain and the silence, he could wait. He knew exactly when the moment would come� and it did. Lighe was pressing into him, withdrawing, and pushing in again. His hands trembling on Dom's back, the silence holding him. He was gasping quietly... Dom waited. Nearly - nearly there. "Oh, Dom! Fuck! Dom, I love you!" There - the seven words that broke him. Always broke him. Undid him utterly. The safe words were spoken on a sobbing breath. "Mercy, master! Enough! Oh, God!" And the master had mercy. "Lighe, love. You can stop, now! C'mere." Elijah let out a sob, and gently withdrew from Dom. He stood up quickly, and divested himself of the pants, and the leather bands. Dom turned in bed, and raised his arms to receive him. Elijah fell into them, trembling. "Oh, thank God! Let me love you, my Sblom! You know I can't just fuck you... not now. Let me love you!" Dom smiled as his Lighe lay on top of him, his eyes bright with unshed tears, his mouth on his. When Lighe entered him this time, it was face to face... gentle, sweet, loving. He kissed Dom's brow, and lips and mouth. Elijah almost drowned in the blue/grey eyes gazing up at him. "My master!", Lighe whispered into Dom's mouth as they both came, shuddering into the light. They lay together, wrapped in each other's arms. "Always my love. What you want is what I want...but, my Sblom, I can't fuck you like that any more - like you are dirt beneath my feet - and you know it, you bastard. Not since...not..." "Yes?", whispered Dom, tenderly brushing the damp hair out of Elijah's eyes, and touching the trembling lip with a finger far from steady. "Not since I've loved you, Sblom. Not since I realised that. I can do all the other shit because you need it, and I enjoy it. But not that. Never! Never!" Dom smiled against Elijah's neck. He knew who was master, here. Oh, yes, indeed, he did! And it was - not Lighe - but him! "Alright, my love. Just as you say!" Elijah snuggled down into Dom's shoulder, breathing in the scent of him, the scent of their love - his arms around Dom, Dom's arms around him. Dom smelt of spices and... funny thing, that - always after these sessions... strawberries. I love you, Sblom", Lighe murmured against Dom's skin. "I love you, too, Lighe. I do. Anything you want or need... anytime. But you know that." Dom sighed, and smoothed the satin skin of the man whom he loved above all earthly things. His only love. Elijah raised his sleepy head, and planted a soft kiss on the corner of Dom's mouth. "Same here. Thanks, dude." Dom clutched Elijah more tightly to his side. His... his love. Forever. He smiled, a lazy, sated smile; enjoying the feel of the blood pumping through his heated, swollen flesh. Reminding him he was alive. Reminding him of black leather and cloves. Of piercing, cold blue eyes. Of whips and pegs. Of cinnamon and lemons. Of soft kisses and urgent pleas. Of gentleness. Of breathless sighs. Of Lighe. Lighe sighed gently, his head on Dom's shoulder. Dom kissed him, and gave into his weariness. His last coherent thought, as sleep overtook him, was... You are most welcome, my Lighe! |