I titled these books a bit awkwardly, didn't I? Guess that one's all on me. Drat.
Ahem. Anyway. I said naughty excerpt, right?
The following is a rough, raw draft. So forgive me in advance. Rated ADULT. Contains sexual situations involving men.
They arrived considerably
early, and once they were seated, Roman sprang his command on Jason.
"Jason. I want
you to slide off your chair and stay under the table. As if you weren't even
here."
Jason flashed Roman one
of his cute, shocked looks, and asked, "Are you serious?"
Jeff, sitting there at
the table, caught his breath, held it, his eyes on Roman, his mind taking him
back to a time when he'd be the one so ordered. And when he could breathe
again, Jeff said, "I don't think he's kidding."
And Jason tried to
form more words, but Roman directed a glare in his direction, and Jason took a
sip of his water, swallowed it with some difficulty, and then he did exactly
what Roman ordered, and Roman felt Jason's warmth leaning against his shins,
and though he maybe even felt Jason trembling.
Jeff grinned across
the table at Roman and said, "Damn, you are such an evil bastard."
And Roman grinned
back, and said, "Yeah, but you know he likes it."
Then they chatted
about whatever – the baby, Jeff's latest book, how the construction was coming
along – until the host brought Roman's potential clients to the table. And when
the waitress came to take their drink orders, she paused, and visibly counted
the people at the table, and then asked, "Wasn't there one more?"
Roman threw her a wink
and said, "There was, but he had slip out of sight and take care of some
things."
The waitress felt the
power of the wink, and Roman could tell she wished she understood what,
exactly, the joke was.
Maybe Roman would let
her in on it, later.
He could still feel
Jason, against his legs, a hand clammy with nerves sliding up Roman's pant leg
to caress the back of his calf.
The four of them sipped
their drinks, and talked for a little while about nothing, until the waitress
came to take their meal orders.
Over salad and
miniature loaves of warm bread, Roman slipped his hand under the table cloth
and stroked Jason's hair, then pulled Jason's face tight into his crotch, and
pressed forward with his hips, trying to send Jason a message.
But Jason must have been so filled with apprehension, that although he might have received the message loud and clear, couldn't believe Roman meant him to do such a thing.
Roman asked the woman,
"What, exactly, are you looking for? An experience with me? A play date in
which I take control of you, while your husband watches?"
The woman blushed, and
her response was somewhat stammered, as she tried to explain what she wanted.
"Well. I… well. Yeah, I think so. But I'd like my husband to learn how to
do that."
Roman gestured with
the fork in his hand, to distract anyone from noticing that his other hand was
still under the table, deftly unbuttoning his pants to give Jason a nudge in
the right direction. "You want me to dominate you, and through visual aid,
so to speak, teach him how to be dominant?"
"Yeah," she
answered, relief on her face. "That pretty much covers it."
Roman nodded, but he
was really be thinking how lame that would be. "The thing is, it's not fun
if it's too choreographed, you know? If it's scripted. I think you should hire
me for a night – with the understanding that I would dominate both of you. I
mean, if you want your husband to learn dominance, then he really needs to
experience submission."
He almost sighed out
loud as Jason's hands made quick work of the zipper and he felt his cock spring
free. And it was only a second later that he felt Jason's lips close around
him.
"I'm really not
submissive," the husband said, and Roman almost laughed. All the husbands
tried to say that, but he was here, wasn't he, and surely it wasn't his own
idea.
"Really? Then
you're as interested in hiring me as your wife is?"
"Um. Well. Not
really," the man said.
Roman tried to offer a
sympathetic smile. "This stuff is weird, I know. Even as much as it's
fascinating, it's ultimately really weird. Especially until and unless you make
it a regular part of your life. But it will give you a hard on like…" he
blew a warm, stuttered breath out through puffed cheeks, ostensibly to
demonstrate, but in truth because he had to, because Jason's mouth was doing
something stellar to his prick under the table. "… like no other. I
promise."
Roman turned his eyes
to Jeff, trying to communicate what Jason was up to, and Jeff wiggled in his
chair. Roman let his eyes widen, and saw Jeff's widen, as well, and knew Jeff was
imagining, probably with great accuracy, what Jason was doing, maybe even
remembering the feel of Roman's cock in his own mouth.
Roman felt like the
most powerful man in the world at that moment.
"Jeff lived as my
slave for quite a few years. I brought him as my reference, to tell you first
hand that I'm honest, that I won't hurt either of you – well, not in any way
that you don't want – and that I'm safe."
The man said, "I
thought you were bringing two references," and he raised his eyebrows as
if to imply that Roman's word was already suspect.
"Oh, I did,"
Roman said. "The other one is under the table with his mouth on my
cock."
As if in coordination
to the married man's shock, Jason reacted with some shock of his own, and
Roman's announcement was punctuated by the crack of Jason's head against the
tabletop.
Roman grinned.
Jeff rolled his eyes
and laughed a little bit.
The wife blushed.
The husband's facial
expression was frozen. Still shocked.
"Look at
me," Roman said to the man, and when the husband met his eyes, Roman
added, "don't break eye contact. I think you're extremely nervous that I
might ask you to do something sexual with me. So, to allay your nerves, I'll
ask it right now. I want you to look into my eyes as I come."
Without looking away
from the husband, Roman tapped his fingers on the top of the table, and said,
very quietly. "Step it up, boy. Take me all the way."
He let the husband see
the arousal in his eyes, felt his pupils flare as the world fell away and all
he was aware of was the husband's steady eye contact and Jason's mouth on his
dick. He felt his lips part, and his breath quicken, and…
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