"You want me to what?" he asked, turning from the railing to gaze back at Karl. Karl leaned back in, whispered the words against his ear, enunciating each one so there would be no mistake. "I want you to come for me." "Right here?" Dom pointed to the edge of the dance floor, where they'd been watching really drunk people with really bad moves try to pretend they could, indeed, dance. Orlando had introduced him to the club just a few weeks ago. Karl's voice in his ear again -- tempting, teasing -- eliminating everything except need. "Right here, right now. It's dark, no one's watching. And even if they are, what will they see?" "I...um...don't know?" Dom's voice was hesitant, unsure, but his hand had already moved, of its own accord, to the zipper on his slacks. Karl's hand closed over his and that husky voice started to whisper again. "Let me tell you what I see when I look at you." Karl shifted behind him and his words washed over Dom, filled him with want. "Beauty. You are so utterly beautiful, so pure." "Nonsense, I'm..." "Hush. I'm talking." Karl's hand moved with Dom's, stroked him. He blew softly in Dom's ear, making him shiver. "So responsive. I love the way you open up for me." Dom moaned, moved his hand faster under Karl's guidance. He no longer cared where they were, who might be watching. "So beautiful," Karl said, kissing his neck. "Such a pleasure to watch you. You please me greatly." Karl lifted Dom's hand, moistened it with his tongue and brought it back to Dom's pulsing cock. "You belong to me," Karl whispered, moving his hand faster and faster until Dom was arching back against him, pressing into him, biting his tongue to keep from screaming. Music played around him, the bass thumping in time to his heart, the techno-beat primal in its rhythm. "I belong to you," Dom repeated, writhing under his hand...faster, faster, so close... "Not until I say," Karl commanded, his tongue scraping against Dom's nape. Dom slowed his movements, tried to hold out, but Karl sped him back up, wouldn't let him hold back. "Tell me." Another soft command, another soft kiss on Dom's neck. "I belong to you." "And this orgasm?" "It belongs to you." Dom gritted his teeth, so damn close he could scream. But still he held back, still he waited. "Then come for me." Karl turned Dom's head to him, swallowed his groan of release with his kiss. "So beautiful," Karl told him, holding him while he shuddered. "So mine." Onto Part Eleven
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