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FIC: "Holiday" Chapter Eight (BB/DM R)
Title: Holiday
Author: Amber
E-mail: sacredlustsandfear@yahoo.com
Web page: http://www.slashfanfiction.com/viewuser.php?uid=910
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: Billy/Dom some others
Archive: Let me know first
Rating: R
Summary: Maybe it was just...time.
Feedback: Is much appreciated
Warnings: BDSM
Notes: Not related in any way shape or form to 24 Hours. I have nothing against Dom/Elijah and had no intention of this turning into a more or less "lets bash Lij" fest... but... uh... it did. Forgive me. Apparently Billy is a manslut. For Jordan who (whether she knows it or not) inspired this piece.
Chapter 8: Frenzy
Apparently it had been all the coaxing and explanation Billy needed because he took Dom by the shoulders and jerked him up, pulling him into a hungry kiss before pushing him out to the hallway. "You know the way."
Dom lowered his eyes and walked the few feet towards the master suite. He heard the familiar sound of Billy's belt clearing the loops on his faded jeans as he reached out to open the door.
He yelped, almost falling to his knees again as the thick leather belt came down across his backside. A stripe of dull pain marked in his mind and he couldn't help but remember the first time he'd ever been struck in a 'good' way.
Billy had claimed months later he'd been nervous about taking a coworker and good mate as a submissive. They had been lovers at first, Billy was open about his dominant proclivities and Dominic had admitted to his curiosity in submitting but had not found the right person. Then, one Sunday afternoon Dom had gone up to Billy's room to find a tie down fashioned on top of his hotel bed. Thick nylon rope bound his wrists and ankles facedown and spread. It had been his first encounter with metal cuffs not involving a police officer and Billy had him completely immobilized before working him into a frenzy with nothing more than an old belt and a tray of ice cubes. It was before the fantasy mattered, when it was just he and his dominant testing what would drive him over the edge.
He caught himself and held steady against the heavy door when he felt Billy's palm resting on the back of his throat. "In this house you're not to open a closed door without permission."
"Yes, Sir." It was a simple rule to be acknowledged with a simple response. He knew that's what the next few days would be about for him... learning how to *live* as a sub instead of just fucking as one. It wasn't really much different from the way things were naturally between them.
"Good, boy. You may open the door now." Billy's hand lovingly stroked the nape of his neck.
Dom opened the door and swung it in, letting his eyes take in the room. It was actually much different than he remembered it.
He was with Elijah the first time he saw Billy's room. The two of them had been together about six months and Elijah had been joining them for almost four. There had been a wooden rack with tie points at every angle possible and a modified sawhorse beside a dressing table laden with every paddle, whip and device Dom had ever had used on him. At his master's request, he had chained and locked Elijah to the rack then been guided through his very first experience on the other side of the paddle. He was usually the passive older brother 'forced' to lord over his bratty little brother while their father watched from the sides, instructing Dom on just how to do it not only properly... but effectively. It was their fantasy, the three of them - a dysfunctional family unit. It had started with Elijah insisting he call Billy 'Daddy' and eventually spilled over into Dom's private sessions with him, then into their relationship as a whole. Apparently Billy liked it just as much as they had.
Now, the room was plain. It could have been any bachelor's room. The bed was unmade and some laundry had begun to stack up in the corner where the hamper was. Video tapes, CDs and DVDs had been stacked around the small entertainment center on one side of the room. There wasn't a single memory inducing object in sight.
"Sit down on the bed." Billy ordered, going towards his large oak wardrobe as Dom obeyed. He searched for a moment and Dom felt the anticipation welling up inside. He was not disappointed when Billy turned around with a pair of cuffs joined by a short chain and a moderately long spreader bar with lined leather loops. "Your brother is a lost cause, but perhaps he will come sniffing around once he hears I've accepted you back into the family." Billy had slipped back into character seamlessly, Dom couldn't tell that mere moments before his master had seemed nearly passive. He set the belt aside before approaching Dom with the restraints. "You decided it was a good idea to follow him to the other side of the world instead of staying where you belong."
"I'm sorry Sir." Dom felt himself regressing, going back into the teenage boy character he and Elijah had created.
Most of the time it had never left the bedroom, the tale of a daddy and his boys... but when it did, usually Elijah was to blame. One particular instance had landed Dom a week of kitchen duty in addition to a hefty public spanking at one of the two parties they had attended in New Zealand. He had spent the night out with some of the boys, getting royally hammered actually - even though Elijah had threatened to tattle on him for going out late when they had a six o'clock call the next morning. Dom had laughed it off, reminding Lij that they weren't really young teenagers and Billy wasn't really their incestuous father. So the next morning when he'd managed to drag himself into make-up half an hour late and sipping a morning after cocktail of tomato juice and aspirin Elijah had popped off with; "Hey dad, you'll never guess what Dominic was up to last night." It had been the first of what few times it would spill over as they grew closer to not just living the fantasy but the lifestyle as well. Of course, later Elijah had decided (for reasons unknown) he didn't want it spilling over at all.
He was silent as Billy laid him out on the bed and slipped on the wrist cuffs, cinching them down tight. They weren’t as lined as his own, but seeing as how his were currently somewhere in California there wasn't much choice in the matter.
"We'll see how sorry you are." He smacked the back of Dom's calves, causing him to lift his feet enough to be slid into the leather loops and tightened. "But first, you must be punished for running away from home."
Dom nodded slightly, feeling a shiver of anticipation running up his spine. Billy's hands grasped at his shoulders, then rolled him onto his stomach. Before anything else could happen, he heard the door open and close and Billy was gone.
***
End Ch. 8
***
Author: Amber
E-mail: sacredlustsandfear@yahoo.com
Web page: http://www.slashfanfiction.com/viewuser.php?uid=910
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: Billy/Dom some others
Archive: Let me know first
Rating: R
Summary: Maybe it was just...time.
Feedback: Is much appreciated
Warnings: BDSM
Notes: Not related in any way shape or form to 24 Hours. I have nothing against Dom/Elijah and had no intention of this turning into a more or less "lets bash Lij" fest... but... uh... it did. Forgive me. Apparently Billy is a manslut. For Jordan who (whether she knows it or not) inspired this piece.
Chapter 8: Frenzy
Apparently it had been all the coaxing and explanation Billy needed because he took Dom by the shoulders and jerked him up, pulling him into a hungry kiss before pushing him out to the hallway. "You know the way."
Dom lowered his eyes and walked the few feet towards the master suite. He heard the familiar sound of Billy's belt clearing the loops on his faded jeans as he reached out to open the door.
He yelped, almost falling to his knees again as the thick leather belt came down across his backside. A stripe of dull pain marked in his mind and he couldn't help but remember the first time he'd ever been struck in a 'good' way.
Billy had claimed months later he'd been nervous about taking a coworker and good mate as a submissive. They had been lovers at first, Billy was open about his dominant proclivities and Dominic had admitted to his curiosity in submitting but had not found the right person. Then, one Sunday afternoon Dom had gone up to Billy's room to find a tie down fashioned on top of his hotel bed. Thick nylon rope bound his wrists and ankles facedown and spread. It had been his first encounter with metal cuffs not involving a police officer and Billy had him completely immobilized before working him into a frenzy with nothing more than an old belt and a tray of ice cubes. It was before the fantasy mattered, when it was just he and his dominant testing what would drive him over the edge.
He caught himself and held steady against the heavy door when he felt Billy's palm resting on the back of his throat. "In this house you're not to open a closed door without permission."
"Yes, Sir." It was a simple rule to be acknowledged with a simple response. He knew that's what the next few days would be about for him... learning how to *live* as a sub instead of just fucking as one. It wasn't really much different from the way things were naturally between them.
"Good, boy. You may open the door now." Billy's hand lovingly stroked the nape of his neck.
Dom opened the door and swung it in, letting his eyes take in the room. It was actually much different than he remembered it.
He was with Elijah the first time he saw Billy's room. The two of them had been together about six months and Elijah had been joining them for almost four. There had been a wooden rack with tie points at every angle possible and a modified sawhorse beside a dressing table laden with every paddle, whip and device Dom had ever had used on him. At his master's request, he had chained and locked Elijah to the rack then been guided through his very first experience on the other side of the paddle. He was usually the passive older brother 'forced' to lord over his bratty little brother while their father watched from the sides, instructing Dom on just how to do it not only properly... but effectively. It was their fantasy, the three of them - a dysfunctional family unit. It had started with Elijah insisting he call Billy 'Daddy' and eventually spilled over into Dom's private sessions with him, then into their relationship as a whole. Apparently Billy liked it just as much as they had.
Now, the room was plain. It could have been any bachelor's room. The bed was unmade and some laundry had begun to stack up in the corner where the hamper was. Video tapes, CDs and DVDs had been stacked around the small entertainment center on one side of the room. There wasn't a single memory inducing object in sight.
"Sit down on the bed." Billy ordered, going towards his large oak wardrobe as Dom obeyed. He searched for a moment and Dom felt the anticipation welling up inside. He was not disappointed when Billy turned around with a pair of cuffs joined by a short chain and a moderately long spreader bar with lined leather loops. "Your brother is a lost cause, but perhaps he will come sniffing around once he hears I've accepted you back into the family." Billy had slipped back into character seamlessly, Dom couldn't tell that mere moments before his master had seemed nearly passive. He set the belt aside before approaching Dom with the restraints. "You decided it was a good idea to follow him to the other side of the world instead of staying where you belong."
"I'm sorry Sir." Dom felt himself regressing, going back into the teenage boy character he and Elijah had created.
Most of the time it had never left the bedroom, the tale of a daddy and his boys... but when it did, usually Elijah was to blame. One particular instance had landed Dom a week of kitchen duty in addition to a hefty public spanking at one of the two parties they had attended in New Zealand. He had spent the night out with some of the boys, getting royally hammered actually - even though Elijah had threatened to tattle on him for going out late when they had a six o'clock call the next morning. Dom had laughed it off, reminding Lij that they weren't really young teenagers and Billy wasn't really their incestuous father. So the next morning when he'd managed to drag himself into make-up half an hour late and sipping a morning after cocktail of tomato juice and aspirin Elijah had popped off with; "Hey dad, you'll never guess what Dominic was up to last night." It had been the first of what few times it would spill over as they grew closer to not just living the fantasy but the lifestyle as well. Of course, later Elijah had decided (for reasons unknown) he didn't want it spilling over at all.
He was silent as Billy laid him out on the bed and slipped on the wrist cuffs, cinching them down tight. They weren’t as lined as his own, but seeing as how his were currently somewhere in California there wasn't much choice in the matter.
"We'll see how sorry you are." He smacked the back of Dom's calves, causing him to lift his feet enough to be slid into the leather loops and tightened. "But first, you must be punished for running away from home."
Dom nodded slightly, feeling a shiver of anticipation running up his spine. Billy's hands grasped at his shoulders, then rolled him onto his stomach. Before anything else could happen, he heard the door open and close and Billy was gone.
***
End Ch. 8
***