Brats in Training 3: Dangerous Dusty (10 page)

No matter what he threw in Dusty’s direction, the man readily accepted it. He spent hours kneeling on a pillow, meditating. He’d even gotten good at staying calm when Alexander played with him.

And that just might be Alexander’s favorite way to play with Dusty. He’d sit in a chair and watch Dusty fall into a meditative state and then move down to the floor to join him, touching him and stroking him.

In the beginning, Dusty would instantly fall apart, usually coming all over the both of them. But little by little, Dusty learned to control himself, going longer and longer without coming. Alexander always rewarded him by fucking Dusty until he was a melted pile of goo.

As fantastic as the sex was, and it was truly out of this world, watching Dusty gain confidence as he learned to center himself and become the graceful man that Alexander knew he was, that was the most rewarding thing for Alexander.

In just the few short weeks that they had been living together, Dusty had grown in leaps and bounds. They had even managed to avoid the emergency room except for once, when Dusty had experienced one of his meltdowns and fallen headfirst into the limo door. But those meltdowns were usually few and far between now.

Except for tonight.

Alexander reluctantly pulled his lips away from Dusty when he heard someone chuckle close by. He turned to see Taylor and Doby standing next to the main doors of Antonio’s. Taylor had a wide grin on his face. Doby was giggling behind the hand he held up to his mouth.

“Taylor, Doby.” Alexander nodded in their direction before glancing down into Dusty’s serene face. “This is my baby, Dusty.”

Taylor nodded respectfully. Doby bounced right on over. Dusty spun around and shrank back against Alexander, a stunned look on his face.

“Hi, I’m Doby.” Doby’s hand came out. “Taylor is my master. I also work in his department at
Michelson’s Inc., although he doesn’t like me to tell people that, but I figured since you are Alexander’s personal assistant it would be okay.” Doby glanced over his shoulder. “It’s okay, isn’t it, master?”

Taylor nodded, giving Doby an indulgent look. “It’s okay, Doby, but only this once.”

“Okay, master, thank you.” Alexander felt Dusty press back into him when Doby turned back around to face them. “So, how did you get the name Dusty? I’ve never actually met anyone that has Dusty for a name, although I guess it isn’t that strange. My name is Doby after all, and that’s a pretty damn strange name. But master likes it, so I guess that’s all that matters, although I prefer it when he calls me baby and orders me around, which he pretty much does all of the time.”

Doby didn’t breathe through his entire speech, which was an amazing feat. When he paused for a moment and inhaled a deep breath, Taylor quickly stepped forward and covered Doby’s mouth with his hand.

“That’s enough, brat,” Taylor said. “I think you’re scaring Dusty.”

Alexander wasn’t sure Dusty was scared actually, just kind of stunned. Doby was a unique person, and the only one who seemed to be able to tame him was Taylor. Alexander sure didn’t want the task. He much preferred his sweet little accident-prone Dusty.

“Let's go inside and find our seats,” Alexander suggested. “Jacob, Brian, and Michael should be here already.”

“Jacob called and said he was running a little late, something about Brian being a little tied up.” There was a smirk in Taylor’s voice, and Alexander knew exactly what the man meant by his words. Brian was most likely
really
tied up.

Alexander placed his hand on the middle of Dusty’s back again as they entered the restaurant. Keeping in constant contact with some part of Dusty’s body seemed to calm the man as nothing else could.

“Mr. McKinley, Mr. Sheffield,” the host said as they walked in. “Your usual table?”

“Thank you, Raul,” Alexander said. “That would be perfect.”

“Right this way, gentlemen.”

It didn’t escape Alexander’s notice that Raul didn’t acknowledge Doby or Dusty, but he didn’t expect him to. Raul was into the D/s scene, although he was not a Dom. He knew that the men Alexander and Taylor were with were submissives. It would have been out of place for Raul to speak to Doby or Dusty without permission. He just hoped that Dusty didn’t mind basically being ignored.

When they reached their table, Alexander waited for Dusty to scoot into the circular bench seat and then scooted in beside him. Doby sat on the other side of him, with Taylor taking the outside seat next to Doby.

“Are you hungry, Dusty?”

“Not very, sir.” Dusty had a small grimace on his face when he glanced up at Alexander. He kept his hands tightly folded together in his lap. “My stomach is in knots.”

“Why is your stomach in knots?”

Dusty glanced out over the table and then the rest of the fancy high-end restaurant. “There are so many breakable things in here,” he whispered. “What if I trip or fall or—” Dusty gulped loudly. “Even the water comes in wine glasses, sir.”

“Dusty, look at me.” Alexander reached out to grab Dusty’s chin when the man didn’t immediately turn toward him. “I have every faith that you will make me proud. There is nothing to be upset about.”

Dusty’s eyes flickered toward the table again, narrowing in on the fragile-looking glassware set in various spots over the black tablecloth. “But, sir—”

Alexander reached under the table with his free hand and grabbed Dusty’s cock through his slacks. Dusty’s eyes snapped up to him.

“Sir!”

“Relax, Dusty. Breathe like I taught you.”

Dusty’s body remained rigid in his seat for several long moments as Alexander gently rubbed the growing bulge in the man’s pants. By the time Dusty was fully hard, his breathing had evened out and the tension in his shoulders faded.

Alexander glanced over at Taylor when he heard a muffled chuckle. Taylor nodded at him, silently telling Alexander that he had seen what he had done and approved of the control Alexander had over his sub.

It was nice to know that, in this area, Alexander had earned his friend’s approval, but that wasn’t why he did it. He did it for Dusty.

By the time Jacob, Brian, and Michael arrived, Alexander’s hand was inside Dusty’s unzipped slacks, and his fingers were loosely wrapped around Dusty’s thick cock. He didn’t exactly want to jerk the man off, just give him something else to think about. He kept his hand there, stroking down Dusty’s hard length every few minutes. Occasionally, he would flick his thumb over the tip or squeeze the entire cock, but he never tried to get Dusty fully off.

He wanted to distract him.

And it seemed to be working much better than Alexander could have ever imagined. They ordered dinner and talked while they waited for their food to arrive. Doby and Brian chatted away like old friends while Dusty just kind of listened and occasionally tossed in a word here and there.

Dusty even drank from the wineglasses and ate his dinner when it arrived, without spilling a drop or injuring himself of anyone else. Alexander was so proud he could have shouted it from the rooftops.

By the time dessert arrived and Taylor, Alexander, Jacob, and Michael were enjoying an after-dinner cognac, Dusty seemed to have settled right in. He was making fast friends with both Doby and Brian, much to Alexander’s delight.

Then things seemed to quiet down. Taylor attached a set of fur-lined cuffs to Doby’s wrists, connecting them together. Doby curled right into Taylor’s side. Jacob wrapped a bit of rope around both of Brian’s wrists. Alexander’s eyes almost popped out of his head at the deep satisfied sigh he heard come from Brian as the man leaned his head against Jacob’s shoulder. Maybe the rope and cuffs did the same thing to Brian and Doby that touching did to Dusty.

Alexander turned to see what Dusty’s reaction was to the rope on Brian’s wrists and the cuffs on Doby’s, only to watch with complete shock as Dusty grinned wickedly and effortlessly slid under the table.

A moment later, Alexander felt his zipper being pulled down.

“Dusty!” Alexander croaked.

“My reward for not breaking anything,” Dusty said from between his legs and then warm lips enveloped his cock

It may be a high-end restaurant, but all types of lascivious play happened under the tables, and the staff pretended that they never saw a thing. Alexander’s eyes lowered, but he could still see Taylor, Michael, and Jacob watching him closely. The side of his mouth pulled back into a grin as Dusty sucked Alexander’s cock to the back of his throat.

Thank gods the tablecloth reached the floor.

“So, Alexander, any plans this weekend?” Jacob asked with a knowing smile on his lips, his hands grazing through Brian’s hair.

Alexander opened his mouth to speak, but Dusty had chosen that moment to lightly scrape his teeth over Alexander’s cock. The only thing that left his lips was a hiss. Alexander’s hand shot under the table and twisted around Dusty’s braid, giving it a hard yank.

Dusty’s moan could be heard around the table. Doby’s eyes shot up, but Brian grinned widely, neither man saying a word.

“None,” Alexander managed as Dusty pulled back, his lips trailing along Alexander’s cock. Dusty was licking Alexander’s cock like an ice-cream cone, and Alexander couldn’t stop the moan even if he had wanted to.

Oh hell, Dusty was so great at sucking cock.

The man should get a damn award for how well his tongue was lapping at Alexander’s balls. Alexander tossed his other arm over the back of the bench seat as his head rolled on his shoulders.

“Damn.” Jacob chuckled.

Alexander cracked one eye open, gazed at the man, and then slowly closed it again. He was too busy enjoying Dusty’s talented mouth to hold a conversation right now. It was Alexander who was centered at the moment, his whole attention on the man between his legs. The tongue lapped back up Alexander’s cock, circled around the head, and then Dusty’s lips sucked Alexander’s entire shaft down his throat.

“Fuck!” Alexander shot forward, his eyes glued shut as his cock erupted, seed spurting from the head and Dusty greedily drinking every last drop. Alexander panted as he opened his eyes, but managed to smile at everyone at the table.

Especially since all of them were grinning at him.

His cock was tucked back into his pants, and then Dusty slid from under the table, reaching over and grabbing Alexander’s hand, and slipping it under the table. A second later, Alexander felt Dusty’s hard shaft back in his hand.

Dusty smiled innocently up at him.

Alexander chuckled and laid an approving kiss on Dusty’s swollen lips. The man was simply amazing. He had come a long way in just a few short weeks, and Alexander was one happy-ass man.

“Excuse me,” Michael said as he slid from the table. “I’ll be back.”

Alexander watched as Michael walked over to the host and began to talk with Raul.

“Do you think he’s bursting with envy?” Jacob asked with a slight chuckle.

“I truly hope so,” Alexander said as he sat back, tucking Dusty closer to his side. The man immediately slid over, but kept the lower half of his body in a position where Alexander could still hold onto his cock.

“Why do you want Michael to be envious?” Dusty asked. “That’s not very nice.”

Taylor quirked a brow as Jacob laughed.

“Because,” Alexander explained. “Michael isn’t what one would consider a playboy, but he is very flirtatious and outrageous. If he had a sub at his side right now, you can bet he would be rubbing it into our faces. The man is rich, powerful, but lonely.”

“How can he be lonely if he’s rich?” Brian asked. “I would think he would have money to buy whatever or whoever he wanted.”

“No,” Jacob replied as he tugged at the ropes around Brian’s wrists. “Michael doesn’t want just anyone. He wants the perfect sub like the rest of us have found. So, he spends his money on ostentatious toys instead. He really does need to find a hobby.”