Re: Dean and Isaac
The voice in his ear wasn't Derek's, but Isaac's body wasn't particularly caring much in the moment. He whimpered, as the man's hand circled his cock, their movements together looking more like fucking then any kind of dancing he had ever imagined. They could clearly be seen by anyone in the club, but even that just seemed to make it better.
"Yes," he hissed, pressing back. Then, as though he was Cinderella and midnight had come, the song changed, and the music evened out. The thump-thump of a heartbeat was gone, and it tore Isaac from his fantasy, putting him squarely back in reality.
A reality where he, an owned slave, was grinding like the worst kind of whore, against another slave he had never even met before. Without his Master's permission, and without a thought to what Derek would say.
"Oh, oh god," he stammered, his body tensing up in Dean's arms.