John continued crawling on his knees, yielding to the tug of the leash clipped on his leather collar. When Sherlock came to a stop, they were just at the end of the bar and he settled back on his heels, his hands neatly folded in his lap.
"Never thought I would see you here." Sherlock said to someone at the bar. John knew better than to look up to see who he was speaking to, it was most likely an old friend, another Dom from his "training days". It made his pulse quicken to think that Sherlock might give him away to another Dom for the night. He preferred Sherlock over anyone else, but he trusted him to not choose a stranger and from time to time enjoyed being used by another. John simply waited patiently, closing his eyes and searching for his obedient headspace.
"Christ, Sherlock! I—um, shit, yeah. Uh...same to you. Is that—is that John?" The man bent down to look John in the face.
Before he even opened his eyes, he knew who it was. That voice was one that he heard every day. His guess was confirmed when he open his eyes to see Greg Lestrade peering down at him in wonder. Immediately, John's whole body was flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure, the kind of which he thrived on. Being subservient here in the club where they would most likely not see anyone they knew was one thing. Being on display for Lestrade, who knew them and respected John for his work, in nothing but his black pants and leather collar was arousing yet disconcerting.
John cast his eyes down to the floor, trying to mentally fight the erection struggling to escape his tight black briefs. I wonder if he is a Dom or a sub. John figured that he would be one or the other as people didn't come to this club just to watch. It was frowned upon. What if he was a Dom? This last thought effectively caused John to lose the battle to his growing cock, a wet spot forming on the front of the fabric for all to see.
He felt Sherlock's slim fingers brush through his short hair as he continued to talk with the detective inspector. "What are you doing here, Lestrade?" Sherlock was speaking deeper than usual, using his voice to manipulate, as always. The tone was different from his everyday voice, it was his "Dom voice".
"I, uh… I was just havin' a drink. Is that a crime?" John smirked knowing that by the sound of it and what he could see in his peripheral vision, that Lestrade was avoiding looking directly at Sherlock. Lestrade made a point to turn away and knock back the last of his beer as proof to why he was there.
"Look at me."
The man's head whipped around quickly to look at Sherlock, and John smiled to himself. Submissive. Another Dominant wouldn't be reacting this way to him. He couldn't tell if this fact about Lestrade excited him or not.
"Boy." The grip in John's hair tightened and Sherlock tilted his head back so he could look up at the two of them. "Get dressed, we're going home." He quickly obeyed and left the two at the bar.
"I really should be off too." Lestrade tried to slip past Sherlock but was stopped with a firm hand on his chest.
"You'll be coming with us, Lestrade. I can tell you are looking for something to do tonight." Lestrade didn't answer but looked down at Sherlock's hand on his chest. When the silence between them stretched out just long enough, Sherlock spoke again, a whisper in his ear hot and close. "I'll tell you what you are going to do tonight, things you'll have to do to John. If this doesn't suit you then you should go home now. But if you decide this is something you want, you'll answer me with a 'yes or no, sir' only. Do you understand?"
Greg swallowed thickly as he watched John return to them, completely clothed now and the collar removed. The man looked uncomfortable, shifting himself in his trousers and still avoiding looking at Lestrade.
"Yes, sir."
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