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“I think we should meet up. Discuss it. Maybe it’s time to redefine our relationship.”
“I’m not interested in that. I just want you to leave me alone and forget I ever existed. If you contact me again or even talk about me to anyone, I’m going to send a copy of those messages to everyone we know and tell them that you’re just an abuser masquerading as a dom.”
Which is ridiculous. Because everyone thinks Johann is great. There will be so many subs lining up to take this place, and they’re all going to think Noah is just complaining because being a slave was too hard. He’s been in the scene long enough to know that there’s always a new sub so desperate to please, so eager to finally experience what they’ve always fantasized about, that it’s hard to listen when someone says a dom is actually just an abuser.
“Don’t threaten me, Noah.”
“Fuck off and forget I ever existed, and I won’t,” he says.
“Fine. But, don’t come crawling back to me when you come to your senses,” he says. And then the line goes dead.
Noah throws up in the bushes.
He goes into a coffee shop,rinses his mouth out in the bathroom, gets something to drink, and continues walking. Oddly enough, his stomach is settled. As if what he really needed was one final purge of Johann from his system.
God, wouldn’t it be nice if it was really that easy?
He knows it won’t be that easy.
He goes into a park and sits on a bench, watching two ornery-looking geese glide placidly across the water. And then he decides to call Will.
“Hey. How are you?” Will asks picking up on the third ring.
“I don’t know. I just got off the phone with Johann. I think I told him to go fuck himself. Wait? Did I? I honestly don’t know what I said.”
“Sometimes memory is overrated. Probably a fear or panic response. Think of it as protective.”
“Sure, why not,” he says and takes a sip of his latte. “Also, it’s definitely over. And I threw up in the bushes.”
“Sounds like a productive morning,” Will says, and Noah rolls his eyes, not that Will can see it.
“I also need to get tested today because Jensen is the perfect daddy and I want him to fuck my brains out.”
“Oh. I guess that answers my next question. So things are going well?”
“Do I have to pay you for this call?”
“No, you get the friend discount of free therapy.”
“Excellent. Things are going very well. Things are going insanely well. He’s a really good daddy.”
“I can see that. If he’d ever gotten into the scene I would’ve introduced you and bet money that it would’ve worked out. So on one hand, I’m not surprised that you two are getting along and moving quickly. On the other hand, I really wish your relationship was starting under better circumstances. And maybe not moving quite so quickly.”
“Yeah.”
“I wish I could tell everyone what an asshole Johann is. I hate to think of him fucking someone else up.”
“I’d reach out to whoever is running a sub group over there. Tell them about your experience and see how that goes. Then you’ve done something, at least.”
“I guess so,” he says and decides to call once he’s done chatting with Will. It’s better than nothing. “So what are you doing for Christmas?”
“Except for a dinner or two, I think it’s just Grant and I. We were sort of wondering if we should come to visit the pair of you? Make sure you both are doing alright. Since it’s moving so fast and I’ve not seen either of you in ages. Besides, you’ve never even met my Grant.”
Noah hears someone in the background say “What?” Which Noah assumes is Grant.
There’s a crack, a sound Noah knows with 100% certainty is a hand meeting flesh. “Are you spanking Grant while you talk to me?” He checks his watch. “It’s 8 am! It’s Saturday morning! Isn’t it too early for a spanking?”
Will chuckles in amusement. “You’d think so, but Grant needs a certain amount of time spent on his ass, to keep him sweet for the weekend. It isn’t always a spanking, it’s just—“
