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I can see and hear him crying.
My back hurts like a bitch, and I don’t know how I’m going to make it through my day, but I did this to myself, so I have to accept the consequences. Saint’s hand on my shoulder makes me flinch, I don’t know why I thought I could get a shower by myself, to have a pity party before facing him.
“Hey, Noah, sweetheart, it’s okay.” With his hands now on my hips, he turns me to face him. “Can I join you?”
I shrug. “It’s your shower.”
His face hardens, and his eyes narrow. “Don’t be a brat, Noah. It doesn’t suit you.”
“Sorry, I’m giving myself this shower to wallow, feeling sorry for myself. It fucking hurts.”
He kisses my temple. “Do you need the day off? I can reschedule your appointments.”
I’m shaking my head before he finishes speaking. “No, I’m not letting it fuck up this part of my life. It’s my fault, I can deal with it.” I grab the soap and lather up my hands and wash my chest and stomach. Saint doesn’t say anything else and takes the soap from me to wash.
Saint gets out, grabs a towel, and dries himself, still looking at me. “I’ve printed off a list of things I enjoy doingwith and to my sub. Will you please read through it? Tick the ones you’d like to try, ones you’d like me explain, and of course, your hard limits. Anything you’d like to try that isn’t on the list, add it, and we can discuss it. Then I’d like us to go through it together, we can discuss each one. There is no right or wrong with this, baby, it’s not a test. One thing, don’t look up anything on Google.”
I nod as I switch off the water. Before I step out, Saint picks up a dry towel and holds it out for me. “Thank you.” I reach for it, but Saint shakes his head.
“I’m going to dry you. Stand still.” His tone has me immediately stopping, the deep rumble of his Dom voice makes my dick react, throb, and plump up. Of course, Saint sees it, the flare of lust sparks fleetingly in his eyes but is extinguished as he raises an eyebrow. “Keep that under control, or I’ll lock it in a cage.”
I swallow audibly, wondering how the hell I’m going to stop getting hard when he’s running the towel over my body. As soon as the towel touches my back and even though he’s being gentle, the pressure feels like fire.
At least it makes my dick droop.
That changes when he moves to the rest of my body, even with the towel as a barricade, his touch excites me. I pray for my dick to behave and think of anything disgusting to keep it from getting hard. My old boss’s horrendous halitosis, my time in the children’s home, the bullying. Yep, that’s it, job done. No erection.
“Very good, Noah. I’m pleased with you.” His voice is a soft whisper in my ear, his warm breath making goosebumps break out and pebble my skin. “Royal collected everything of yours from the club, so get dressed and meet me in the kitchen.”
“Yes, Sir,” I croak, my voice giving my desire for him away.
When I get into the kitchen, Saint has two steaming cups of coffee on the table and is frying bacon, and in another pan is scrambling eggs. “Such a multi-tasker,” I chuckle as I walk up beside him.
He looks at me and winks. “You have no idea,” he says and drops a kiss on the top of my head. It’s a casual, yet tender kiss, not one I would’ve expected from him. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to go full Dom when we’re having breakfast. And anyway, you’re cute, and I like kissing you.”
I roll my eyes, and his grin turns devilish. “Once we’ve gone through the lists and your training begins, I don’t think you’ll like what happens if you roll your eyes at me.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” I give him a wink that has him shaking his head.
“You have no idea, babe.” He serves up breakfast and sets the plates down on the table. “I’ll let you eat this today, tomorrow I’ll be in charge.”
Once breakfast is over and I’ve cleaned up, Saint hands me an A4 envelope. “Here’s the list. Read it and let me know. Do not leave it where it can be seen by anyone else.”
My first client, Colin, arrives on time, making any thoughts other than his tattoo disappear. There’s no way I’m making a mistake because I’m thinking of anything else. With his arm prepped and all the colour pots full and ready, I add the stencil to his skin.
“Ready?” I ask before I start up the gun.
“Yep, let’s do this,” Colin nods and settles back in the chair.
I’m vaguely aware of Saint and his client talking and the music in the background, focusing only on the work in front of me. This is the first part of a full sleeve, and after four hours, I think we’re both getting to the end of this session.
“I think it’s time to tap out.” Colin speaks before I do.
“Yeah, my back’s beginning to ache. It’s a good place to stop too. The outline is done and most of the shading in the top quarter. Check out the mirror and see what you think.”
“Fucking hell, Noah. You’re the man.” Colin twists his arm left and right to get a proper look, his smile huge. “It’s gonna be so awesome.”
Saint comes out of his cubicle and assesses the work. “Nice, Noah. It’s going to be a stunner.”
