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Saint removes his T-shirt, leaving him in black jeans and his biker boots. I rush to get out of my clothes and get into position. With my head down, I can’t see what he’s doing, but I hear him picking up objects.
He stands in front of me and runs his hands through my hair before lifting my chin so I can see him. “I’m going to flog you; I’ll take it slow to start with. I have an idea of your pain threshold and want to hear you. Your every moan and cry are mine. You are not allowed to come. Any questions?”
“No, Sir.” I stand up and let him attach my wrists to the leather cuffs on the cross and spread my legs when he nudges them to part. As the last buckle is secured, I take in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of wood polish, and a sense of peace runs through me.
“You look so fucking sexy, all stretched out for me, boy.” Saint’s breath washes over my ear as he leans in and presses his bare chest to my back. “All you have to do is feel.”
I think I should be wary after the stupid stunt I pulled before, but I trust Saint. I love this man. The fronds of leather swish over my shoulders, then caress down my back, swinging from side to side, up and down. Then they’re gone, and Saint is kissing over my shoulders from left to right. I push back into him, my bare arse against the stiff denim of his jeans. He chuckles, whispering for me to behave.
The leather hits my back, it’s a sting rather than painful, but as Saint picks up speed, working from left to right over my shoulder to my ribs and across my lower back. I crave for him to hit my arse, but the more I push it out, the more he seems toignore it. The impacts have increased, and it’s not as painful as the spanking he gave me this morning. Crap, how can that have only been twelve hours ago?
“Shit,” I hiss as the pressure revs up, I’m feeling this now. Every cell in my body is singing. My hips are swaying to the rhythm of the flogger, but Saint has other ideas, and the blows come quicker now. My back has switched from a pleasant buzz to on fire. I’m getting close to my limit. Before I can say yellow, it stops, and Sir’s hands roam over the burning skin.
“Beautiful, such a good boy. I think you deserve a prize.” He quickly has the cuffs undone, and I’m on my knees, sucking his cock into my mouth. His dick slides slow and deep into my mouth and throat. I cough and splutter as he relentlessly fucks my mouth. How does he know exactly what I want and desire?
Saint’s fingers tangle in my hair as he holds my head still, the intensity increases, and I know he’s not going to last much longer. He pulls out and strokes his cock, fisting fast and hard until he cries out and covers my face and tongue with his cum. I blink, grateful that it’s only my tears not the sticky sting of spunk in my eyes. I know I must look a mess, but I can’t hold back the smile that spreads over my face. “Thank you, Sir.”
I stay on my knees as Saint moves back and picks up a towel from the table with my clothes. He gently wipes my face and neck clean and kisses me, a firm kiss that’s full of dominance and power. “Stand up,” he tells me, helping me up as my limbs seem to have turned to jelly. We walk over to the bed. “Lie on your stomach, I’ve got some cream for your skin.”
I groan at the first touch of his hand to my back—the cream is cool on my overheated skin and sooths the burn. I know I’m going to feel the flogger for a day at least, but this is nice. I feel treasured as he tells me how proud he is of me.
“Why didn’t you flog my arse? You knew I wanted you to,” I ask, now lying on my back as he lies next to me. He’s still touching me, stroking over my chest, flicking my nipples with his fingernails, running them up and down my stomach, swirling them over the Celtic artwork covering my pecs and ribs on my left side.
“I know you did, my greedy boy. You must remember who’s in charge in this room, so if you start misbehaving or making demands, your desires will be ignored. Also, it’s still too tender from this morning. It may be better by tomorrow.” The look he gives me is all power and strength, and I drop my eyes.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. Now, get on your hands and knees, I haven’t finished playing.”
It’s Monday, and I’m waiting for Noah. After spending the last few days with him, I was surprised when he announced last night that he was going home. He said he had some drafts he needed to get prepped for a customer to come and look over. It felt weird without him, and I missed him in my bed, even though up until three days ago, he was a virgin.
I can still taste him on my tongue when I think of him coming down my throat at the end of our night at the club. My dick stirs at the memory of his back, red from the fronds of the flogger, the noises he made as the intensity built up. God, I never thought I’d find a sub I wanted to spend all my time with, then again, I never thought I’d fall in love.
I rarely think about my birth father, but when I realised how much I needed to dominate, I couldn’t help comparing myself to him. Thank fuck for Dad and Pops—they’d never hid their Dom/sub relationship. It was a softer version than I craved, but they knew how and where to steer me when I was old enough to join the clubs I needed. Learning to sub was hard, like really hard, but I learnt so much from the time with Master John. Becoming the Dom I know I am took time and patience, not just from me but from my master and the subs I practiced with.
The bell rings over the door. When I look up, I expect to see Noah, but it’s not. It’s my dad. He smiles, looking around the room, and I know how proud of me he is. “Hey, what’s up, old man?” I’m still annoyed at his comment at the brunch.
“Less of the old, if you don’t mind.” He gives me a hug. “Where’s Noah?”
“He’ll be here soon. I expected you to be him.” This is unusual, he doesn’t normally drop in, and why is he looking uptight? Then I put two and two together—Noah. This is about me and Noah. “You’d better say what you’re here to say before he gets here.”
“Am I that obvious? Yeah, I’ll be quick. How is he getting on? It was a surprise to see him kneeling. Even you were taken aback.”
“I was, but it was all him. We hadn’t talked about being with family, and what, if anything, I expected. What else?”
“Does he know and understand exactly what your type of dominance is? Because I’ve seen you with subs, and your methods can be extreme. Are you heading for TPE with him, because that’s a lot for someone just discovering their submission.”
I look at him as if he’s a stranger. Does he really think Noah and I haven’t talked about everything, that we’re working through new experiences together. That I love him. “You have nothing to worry about. We’re not getting anywhere near total power exchange yet, maybe never. Noah understands everything, and more importantly, he wants it. He’s not just a sub, Dad. He’s my boyfriend, and I love him. I’m not going to do anything to hurt him. Well, that’s not true, but that’s not what I mean, and you know it. Don’t doubt me or him. It’s good—it’s better than good.”
He holds his hands up in front of me. “Okay, okay. I didn’t mean to offend you, but he’s new to us, and Robin adores him. We wanted to make sure this was his decision, not doing it just to be with you. He’s crazy about you and has been since he got here.”
“Christ, do you think I’d do that? Take advantage of him? Dad, I can have any sub in any of the clubs on his knees with just a glance. If this was only about me getting my rocks off, I’d be with anyone I wanted. This is about me and him, together as partners in and out of a scene, and you know I’ve never done that before.”
Before he can answer, the bell goes again, and this time it’s Noah. He looks at Dad, then me and frowns. Can he feel the tension between us? Probably. He’s incredibly astute. “Hi, Kip. Are you here for some ink?”
“No, not this time. I was passing, so I thought I’d come and say hello.” His smile is warm but not quite natural enough to get away with.
Noah chuckles. “I thought you’d be giving Saint twenty questions about us.” He walks further into the shop and up to me. He lifts his head for a kiss, one I’m more than happy to give.
