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“It looked like you were having fun with the kids,” Noah says as he climbs up into the passenger seat. “It got me thinking.”
“What about? I was just drawing tattoos for them.” What could he take from that?
“Maybe we could offer them some art classes. Just something that the kids who don’t want to play football can do without feeling left out.”
That takes me completely by surprise. Not just the idea but that Noah has totally integrated himself in our family. He’s one of us, no longer thinking he is a tagalong, a newbie. I love this guy so much, and I don’t think I tell him enough. They’re not words I’ve ever used with someone I have sex with. That’s the difference between Noah and every other sub I’ve fucked. Yet Istill have everything we do as a scene. I haven’t ever really made love to my boy.
“Is it that bad an idea?” Noah’s voice brings me out of my thoughts, his question nervous.
“No, it’s a great idea. You can put it to Knox; I’m sure he’ll agree.” I glance at him to see he’s smiling, and his whole face lights up. “Are you sure we can’t go home?”
“Nope, I’m hungry. I made a reservation at the Italian on the high street. Call it date night.”
I look down at my sweats and trainers, not really dressed for a night out. “I should change; these are hardly dating clothes.” I pluck at the leg of the jersey cotton.
“You’re fine. You look gorgeous in everything you wear.”
I drive to the restaurant and park up. “Come on then.”
“Such enthusiasm,” he laughs and rolls his eyes.
“Watch it, brat. I can still spank your arse.” I know my threat isn’t going to work on him. He’ll only get turned on at the thought. When he grins and wriggles in his seat, I know I’m right. “You’re such a pain slut, boy. What am I going to do with you?”
“Anything you want, Sir. Anything you want.” He then reaches into his pocket and hands me something. When I look down, I see it’s a remote for a butt plug.
“You are in so much trouble.” I grin and press the start button, the vibrations on low for now. “This is going to be fun. And if you come in your pants, there’ll be punishment.”
“Yes, Sir,” Noah says, already sinking into his role.
I knew I was taking a risk the moment I thought of it, but the desire to play with Saint outweighed the chance of his disapproval. So, here I am handing him control of the vibrating plug I bought just for tonight. Not one of his that he knows more about than I do.
As soon as the first buzz hits my prostate, I know I’m in for one hell of an evening. I sink into the feeling, letting the edginess I felt the whole time we were apart melt away. I focus on Saint as he climbs out of the trunk, sliding the control into his pocket as he walks to my door.
“Be careful what you wish for, boy. You’re playing with a Master of Games.” He holds out his hand for me, helping me out of the truck. With his hand still holding mine, we walk through the door. Saint gives our names to the hostess, and we’re quickly led to a small, secluded booth. “Oh, could we have another table, one away from the wall. More central, if possible.”
Shit. I requested this table to let Saint play games with me. Now, he’s taken over and raised the level tenfold. It’s going to be a long night. Of course, Saint only has to glance at someone to make them do his bidding, he doesn’t notice the quizzical look she gives me. This isn’t what I had planned. I didn’t factor in his need to control every situation. I thought he’d recognise this as aboyfriend thing to do. He’d enjoyed the night out we had with his brothers, but I’m wrong. Very, very wrong.
We sit down, and Saint grins at me. “This is nicer, don’t you think? We’ve got a much better view of the room. It’s busy tonight, you were lucky to get a table.”
“And you’re even luckier to change your mind about it,” I mutter. Luckily, he doesn’t notice my disappointment.
“I went to school with Jasmine, and both she and her boyfriend are members of the gym.” He winks at me. “How are you feeling? I bet you wished we’d just gone home now.”
“Good, I’m hungry, and it smells amazing in here.” I pick up the menu from my placemat and open it. “What’s good here?” When I look up from the menu, Saint has placed the control on the table, pressing the tab in the middle of the rubber covered device as he does it.
The jolt of the plug against my prostate is strong enough to make a moan escape my lips. I breathe through it and squirm a little on the chair. Saint chuckles, and with a little shake of his head, he takes my menu away. “I’ll order for you.”
“Okay,” I breathe through another pulse.
Saint picks up the control as the waiter arrives. Saint gives our drinks order and asks for a few minutes to look at the food. He must have the now hated control in his lap, because he’s dropped his hand to his lap, and the vibrations are faster and harder now.
Over the next forty-five minutes—I can see a clock on the side wall—I have no clue what I’ve eaten or what we’ve talked about. The vibrations have been consistent, varying in strength but still intense. Saint is highly amused, and I’m desperately trying not to come. Finally, he calls for the bill.
“Time to go, boy.” Saint stands up and walks to me and offers his hand. I think if left to my own devices, I’d be hunched over, virtually crawling out of here. I truly hope this is the punishment for taking control of our date. He said I would hate him, and right now, I’m not far away from that. It was supposed to be a fun evening, some silly game and a date, a proper date, before going home and having great sex. I don’t think my prostate can cope with more stimulation. I’m sure it was waving a white flag by halfway through the meal.
I take his hand and stand up. I walk alongside him, my back straight, not giving in yet. The plug is on a very low vibration, and as soon as we get outside, I let go of Saint’s hand and step to the side, away from him. I can’t have him touching me, not when I’m close to breaking down. We get to the truck, and I clamber up onto the seat, berating under my breath about stupid dumb trucks.
Saint stays silent as he starts the engine but before he moves off, he hands me the remote. “You can turn it off now and take a punishment when we get home, or you can turn it up one level and keep it on for the length of the journey, and it will all be over. Your choice, boy.”
