Page 17 of Saint
“Again, Saint, what was that for? You just spent ten minutes telling me what a bad man you are, that I’m too delicate for you.”
“Maybe I pulled my head out of the sand. Because you really are hot as fuck.” He does the one thing that makes me lose all resolve—he touches his forehead to mine. “And I can’t get you out of my head. I want to do all the things I talked about to you.”
“I want that too,” I whisper, and his eyes flash as pulls back and scrutinises me.
His lips thin as he scowls at me. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“You don’t know me, Saint. You don’t know anything about my past, my needs, wants, and desires. So maybe it’s you that isn’t ready to ask me. When you are, you know where to find me.”
He searches my face, and the only things he’ll see are my frustration and a shit-ton of pissed off. It’s time to leave him. I can’t deal with anymore of his intensity any longer. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Noah!” His voice is sharp, the tone low and authoritative. Something I’ll have to get used to if I want him, but until he takes me seriously, I can do as I wish.
That doesn’t mean that I’m not thinking about him, that my fantasies aren’t getting dirtier, or that I’m not still staring at him when he’s busy. Of course, I am. He’s gorgeous.
It’s time for my first yoga class. I’ve got my mat, and I’m wearing loose joggers. All I have to do is walk into the gym. So why am I standing outside like a divvy? Get it together, Noah, this is for you. No one else matters. I take in a huge breath and let it out slowly, shaking the tension from my hands, and walk inside.
It’s as busy as it was at the weekend, and again, no one pays any attention to the doors when someone walks in. There doesn’t seem to be any kids here tonight, unless they’re in another room. I walk up to the desk and give my card to the receptionist and tell him my name.
“I don’t know where the class is held, it’s my first time,” I stammer, feeling embarrassed.
“No worries. I’m teaching it, so if you want to hang on here for five minutes, we can go together. I’m Blake, by the way.”
Before I can say anything, a hand claps my shoulder and spins me around. Knox grins at me. “You made it, that’s great. And you’ve met Blake. He’s awesome and can bend himself into positions that will make your eyes water. Are we still on for some training afterwards?”
“Um, yeah, I’d still like to, if that’s okay. I’m looking forward to it.”
Two more guys walk through the door, and a low grumble breaks free. The two fuck buddies! They saunter over, looking fabulous in some expensive workout clothes. Do they really have to wear everything at least two sizes too small? No, stop it. They could be really nice, and I could do with some friends my age. And if I learn anything about Saint and the fun he likes to have, then that’s a bonus.
But then they see me, and wicked smiles light up their faces. Knox notices them, too, and bristles. He wasn’t expecting them. “Tate and Roman, this is a surprise. You’re not normally here on Wednesdays.”
“We felt the need to stretch out our muscles. You know how it is. We get kinks when we’re stretched out for too long,” Tate says, his eyes on me.
“We thought some yoga would be just what we needed.” Roman smiles at Knox, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
“Sorry, guys, there’s no room, the class is full. You’ll have to put your name down for next week.” Blake doesn’t look sorry at all and seems immune to their pouting.
“How come Saint’s latest toy gets to go?” Tate’s hands have moved onto his hip, and he’s tapping his foot furiously.
“First, Tate, don’t talk about Noah like that. He works for Saint, that’s all. Don’t go looking to make trouble. And second, Noah booked his place in the group last weekend. It’s not a drop-in class, you know that.” Knox is calm and doesn’t sound like Saint does when he gets all serious and growly, but it’s enough to make the two men slump their shoulders. Does that make him a Dom too? It’s too much to try to work out when all I wanted to do was learn some yoga.
Blake nods at a couple of other people, women with mats like mine under their arms. “Shall we go?”
I nod and look at Tate and Roman. “Nice to see you again.” I don’t want to be somebody they decide to dislike, because I’m no threat to them. Saint has made up his mind and dismissed me as nothing more than his employee.
I hear Knox carry on talking to the guys, but not what he’s saying.
My mood isn’t getting any better as the week goes on, and I want to blame it on Noah. That his behaviour at work is the reason I want to break things. But he’s not doing anything wrong, his work is still excellent, and he’s friendly and funny with his clients who seem to love him. It’s with me that he’s changed, and I can’t blame him. I’m the one that pushed his buttons, forced him to kiss me, and sent him running for the hills.
It's Wednesday night, and again, Noah says goodbye and leaves. I’ve tried to find out what he’s doing but both my dads shrug it off, not telling me or they don’t know. Knox is the same, and bloody Royal just laughed at me. “Ask him, you dick. I doubt it’s a huge secret.”
“And get accused of acting like I’m his dad, no thanks.” I hang up to the sound of Royal’s loud, booming laugh.
I stomp around my flat, angry with every member of my family. Fuck them! I’m going to the club.
The smell of sex and sweat invades my nose as I breathe in deeply. Yep, this is where I should be tonight. I gaze around the room, checking out who’s in here and taking in the naked and semi-naked men kneeling by or sitting with their Doms. A few are grinding, naked and impaled on their master’s cock asthe Doms chat. Then I set my eyes on the two young men who have caused a rift between me and Noah.
I weave around the table, greeting a few friends as I pass. Then I come to a stop at the edge of a booth. Tate and Roman are on their knees, blowing Karl, a particularly strict Dom and friend of mine. I can see a way to make this work without me having to take my hand to them. They hold no appeal to me anymore. My interest is solely on Noah and teaching him the pleasure of a flogger and the sting of a crop or cane on his sensitive flesh.
