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Colin pays for today, confirms his next appointment and leaves. I stretch my arms out and then up above my head and groan as my back protests. My arse is just as painful. Fuck, it hurts. What the hell was I thinking? I’m lucky I haven’t lost my job as well as my chance with Saint.
“You need to rest. I’ve cancelled your other appointments and rescheduled them.”
I scowl at him, I need the money I would’ve made. “You can’t just do that, Saint. I can’t afford to cancel, I’ve got rent and bills to pay. I can deal with some pain. What are you going to do when it’s you who has left stripes on my body. Will you stop me working then? Did you care about your other boys and if they were at work the next day?”
“Just this one time, and I’ll cover your lost earnings.” He sighs. “You can’t keep fighting my decisions, not if you want to do this. I’ll be making most of your decisions, if you want total power exchange.”
“Not at work, Saint. I’m happy to respect your rules and to call you Sir, but I need to work.”
Saint turns around and walks away. I’m pretty sure I hear him muttering about mistakes and bratty subs. I smile a little and shake out my limbs as much as I can without stretching too much. But at least now that I have the rest of the day to myself. I can go home and read up on the list. It’s been taunting me all day, teasing me with its unseen contents.
“I’m going to go home, Saint. I’ve got my reading material for the evening.” I wave the envelope at him.
“No, take it upstairs. We can talk through it when I’ve finished here. I won’t be long, I cancelled all but this next one. It’s not a big job, a couple of hours tops.”
“I need to go and get something else to wear. I’ll go home and change and be back before you finish up here.”
“Sure, bring a change for tomorrow too.” Implying I’ll be staying the night. I grin and nod my head.
I lie on my front on Saint’s bed and open the envelope, my fingers are trembling just a little bit as I read through the first items. He was right when he said he wanted to fist, flog, and fuck me. He also wants to use hot wax, whips, gags, leather, and rope bondage. There’s breath play, but luckily, no blood or scat play. I know they’re hard limits for me. Piss play is okay, I’ve seen it in videos, and I’ve always found the act enjoyable. I’ve seen some seriously hot scenes that have included that. When I see humiliation, I pause. Heat rushes through me, and my heart beats faster as the image of kneeling for Saint the way he made Tate, to have my face covered in his cum for everyone to see. Yep, sign me up for that.
My dick throbs, stiffening beneath the soft cotton of my sweats, as I continue to read the examples of humiliating his sub—me. I’m the sub he wants to do this to. Kissing his boots, being used as a footstool, being collared and leashed and made to crawl naked behind him. Being ignored, offered to other Doms.
Fuck!
My hand shakes as I slip it under the waistband and grab my cock. The slit is already wet with precum as my thumb strokes over the head. I’m so fucking turned on, and I haven’t finished the list. The paper slips from my fingers as I kneel up on the bed and start to stroke myself. The slippery silk of the precum acts as lube as I rub harder, I know it’s not going to take long for me to come. My breathing quickens as fire surges through my body and into my balls. Yes, fuck, yes. I’m gonna come.
“Stop!”
Noah is so lost in the moment, he hasn’t heard me walk in. It’s a beautiful sight, but not one I can allow him to finish. I’m interested in what it is on the list that has him hard and needing release. I’m going to make him tell me explicitly what has him masturbating.
“Stop!” I command, my Dom coming out loud.
Noah stills, his eyes fly open, but it’s too late to stop his dick from spurting cum over his fist and over his fingers. I know we haven’t discussed rules, what we expect from each other, that’s what tonight is all about. But I think he knows enough to know that this isn’t allowed, that he needs permission to come.
As I stride across the room, Noah scrambles to pull up his sweatpants and wipe his release over the legs of them. “I…I…I’m sorry. I didn’t know I’m not allowed to.”
“Oh, come on, Noah, that’s submissive 101. But you’re right, we haven’t discussed the dos and don’ts. So, we’re going to do that in a minute. First, I want you to tell me what had you so turned on?”
His eyes dart down to the paper on the floor, and he bends to snatch it up. But before he says anything, I have to remind him about telling the truth. “Noah, look at me please.” Iwait for his eyes to meet mine. “Good boy. This is the last time I’m going to ask you, it doesn’t mean you can’t stop this anytime you want but tell me now that this is what you want. Training starts from the moment you say yes.”
“I want this,” he waves the sheet of paper at me. “There’s very little on this list that is a limit, soft or hard. Breath play makes me nervous, so I’m putting that as a soft limit for now. I want you, Saint. I want you to be my Dom. I know it’s going to be hard and painful at times. I may even think I hate you, but ultimately, it’s going to be so, so good.”
I step up close and pull him into me. It’s not a tender move, I want him against my chest. My mouth close to his ear, I trace the shell with my tongue before I bite on his lobe. It’s a firm bite, and he whimpers and sags. God, he’s so responsive. I grab his arse, squeezing the firm muscles hard, knowing he’ll feel every stripe that was put there last night. “From now on, you will call me Sir, and I will call you boy. What had you wanking like a schoolboy?”
Noah looks up at me, he’s so much shorter than I am. I love it. “The thought of you humiliating me, all the ways that will happen. It’s so hot.”
This surprises me. I didn’t think that would be his kink, but I’m thrilled. It’s definitely one of my favourite ways to torture my boy. “That makes me very happy, boy. It’s something I enjoy too.” I bend my head down to capture his mouth with mine. It’s a brutal kiss, one where I’m in total control as I devour him. When I break away, Noah looks wrecked, his pupils blown, his eyes heavy-lidded and lust-drunk.
“Let’s go into the living room and go through the rules and then the list. First, I want you to strip. Whenever we are in private, here or at your place, you will be naked. I may add somelittle toys to make you even more beautiful, but for today, naked will do.”
For the next couple of hours, we talk through the rules and the list of what he wants to try, what are a firm yes or a solid no. There aren’t too many of those. Which makes me very happy and horny. It’s time to get down to business.
“I want you to suck me, boy. I don’t care how inexperienced you are, I can teach you everything you need to know about how to pleasure me with your mouth.” I stand up and point to the spot in front of me. “Kneel there and put your hands behind your back, knitting your fingers together. I only want your mouth.”
Noah’s eagerness is refreshing, he’s on his knees, sitting on his heels. There’s no fake coy flirting, no sashaying hips and pouty lips that I would’ve seen from Tate, Roman, or any of the other pretty-boy subs. This—him—is what I’ve been missing.
Noah leans forward, pressing a kiss to the tip as he looks up through his thick black eyelashes. He looks like sin, perfect, untouched sin. I nudge my hips forward, making my cock push up to his lips, he parts them and licks and slurps the crown before opening further, allowing me to push deeper inside the wet heat. I want to test his gag reflex, teach him to relax his muscle to let me in his throat. It doesn’t take too long before he coughs and tries to move away.
