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“Touché,” It’s my turn to chuckle. “I’ve never thought about it. I never thought I would want the things you want. I didn’t even know this kind of lifestyle existed in some peoples’ everyday life. It’s you that I want and that means everything that goes with it. You bring out the exhibitionist, the slut, the pain-whore in me, and I love you for it. You’ve enriched my life in so many ways. If I’d known this about you before I set out to come here, I don’t know if I would’ve had the courage. Wouldn’t that have been a shame for both of us.”
“Tragic. Have I answered your question or are there more?” Saint shifts so I’m under him, his elbows off the bed keeping his weight off me, but our groins touch, eliciting a moan from me as I shake my head.
“No, no more questions.”
“Good,” he says and kisses me.
The bell over the door has me looking up from my sketchpad. Robin walks in, smiling brightly when he sees me and walks up. I put my pencil down and step around the counter tomeet him. “Hi, it’s good to see you. What brings you to our neck of the woods?” I ask as I step into his embrace.
“Nothing sinister. I wondered if you were free for lunch today?” He’s laughing, but I’m guessing this is how Saint felt when Kip called in ‘just passing by’. This isn’t something he’s ever done before. Saint walks out from the back with a box of inks in his arms. He’s spent the morning doing an inventory and placing orders.
“Fuck! Not you as well.” He dumps the box on the counter next to my sketches, looking at it as he does. “That’s stunning, Noah. He’s going to be thrilled.” He puts his hand on my back, rubbing up and down my spine. I know it’s because of Robin standing here, he’s keeping me steady. “So, Pops. What’s going on?”
“What do you mean, me as well?” Robin says, his cheeks developing two pink circles. Are they from annoyance or guilt?
“Dad came in earlier in the week, just passing. Are you just passing too?” Saint lifts his hand away to cross them over his chest.
“I didn’t know that. I thought I might take Noah to lunch.” He still looks a little flustered, caught off guard. His eyes flicker to meet mine. “Can you, Noah?”
I look at Saint, not as my boss but as my Dom. I hope he can see that I want him to take control of this situation. I love Robin and have so much to thank him for. He’s done so much for me, especially when it came to my flat. I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but this isn’t my decision to make.
“Maybe another day, Pops. Noah can check his diary and block out some time for you. Am I included in the invitation?” Saint smiles, but I can hear the edge in his voice, and by the rigid smile on Robin’s face, he does too.
“Okay, no problem. I’m sorry to interrupt your day. I’ll see you on Sunday for lunch.” His words are clipped, and I feel bad. Maybe I should’ve just said yes. I don’t have a client until later this afternoon.
“Yes, we’ll be there, won’t we, Saint?” I look at him; his smile is genuine now.
“Yeah, sure.”
Robin leaves, and I step up closer to Saint. “We’ve hurt his feelings, and I hate that.”
“He’ll survive, and trust me, he was going to grill you for every bit of information about our relationship and whether you’re being coerced into my lifestyle. I’m getting pissed off with them. They’ve never interfered with who I play with before.”
“I think it’s because they know the levels you go to with a sub. You know that, and so do I, and I love what we do together. I want to do so much more with you. Can we go to the club tonight?”
We walk into the club again; this time I’ve upped the pressure on Noah. He didn’t even baulk at my plan. So now he’s back in his collar and leash and has a pair of shorts that are open at the front, his cock in a stainless-steel cage. It’s heavy and will pull at the base of his dick—his eyes are already glazing over as he slips into the submissive mode he loves so much.
“Jackson is here, and we’re going to sit with him for a while. And while we are, you’ll be on your knees, your mouth warming my cock. You will not acknowledge him until he speaks to you. He may not even look at you.”
“Yes, Sir.” The tremor in his voice is enough for me to know he’s loving the idea.
“God, you’re such a fucking cock-sucking slut.” I caress his hair as we reach the table. “Jackson, it’s good to see you again.” The sub kneeling at his feet keeps his head down, so I ignore him. “May I join you?”
“Please do.” He ignores Noah as I take the seat opposite him, a small low table between us. He catches the attention of one of the waiters and orders the drink I always have.
Once settled, I spread my legs, giving Noah the space he needs between to reach my cock. With my fly open, I release mydick, it’s soft, and after plenty of practice, I can keep it that way for the time Noah will have it in his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate and keeps his eyes on me as I let him take me onto his tongue. “Keep still now, boy.”
He’s going to be a mess when we’re done since the saliva pools in his mouth, but as he’s unable to swallow, it will be pouring out of his mouth. It’s why his chest is bare.
“I see you’ve got your cocksucker well trained. I approve of his outfit too.” Jackson laughs deeply.
“He’s been good lately, so I thought he deserved a treat. If he’s really good, I’ll cover his face with my load at the end of the night.”
Noah moans around my cock at that promise. “Now, now, boy. None of that. Stay still.” I stroke my fingers through his hair and give it a tug that’s just hard enough to be painful. He doesn’t moan this time, but goosebumps burst over his shoulders and arms.
The club starts to fill up, and it doesn’t take long for the room to be filled with the sound of moans and groans. The swish of a flogger, the hard slap of a paddle, everything I know Noah wants to experience. Tonight, we’re going to watch some demonstrations. Well, he’ll be watching them, I’ll be watching him and his reactions. It’s a hardcore night, so he’ll be in at the deep end. There’s no space for soft games.
I finish my drink and shift back in the seat. My dick slides free from Noah’s willing mouth, the mewl of his disappointment makes me smile and lift his chin up. I use the napkin from my drink to wipe his face, then cupping his face, I kiss him. “Good boy. You deserve your reward.” I stroke my cock and quickly become hard. Noah’s eyes are heavy and hooded, his pupils blown to jet black as he alternates between looking up at me andmy cock. I come and spurt ribbons of hot spunk over his face and mouth. He licks his lips but doesn’t attempt to wipe any away. “Fucking perfect.” I moan as he smiles at me.
