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“Yeah, shower. Not from me this time.” He chuckles, and I feel the vibrations through his chest.
I let him lead me to the shower in the corner. It’s open to the room, and I lean against the wall as he gets the water running. I look down at my body, taking in the sight of my raw knees. Yep, they’re going to scab.
Saint washes me, shampooing my hair and soaping up my body. Dropping kisses on my shoulders, my stomach, my legs.
He chuckles when he sees my knees. “Badges of honour, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I’m grateful for the bed up here. It’s not as big as the one in our bedroom, but it’s enough for me, for now. I collapse on the soft mattress and close my eyes. Tiredness hits me, it’s been an intense afternoon. I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the whole scene, only it wasn’t that.
It’s our way of making love, it may not be for everyone, but for us it works.
That was intense, the hardest I’ve pushed him in a long time, but he needed it.Weneeded it. I want him sated and relaxed for this evening. I know he thinks we’re doing more tonight, but I know that both mentally and physically, he won’t be up for anything but some downtime with our friends.
Am I taking a risk springing this on him tonight? Probably, but for a kid that never had any fuss made of his birthdays—the last one he didn’t even tell me about. He got a spanking for that, but it’s never a deterrent for him, he accepts his punishments with as much enthusiasm as he does his pleasures. He deserves it, after the shit from Tate, who, after losing his memberships in all the clubs, eventually moved away. The dumb boy wouldn’t let it drop; he still thought I’d get bored and choose him in the end. One surprising friendship is the one Noah developed with Roman, it turns out he didn’t really like Tate, seeing the bully in him earlier than we did. I think the fact that Jackson has taken a shine to the boy helps, and we’ve had some fun scenes with them both.
Tonight, though, I’m offering Noah my collar. Not the one he wears for scenes, but the one I hope he’ll wear for the rest of his life. I’m going to marry him, too, but I think the collar is more important to both of us. A sign of our commitment to each other and the lifestyle we love. A wedding band will give us the legal side of our relationship. Am I dressing him up, or maybe I should say down, tonight? Yes, obviously. He’s going to be locked up tight, plugged, if he’s not too sore, and nude enough to make every Dom and sub envious.
He starts to stir, stretching, then pulling it back. His butt cheeks and arse are going to be sore, maybe his knees, too, but he won’t care. As I look down at him with his head on my chest, his eyes blink open, and he smiles. It’s still a sleepy one, but it won’t take him long to remember the rest of the evening.
“Hmm, I could get used to sleeping the afternoon away, especially after all we did.” He leans in to kiss my chest, his tongue circling lazily over my nipple, flicking at the gold bar that runs through it. He pauses, seeming to think of something. “Is that why you’ve been drinking water by the pint today?”
I chuckle, reaching down to give his arse cheek a squeeze. “I didn’t think you’d noticed, but yes, and yesterday too. You enjoyed yourself, right?”
“Hell yeah, and I know you warned me, but it’s going to be a long time before I sit comfortably on a chair. I’ll just have to use you as a cushion.”
“I can deal with that. We need to get up and get some dinner; it’s going to be a busy night.” I kiss his forehead when he looks up to me.
His stomach growls, agreeing with me. “Something easy, like pasta. Lots of it too. We burnt a lot of calories. Ooh and garlic bread.” He frowns. “Unless I’m kissing someone else tonight.”
I smile at how easily he accepts being with someone else if I wish it. “You can have your garlic bread.”
Noah sits on my knee and winces again, I have foregone the butt plug and have promised to leave his hole alone for at least a few hours. He is caged though, with it exposed toeveryone, even though my dads will be here later, he won’t care. He’s so proud of being my sub, he really would let me do anything in front of anyone.
“Stop fidgeting, or I’ll spank you again.” I squeeze his bare thigh, making him hum with pleasure. “You’re such a pain slut, I think I’m going to have to change my mind about letting you recover.”
He hums again. “I think I’d like that, Sir. Would you like me over your knee here? I mean, my arse is bare. I’m sure everyone would like to watch.”
Jackson, who has Roman on his knee, booms out a loud laugh. “I always want to see your ass turn red, boy.”
Just then Knox and Royal turn up, and Knox lets out a groan. “I thought this was going to be a spank free zone tonight.”
“What’s your problem, little brother, no one spanked you for a while,” I tease. “I’m sure there’s someone happy to make your arse cheeks blush.”
“Fuck off,” he replies, but there’s no malice in it. He sits opposite us, next to Jackson and Roman. Roman leans into him and says something, he’s too quiet to hear but Knox nods. Then to my surprise, he kisses him, then does the same to Jackson. I didn’t know this. It must be new, Noah would’ve told me if there was something he knew about, especially after the scene the four of us did a couple of weeks ago.
“So, am I gonna get spanked or not?” Noah’s sulky voice stops me looking at my brother.
Without any warning, I flip him over so he’s over my lap and give him six hard smacks. Then leave him like this. He giggles and wiggles, so I smack him again. “I think you need to stay like this until you remember your manners.”
Instead of apologising, he parts his legs—ever the exhibitionist—and exposes his hole. As I slip my finger down his crease, he moans, shuddering at the promise of things to come. Much to his disappointment, I don’t go any further than tapping on his still puffy pucker.
“Okay, I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t be a brat again,” he huffs, still totally bratty. But I love it.
As I swing him back to sit on my knee, I kiss him. It’s no gentle sweet kiss like the ones we shared this afternoon. It’s deep, rough and brutal as I bite on his tongue and nip his lips. The kiss subsides when he relaxes into me, compliant again. “Good boy.”
He smiles when he sees everyone here, tipping his head up to kiss me again. “I want to suck your cock, Sir. I want your cum on my face.”
