Page 28 of Saint
“Then teach me, Saint. Teach me how to be your sub, to give you all you need. That’s all I’ve ever asked for.”
I spin around to see Noah standing in the doorway, just a sheet around his waist. “You should be sleeping, baby.”
I watch Royal put his glass down, walk over to Noah, and press a kiss to his forehead. He says something, but I can’t hear him or Noah’s reply, but he gives him a small smile. Royal walks away. I’m silent until I hear the door close.
“Noah,” I say softly as I approach him. “Are you sure? It’s not going to be easy; you’re going to hate me sometimes. It will hurt too.”
“I know, but I want it with you, Sir. Only you. I love you.” His beautiful eyes look into mine, and I know he’s telling the truth.
Just as I know my next ones are too. “I love you, too, baby.”
I scoop him up in my arms and carry him back to my bed, cursing the fact that I can’t do what I want to do to him. With his back torn up, he needs to rest. I lower him down so he can sit on the edge of the bed before I step back to undress. Which isn’t going to take long since I gave up my shirt. I’m fully aware of his eyes on me, drinking me in, and all it’s doing is making my dick hard.
“Stop looking at me like that. Nothing is going to happen, you’ve been injured.” My voice is low, letting my Dom free. “Lesson number one, boy. Behave yourself at all times.”
“Seriously? We’ve just admitted our feelings for each other, and we’re not going to get to show it too?” It looks as if he’s about to pout, and I realise how much fun it is going to be training this bratty boy. Rewards and punishments are going to be a learning experience for him.
But I hate how he’s been treated tonight, and maybe I should be making him feel good rather than denying him. Hasn’t he been punished enough tonight? I finish stripping and stand in front of him naked, my dick hard at almost his eye level. I watch the delicious slide of his Adam’s apple as he slowly swallows. My dick is proportionate to my body, so for someone a little as Noah, I’m guessing it looks big, not that size is the be all and end all of sexual prowess. It’s what you do with it that matters, and lucky for Noah, I’m extremely good at what to do with it.
“What do you want to happen, Noah? How much sexual experience have you had?” I reach forward, running my fingers through his hair, giving a little tug to make him look up at me. “Am I having the delightful treat of a virgin in my bed? Or have you been with men before? Do you like giving head or do you prefer being blown? Are you an eager slut for cock or shy enough to have missed out on sex?”
A blush brighter than any I’ve ever seen on his cheeks burns as red as coals, and his eyes lower again. “Noah, lesson number two: Always answer the question. Be truthful, I’ll know if you’re lying.”
Noah looks back up at me, his eyes wide. “I’ve blown a few people and had a couple of handjobs, but I’m a virgin, Sir.”
“Thank you for telling me the truth. You get a reward for being honest.” I step even closer, enough to make him open his legs to let me in. “You can kiss the tip of my cock. Nothing more. Eyes on me.”
I fist my cock, stroking a bead of precum to the slit, wanting him to have the fluid glistening on his lips when he finishes. Noah leans in, and with the softest pressure, presses his lips to my stiff prick. “Good boy. Let me see, you look beautiful with my precum on your lips. Would you like to taste it?”
Noah nods eagerly, the praise brightening his face.
“Good boy, just the tip of your tongue now.” I hold back a moan when the tip of his pink tongue slips over first the top then bottom lip.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I can’t wait to see your face covered in my spunk.” I stroke myself until the head is wet again. “Would you like another taste?” I wipe the sticky head over his lips painting them with the slick sheen of my precum. When I pull back, I coat my index finger. “Open up.” I slip my finger into his hot mouth. “Suck. Make me want my cock in there instead of my finger.”
Noah goes to town sucking and licking with more enthusiasm than skill, but that can be taught. Excitement I didn’t expect to feel surges through me, having so much to show and share with him is going to be so much fun. Maybe not somuch for him, not all the time, but he will be a joy to educate. It’s more than that, it’s realising I love him, and that we will both gain so much from this because of how we feel for each other. Every time before has been purely for sexual gratification—for both parties. How much better it will feel to have love involved.
“Enough,” I tell him and pull my finger free. “Time to sleep now. We’ll talk through a few things before your training starts properly.” I kiss him gently. “How much does your back hurt?”
He shrugs. “It’s bearable, but some more of that cream would feel good though.”
“Lie down, and I’ll do it.”
I take a few more photographs, it’s looking less angry, but still a mess, some might leave scars. I know I will never take a cane to him.
He’s asleep quickly, his head turned to me on the pillow. I pull the sheet over us and close my eyes.
When I wake up, there’s a heavy weight on my chest. Something I’m not used to, especially with my arm wrapped around the warm body. I’ve always slept alone, not wanting to mix my two lives. That’s gone out of the window now that I’ve admitted my feelings to the young man in my bed. My boy. How much of my life is going to change now? My dads will be thrilled to have us together, but will they approve of me training him, of having him kneel by my side at all times?
That will have to wait for dinner on Sunday, we have three days to teach him the basics, no easy feat when we’re working together. The need to narrow down the details of our relationship is paramount, the wants and needs from the D/s relationship and the boyfriend side must be discussed. I have a list of acts I want and like I’ll give to him to find out his hardand soft limits. It is also for him to add anything he’d like to try. What I don’t have is a contract, I never planned to be in a long-term relationship. I didn’t think I would ever want someone the way I want Noah.
I carefully extricate myself from under him and go to the bathroom, then after washing my hands, I go to my laptop and print off the list and check both our diaries for today. Crap, we both have full days. Concern for Noah’s injury has me doubting if he can make it through the day. It’s not up to me to say if he can or can’t do his job.
The sound of the shower starting startles me. Noah is awake.
His back is to me when I walk into the bathroom, the welts angry under the steaming water pouring down. Noah’s hands are pressed up to the wall, and his head is down.
