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“We’re not late. I had to renegotiate the time due to a bratty sub getting himself into trouble.”
“I’ve said I’m sorry like a hundred times,” Noah mumbles but is only greeted by catcalls and laughter.
Pops comes up to us and gives Noah a hug. “Ignore them—they’re all bullies. Sit down, and I’ll get the food out.”
“Um, I’m okay. I can help if you’d like?” He looks at me like he wants to kill me and follows Pops.
More laughter starts up, and I shoot them all a look. “Pack it in, arseholes. Leave him alone.”
“Then don’t whoop his arse before a family brunch,” Knox snarks, but thankfully, they cut the jibes when the food gets put on the table.
Knox is the first to dive into the bacon pile, but soon, we all have a mountain of food to get through. Noah fiddles with hisknife and fork, cutting it all into bite-size pieces, like I had the pizza last night. Does he want the same, to kneel by me? Without asking him about it, I get up and leave the room, coming back moments later with a cushion. I drop it on the floor by my side and look at Noah. He smiles widely at me and gets off the chair to kneel on the cushion. There’s a heartbeat of silence around the table, then the conversations pick up as if nothing different is happening. I stab a piece of his cut-up bacon and wait for Noah to open his mouth. He’s more relaxed now, he’s slipping into being a sub rather than my boyfriend. After he takes the food, I stroke my hand through his hair. “Good boy.”
I feed him the rest of his brunch the same way, laughing when he eagerly takes the croissant with apricot jam, ready for more like a baby bird. Pops looks at me and smiles. It’s such a soft, gentle smile. I can see, not just how happy he is for us, but how proud he is of me and Noah.
I can’t believe that the man happily kneeling for me, who only lost his virginity with me last night, is the same guy that turned up at the shop virtually demanding a job. How fucking brave he was then, but even more so now. He can’t have known about this side of my life—it’s something I’ve never talked about outside the lifestyle. Yet, he is my perfect submissive. He’s not doing it because I want it, he’s doing it because he needs it. Has the neglect he’s had growing up caused his need to be looked after? Did finding out about my wants and needs unlock the neglected part of him? I’ll only know if I ask him.
“Have you had enough?” I ask him when most of his plate is empty.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” He looks at Pops and smiles. “Thank you. This was delicious.”
It’s not long before everyone else is full and the plates on the table are empty. One by one, we all clear up the mess and carry all the plates to the kitchen, and Noah joins in. It seems he’s come out of his need for submission and laughing and joking with everyone else.
Dad walks over to me. “Be careful, son.”
I scowl at him. “We are both fully aware of what we’re doing. He’s perfect.”
Saint is quiet on the drive back to his place, but not distant. His hand is on my thigh, his thumb stroking the inseam of my jeans. He keeps frowning, like there’s something on his mind. I rub my hand over the back of his.
“What’s up? Didn’t you have a nice time?”
“What? No, sorry. Yeah, it was good.” He’s quiet again until we reach his place. “Come on, let’s get inside.”
We get in the flat, and as we get the door closed, he’s on me. His kiss is powerful, demanding, possessive, and brutal. He’s never kissed me like this, it’s as if he’s been holding back. I’m not sure why. His teeth nipping my lip sharply has my dick instantly hard and a groan bursting from me. I grab his T-shirt and hang on as he grabs my arse and lifts me up. He sits on the sofa so I’m straddling his hips. I can feel his hard-on, too, thick and full under the black denim. He slows the kiss down, leaning back to look at me.
“You were unbelievable. I’m not shocked often but your need to submit, even in front of all the family, surprises me. You looked so happy on your knees, so right. It was something I had planned to work up to. Not at the club—I’m happy to put you on your knees in front of anyone there. I didn’t expect this, and I’m so proud of you, boy.”
I try to find the words to explain why I did it. I wanted him to know how much I love what we are, what we do. “It just felt right—I wanted them to see what we are, how good we are. Maybe because we’re going to be with them at the club some nights, I don’t think I wanted them to be surprised to see me submit.”
He chuckles. “So you shock them in their own home.” With a shake of his head, he smiles. It’s his wide, beautiful smile that turns my insides to mush.
“What shall we do this afternoon?” I nudge my hips forward, rubbing our dicks together.
“Hmm, what indeed. Strip.”
“How are you feeling? Ready for this?” Saint has closed the door to the playroom shut. I can still hear some of activities going on in the club, which means the members can hear what’s happening in here. The exhibitionist inside me lights up, getting me excited about what Saint has planned for me. I think, after all the things fun we’ve done in the last twenty-four hours, and how much I’ve loved it all, he won’t be holding back.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, looking up at him through my eyelashes, something I’ve found out he likes.
“And your safe words, what are they?”
“Green for good and carry on, yellow for slow down, I’m near my limits. Red for stop.”
“What happens if you say red?” He walks around me, trailing his fingers over my back, making me shiver.
“Everything stops, and we talk about how I feel.”
“Good boy, now strip and fold your clothes and place them on the table. Then kneel by the cross.” He points to a highly polished St Andrew’s cross against the largest wall.
