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“Was that okay? I mean, I’m not going to be punished for that?” I hate the hesitancy in his voice, the wariness in his eyes as he waits for my response.
“It was amazing, I think it may be my new favourite way to wake up. Am I going to get this treatment when we live together in my place, our place,” I correct myself.
Noah blushes at the compliment or the renaming of my flat, I’m not sure. I like it, though, and want to see him this happy all the time. “Are you sure? I don’t mind living here a little longer. Your parents helped me so much to get and furnish this place. Is moving out so quickly going to snub them? We haven’t spent time with them since, well, you know when. Plus, I’ve got a lease here for six months.”
Of course, I was pissed off with their opinions and nosiness, so I’ve avoided them, and I know from Knox that Noah hasn’t been there either. “Do you want to go and see them? I know they’ve been worried about us both. Royal has been filling me in on all the family news, while I’ve wallowed miserably without you.”
“We can do that, but at the weekend. I’ve got three really busy days ahead of me. I’m going to be working late every night. In fact, I need to get up and ready. What are you doing today?” Noah moves away from me to get out of bed.
“You didn’t come.”
“What, didn’t come where?” His forehead is creased with a deep frown. I chuckle at him, which only makes it frown harder.
“Um, not where, babe. I owe you an orgasm. You didn’t come when you woke me up.”
His blush is back. “Oh, um, yeah. It’s okay, you can owe me.” He tries to move again.
I pull on his arm. “No way. Get back here, boy.”
His eyes darken at the dominance in my voice. “Yes, Sir.”
“What time is your first appointment?” I wonder how much time I’ve got to make him scream out my name.
“It’s eleven-thirty, but I need to check the final drawing with him, so I think he’ll be in a bit earlier.”
As it’s only just past nine, I’ve got plenty of time. “Hmm, I think that’s plenty of time for me to get at least two orgasms from you. Get on your hands and knees, chest down, arse up and knee spread wide.”
God, just the sight of his perfect pink star has my dick rock hard. The soft down of hair over his cheeks is hella sexy too. Now to torment him. From the first lick of my tongue, Noah moans and sways his hips, pushing back into my tongue I can taste my cum. My every instinct is to chastise him, to leave a bright red handprint on his perfect round arse cheeks. But it isn’t a scene, it’s just us, and all I want to do is make him feel.
As my finger curls over his prostate, Noah’s balls pull up high into his body. I haven’t even got my cock back inside him yet. Words flow from his lips in almost a prayer. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he mutters rhythmically.
“You want my dick inside you, boy. You want a slow fuck, me just rocking in and out of your body.” I stroke over his prostate as I ask into his ear and bite down on his shoulder.
“No, fuck no. I want to come. Fuck me hard, leave bruises from your grip, make me feel you all day long. Please, Saint. I need you.”
I’m not going to say no to that plea. A hard fuck will set us both up for the day. “You asked for it.”
I slam into him, making his legs give out and a cry burst from his mouth. Doing just as he asked, I pull him back onto his knees and hold on to his hips. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of this tight heat as he clenches around me, begging for more. His voice will be sore for the day if he carries on screaming. Although that’s exactly what I wanted from him.
I keep him just on the edge of tipping over into oblivion until I feel the tell-tale sign of my imminent climax. Yes, the first tingle down my spine shoots straight to my balls, and I’m not going to be able to hold on. I reach up his body to pull him up against mine, his back to my front, and take hold of his dick and stroke him, firm and hard with a twist at the head, just the way I know he likes it. Then whisper the word to him.
“Come.”
By the time we reach Kip and Robin’s house on Sunday, our relationship is back on solid ground. We’ve even played up in his playroom rather than go to a club, my back still tingles from the fronds of the flogger last night. My bum is the same, but it’s not uncomfortable. Saint, at my request, has my cock locked away in the heavy cage I wore to the club. It’s centring me in the same way kneeling does. But I’m not doing that today. I’m not his sub, I’m Noah—his boyfriend.
It's Robin who greets us as we enter the house. He’s all smiles. “Look at you two, back together again. I’m so pleased for you. Come here.” He opens his arms to hug me.
“Lay off, Pops. Let the poor boy breathe.” Saint laughs and pulls me back to his side. “I’m the only one allowed to manhandle him.”
I can’t help but laugh. I love this playful side of Saint. He doesn’t show it often enough. “You can manhandle me any time you want, Sir.” I pop a kiss on his mouth.
Saint growls and gives my backside a hard whack. “Behave, boy. No one will bat an eyelid if I spank your bare arse.”
A moan slips from me at the thought of him humiliating me. “Yes, Sir.” I’m not sure if it’s for the spanking or behaving.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you. You’re such a needy slut. It’s a good job we’re in boyfriend mode, or I’d be doing just that.”
“Stop it, Saint, and Noah, try to control yourself.” Robin laughs and walks down to the kitchen.
