The Mormon and the Dom (7 page)

When Ronan’s strong fingers started in on his tie, Noah reached for the waistband of Ronan’s jeans. After tugging up his T-shirt, he fumbled with the fasteners of his pants. His fingers suddenly felt weak and unable to do so much as get the buttons halfway open.

Ronan broke the kiss, causing Noah to utter a cry of loss.

“Relax.” Ronan stepped back a bit so that he could look into Noah’s eyes. “I’m just going to help you get undressed.”

“I would do the same, but my hands are shaking.”

“Fear?”

“Excitement.”

“You are almost impossibly sweet.” Ronan brushed Noah’s hair back. “And your hair is sinfully soft.”

Noah reached up and touched Ronan’s hair. It was much thicker than his own, but still soft. And long. Encouraged when Ronan didn’t move away, he stroked his chin. “Your beard is rough.”

“I can shave.”

“No. I like the feel of you.”

“Do you want to shower?”

“Do I smell?”

“Not of something unpleasant.” Ronan breathed in. “You smell like fabric softener.”

“It’s my shirt.” Noah laughed. “I don’t like the way they smell or feel when I take them to the cleaners, so I do them myself.”

“Why don’t you let me finish undressing you?” Ronan picked up where he’d left off on Noah’s tie. Once he had it unknotted, he pulled on one end, making the fabric slide under the collar of Noah’s shirt. It was like a long, slow stroke that made all the little hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention.

“Do you ever tie someone up with their own tie?”

“No. It’s dangerous. Once the fabric knots, it can get so tight it has to be cut away.”

Noah had never thought of that.

“It’s best to have things that are made for this type of activity. The manacles that you got are so much safer. They won’t cut into your flesh.” Ronan looked deep into Noah’s eyes. “No matter how much you struggle.”

A quiver in his belly made him surge forward a bit.

Ronan grinned. “You are so amazingly sensitive.” His gaze tracked his fingers as he popped the buttons on Noah’s shirt. The slight ruffling of the fabric caused his nipples to harden. He hoped Ronan didn’t notice, but of course, he did. With one hand under the fabric and the other on top, he twisted both nipples lightly, giving Noah two different feelings when he did. The fabric over the top of the nipple softened the twist but also brushed the fabric over his belly. What made him surge forward was the feel of Ronan’s skin directly against his. That twist against his nipple seemed to spark lust straight down to his cock. Before he could explore the sensation in detail, Ronan moved on.

Ronan unbuttoned the cuffs, then slid off Noah’s shirt.

Afraid that he wasn’t attractive, Noah curled in a little.

Ronan tweaked both nipples, causing Noah to arch his back and puff out his chest.

“Much better. I don’t want you to stand like that in front of me ever again.” Ronan’s voice was clear but not brutal. “You have a beautiful body that you should be proud of. Do you understand?”

Noah nodded.

“I would prefer it if you answered me with words.”

“Yes, sir.” Noah had been so terrified of the moment when the scene would start, but he realized Ronan had already started things without him even being aware. He felt a tremendous weight roll off his shoulders.

“Excellent.” Ronan leaned close and whispered in his ear. “Your journey of endless steps has already begun.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Ronan had Noah toe off his shoes and his socks, and then he unfastened his trousers. Noah stood in only his clinging briefs.

“I want you to pick up your clothing and hang it in the closet over there.” Rather than the large closet they’d gotten the gear from, Ronan pointed to a smaller one.

Noah did what Ronan told him to do. He wondered why Ronan asked him to do so, and he decided there were several reasons. He probably wanted the floor clear for what would come, but also, when Noah left, he wouldn’t have wrinkled clothing. He’d leave looking as put-together as he had when he walked in. Not that the reason mattered. Since his master told him to perform the act, he hung up everything carefully, then tucked his shoes below his clothing.

“Now slide off your briefs.”

Drawing a deep breath to calm himself, Noah did as he was told. He almost turned around but realized Ronan hadn’t told him to, so he held his position. They’d talked about how much control Ronan would have. For this, Noah’s first time, Noah wanted Ronan to instruct him in even the smallest detail. Having Ronan in charge gave Noah’s churning brain a chance to calm down, because its only focus was on Ronan’s wishes.

His cock was so hard it was practically standing vertical. He had a momentary panic about the size, the shape, even the texture and distribution of his pubic hair, but he dismissed those concerns because Ronan had told him to stand proudly. Behind him, he heard some shuffling, then the sound of a heavy boot hitting the floor. Silence stretched around him, making him keenly aware of his breathing. As he waited for the sound of the second shoe to drop, his heartbeat seemed to grow ever louder in his ears.

When the second boot hit, the crash was so loud he jumped. Noah laughed a little hysterically and then stifled himself. He didn’t want Ronan to think he was laughing at him. Noah wouldn’t dare. He was laughing at his own anxiety.

“Turn around.”

When Noah did, he found Ronan was standing near the table. While looking right into Noah’s eyes, he grasped the edges of his T-shirt and pulled it up, revealing a muscular chest. A line of dark brown hair trailed upward from his belly button and spread outward into an inverted triangle over the top portion of his chest. His nipples were tight and brown against his bronzed skin. As Ronan reached for his waistband, Noah realized his tan wasn’t even, which meant it was real and not from a bottle or a tanning bed.

Once Ronan unfastened his trousers, he allowed his pants to slide down; then he pulled them off. Noah realized two things. Ronan didn’t wear underwear, and there wasn’t a tan line anywhere on him. Something about that excited him. The idea of Ronan naked and lounging in the sun made Noah’s already hard cock get harder still.

And then he got his first glimpse of Ronan’s cock.

“Oh.” The one word slipped out before he could stop it. Noah had seen plenty of cocks during his research online, but he’d never seen one other than his own in real life. Even in high school, he’d been too shy to sneak peeks in the locker room.

Ronan’s cock was thick, long, and looked strong somehow. Veins pulsed along the length, making it seem like it was straining upward, or perhaps straining to get to him. Nervously, he licked his lips, wondering if he’d be able to get even the head of Ronan’s cock in his mouth. Noah swallowed hard. For a moment, he wanted to remind Ronan that they’d agreed he didn’t want to be penetrated in a way that would hurt. As he lifted his gaze and peered into Ronan’s eyes, Noah opened his mouth to speak.

“What’s the safeword, Noah?”

“Constantinople.”

“Good.” Ronan praised him lightly. “At any point, if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable or afraid, you say that word, and everything stops.”

“Yes, sir.” Noah’s gaze went back to Ronan’s cock. He had an overwhelming desire to drop to his knees and worship that thick prick with his lips and tongue. By comparison, his own cock seemed downright malnourished. It was pale, skinny, and longer than it was thick.

“What did I tell you about how you should stand?”

Noah immediately altered his posture so that he stood with his head up and his shoulders back.

“Very good.”

Ronan’s praise washed over him, making Noah proud that he’d pleased him. He very quickly realized that he wanted to keep doing things that would make his master happy. Moreover, he wasn’t resentful. Pleasing Ronan was a way to please himself.

“Come here.” Naked, hard, and apparently comfortable with his current condition, Ronan stood beside the table, waiting for Noah.

Noah took a tentative step, shivering when his prick bounced. A thin stream of sticky pre-come dangled from the tip, sliding down the shaft. The closer he got to Ronan, the tighter the pace of his breathing became.

“Right to the edge of the table.”

Noah got into position. He thought Ronan would start restraining him, but he circled around behind Noah. Suddenly aware that his master was close enough for his breath to caress his back, Noah tried to understand what Ronan would do next.

“You’ve been a very bad boy.”

The words were erotically charged, but what made them even hotter was the way in which Ronan delivered them. He could have done a dozen different things, but that he chose to stand behind Noah while he chided him added to his anxiety. They had set out the parameters of the scene during their long negotiation, but they hadn’t hammered out every little detail. That was good, because that meant he didn’t know what was coming when. Such fluidity made the encounter unpredictable and exciting.

“I don’t want to punish you, Noah. But I have no choice.” Ronan sounded honestly disappointed in not only Noah, but in what he had to do to correct him. It was perfect. If he had been gleeful about punishing him, it wouldn’t have hit all the right notes in Noah’s fantasy. Ronan conveyed reluctance yet also determination. He would make Noah be good no matter what the cost.

“I’m sorry.” Noah said the words, but they weren’t true. He wasn’t sorry. Right now, the only thing he was sorry about was that he hadn’t done this sooner.

“Sorry simply isn’t good enough.” Ronan sighed as he stroked one finger along Noah’s spine. Noah was shocked by how much that simple touch aroused him. As Ronan’s finger descended, he puffed out his chest, but when Ronan got to the small of his back, Noah found himself automatically lifting his ass. Ronan’s plunging finger stopped right where the split of Noah’s buttocks began. “Tell me the truth, Noah.”

“The truth?”

“You’ve been thinking naughty thoughts again, haven’t you?”

“I try not to.”

“You had one just moments ago when you saw my cock.”

Noah startled a bit. How did Ronan know what he’d been thinking?

“Every little thought you have, I know. I’m your master, Noah. I know you were thinking of getting down on your knees and sucking my cock.” His finger held steady, prompting Noah to wonder when he would go lower. In an effort to ask him to without using words, Noah lifted his ass higher. When they’d been negotiating the scene, he’d been afraid to be penetrated, but now he desperately wanted Ronan’s thick finger drilling into his ass. “Noah?”

“I was.” He hung his head and tilted his bottom up just a bit more. “I wanted to suck your cock.”

It was without a doubt the dirtiest thing he’d ever said. Noah had read those rough words and he had imagined saying them, but he’d not ever actually said them aloud until now. Not only had he used those shameful words, but he’d also used them to confess to a wicked act. For a split second, he imagined the clouds parting and a bolt of lightning destroying him on the spot. When nothing happened, he almost laughed. How silly to be twenty-two and still afraid to speak vulgarities.

“Dirty, dirty boy with your filthy, filthy words.” Ronan pulled his hand away from Noah and smacked his buttock.

The sound was almost impossibly loud. Noah jumped upward, startled but not hurt. Where the blow landed didn’t even sting. How had Ronan made so much noise without inflicting any pain?

“Spread your legs and put your arms out to the sides.”

When Noah did, Ronan put the manacles on him. Though they looked positively medieval, they were fashioned from aluminum and actually very light. They were also lined with butter-soft, cushioned suede. Since they were custom made for him, they fit Noah’s wrists and ankles with enough play for him to be moved into whatever position his master wished, but not enough to chafe his skin. The last thing he wanted was marks that his coworkers or family could see. Somehow, the act of having the restraints put on his body nearly brought him to orgasm.

“Bend over and place only the upper part of your chest on the table.”

Noah draped himself over the top of the table. The cushion was soft and smelled lightly of disinfectant. Suddenly, he wondered how many men had been in here. On how many men had Ronan practiced his art? But then he dismissed the thought. Noah wanted the best, and that entailed a man who was experienced. It didn’t matter how many others there had been, because Noah was here now. Ronan wasn’t thinking of anyone but him.

“I’m going to have to tie you down, Noah. I don’t think you’re strong enough to stand for my punishment otherwise.”

“I won’t do it again.”

“You won’t think about sucking my cock again?” Ronan moved to the front of the table and right into Noah’s line of sight. “Look at my cock.”

Noah did as instructed. As soon as he looked, he licked his lips. He swore he would give anything right then to have a taste of Ronan’s prick. A lone pearl of pre-come moistened the slit, making him wonder what it would taste like if he licked along that place.

“You’re thinking of it right now, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You keep saying you’re sorry, but you don’t stop with your wicked thoughts.” Ronan sighed loud and long. “I’m going to see if I can spank the lust out of you.”

Noah shivered so hard he almost knocked himself off the table. He’d never been so excited. Even in the depth of night with his blanket over him so no one could ever see what he was doing, he hadn’t been able to make the fantasy as good as this reality. What made everything better was the feel of Noah’s body as Ronan attached straps to the rings of the manacles and pulled them just taut enough to restrict Noah’s movements. But there was more, too. It was the feel of the spreader bar preventing him from pulling his legs together. It was the smell of the equipment, of leather, of Ronan, all blending together. Even the sound of his heartbeat and Ronan’s powerful voice added to the depth and breadth of the act. A fantasy was good, and they had pleased him greatly once he allowed himself to have them, but nothing could touch the power of reality.

Overwhelmed by stimulation, Noah thought he was going to climax before they even got going. As if he sensed that, Ronan smacked his buttocks several times. Again, the noise was deafening, but the pain was minimal.