The Mormon and the Dom (8 page)

“Don’t climax until I give you permission.” Ronan ensured that Noah was back from the edge of the table so that his cock dangled in midair.

“Yes, sir.” No matter how he squirmed, Noah couldn’t rub his prick against anything for relief. The stance made him feel acutely vulnerable and almost desperate to gain his master’s permission to climax.

“You are so very attentive, Noah. Such a perfect little submissive.” Ronan had all the points anchored now and stepped back, presumably to enjoy his work.

When Noah tested his limits, he found he didn’t have that much freedom at all. What surprised him was that he wasn’t afraid. He thought he might fear being bound because of the loss of control, but if anything, he felt safer than he ever had. There was nothing he could do but stay where he was and allow Ronan to do as he pleased.

Ronan walked around the table several times. Noah was only able to see him when he was toward the front of the table, and that was only because he didn’t have his head turned to the side but facing forward.

Each time Ronan walked by, his thick cock bounced, making Noah hunger to taste him. Unfortunately, even if Ronan were to change the script and let him, he’d have to unfetter Noah from the table. There wasn’t any room to get Ronan’s cock up to his mouth even if he wanted to. It was then that Noah realized that
was
the point. He wanted Noah to see what he couldn’t have. That he dangled such a delicious device just out of reach was the wickedest form of taunting Noah had ever experienced. The more he saw Ronan’s cock without being able to touch it, the more he wanted to do so.

Ronan stopped right in front of the table. He put his hands on his hips, forcing Noah to look at his prick. “Tell me how badly you want to suck my cock.”

“I don’t.”

“Liar.” Ronan moved around to the back of Noah’s bound body and slapped his ass. This time, the sound was lessened as the pain increased. It wasn’t excruciating, not at all, but it was a noticeable difference.

Ronan returned to the head of the table and took the same stance. “Confess, Noah. Tell me the truth.”

This game wasn’t at all what he was expecting, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy playing along. Earlier, he’d wanted to please his master, but now he realized that he also craved more of his master’s punishment. The two conflicting needs were a delicious psychological torment.

“I told you. I’m not like that.”

Around to his backside Ronan went again. “You are like that, Noah.” Ronan slapped him harder this time. Noah’s whole body jiggled. His cock, his rock-hard, utterly tormented cock swung back and forth in dire need of relief. One touch. One stroke. One breath would probably send him into a screaming orgasm that would practically render him blind, but that was something Ronan wasn’t going to give him until he was good and ready.

“Tell the truth, Noah. You want to suck my cock because you’re a hungry little cocksucker.”

“I swear I’m a good boy.”

“You’re a naughty boy with a filthy mind.” Ronan slapped his buttocks several times. Rather than flinch away, Noah found himself lifting his ass higher so that he could feel more of Ronan’s punishment. The pain sparked across his body, but it wasn’t agony. It was curious how he perceived the act of being spanked. What excited him was the idea of getting caught for being bad. He loved the sound of Ronan’s swatting hand, but now he discovered the hotter his buttocks got, the better it felt. Noah hadn’t understood how anyone could take pleasure in pain but now he did. Pleasure didn’t come from the pain, not for him. The pain surged awareness of his vulnerability.

The fact he couldn’t do anything but submit made Noah even more conscious of his body. That attentiveness wasn’t about his body being attractive. Not at all. The focus was on the fact that he wasn’t his body. Noah, the unnamable, inherently personal, decidedly special thing that made him Noah Cameron wasn’t his flesh and bones but something untouchable. No hand could damage him. No manacle could hold him. No vicious word or cutting look could harm him
unless he granted that person the power to do so
.

It was possibly the greatest insight he’d ever had in his life.

Unless Noah gave the person permission to injure him, they had no power at all. At this very moment, he’d willingly chosen to give such awesome control to Ronan. Noah had surrendered because he trusted him. Ronan would do as Noah had asked. Ronan would push him physically, and even psychologically, but Noah had the power to stop the trial at any time.

For the first time in his life, Noah was bound but free.

“You’ve left me no choice, Noah. I have to punish you more.”

Noah sighed and closed his eyes. He wondered what Ronan would do next. Anticipation tightened his body while simultaneously easing his mind.

When he felt Ronan grip his buttocks and yank them apart, he tightened his lower body.

“You dare try to pull yourself from my grip?” Ronan released his buttocks and spanked them several times. Each blow shook his cock and balls, making them seem hungry for contact. “You will allow me to inspect you. Lift yourself up on your toes.”

Intrigued, Noah did as Ronan demanded.

When he took his ass in hand again, Noah struggled to keep his legs taut while relaxing his butt. It was impossible. Noah did his best to please, knowing that he was destined to anger his master. Clearly, that was what Ronan was going for. Ronan deliberately gave him tasks he would fail to accomplish so he could keep on punishing him.

“Oh, Noah. You are in so much trouble.”

Ronan’s hot breath caressed Noah’s exposed hole. He gasped at both the delicious feeling and Ronan’s words. “Sir?”

“You’re so tight it’s going to take weeks for me to open you up.”

“Open me up for what?”

“My cock.”

Noah’s eyes rolled back as he pictured Ronan struggling to thrust his thick tool into the narrow channel of his ass. When Ronan let go of his buttocks, Noah uttered a sigh of disappointment. He couldn’t see Ronan, but Noah knew he’d moved away, because he took his body heat with him.

When he returned, Noah wondered what would happen next. He wasn’t prepared for Ronan’s finger to slide down his back again. Just like before, he stopped his descent right above the split in Noah’s buttocks. Holding his breath, keen with anticipation, Noah felt something cool and slippery slide down into his crevice. Noah almost asked what was going on but stopped himself at the last second.

When Ronan’s finger slid downward with barely any friction, he realized it was some kind of lubricant. The closer Ronan got to actually touching Noah’s hole, the more he extended his legs and angled his ass up. He wanted to feel his touch there. He wanted to feel him slide that thick, rough finger in and make him dance in his manacles.

With maddening slowness, Ronan moved his finger lower. When the tip touched the edge of Noah’s hole, he gasped. If not for the restraints, he knew he would reach back and hold himself open for Ronan’s touch. Just when he didn’t think he could stand it anymore, Ronan eased his finger inside Noah’s ass.

Lifting his head, Noah let out a cry of relief. He felt as if he’d been holding his breath for all of his life, waiting for this precise moment. Somehow, through everything that had happened in the span of half a day, he’d discovered himself.

Faster, firmer, flicking the tip over Noah’s prostate, Ronan worked his finger in and out while Noah struggled to stop himself from screaming.

“Scream all you want, you filthy boy. No one can hear you but me. No one is going to come and save you from the truth.”

Crying out in need and pleasure, Noah ultimately surrendered to sensation and had the most mind-bendingly intense orgasm of his life.

Chapter Seven

Ronan had made a submissive climax without touching his cock before, but this was different. For one, he was using his bare hands and not a toy, something he’d never done. Another was his own reaction. Ronan was so close to finding release it was something he could almost taste. The feel of Noah’s rectum quivering around his finger was what brought him to the edge of that luscious precipice. In the midst of his pleasure, Noah was stunning.

Long, strong legs tried to come together but the spreader bar held them wide. His head was up and back as his hands futilely grasped for something to hold on to. His cries were loud, lusty, and seemed to reach right into Ronan’s soul. As much as Ronan wanted to simply step close and rub his cock against Noah—one stroke would probably make him climax—he couldn’t. The moment was Noah’s and his alone. Honored that Noah had trusted him enough to give him control, Ronan wouldn’t do anything to violate that trust. Even his own need to reach release couldn’t compel him to do something they hadn’t agreed on earlier.

Once the pulsing jets of his climaxed ceased, Noah went limp on the table. Ronan withdrew his finger. From the supplies in the closet, he cleaned off his hands and then gently wiped the sticky lube off Noah. He then applied a protective salve to Noah’s bottom. He hadn’t broken the skin, but his light paddling had turned his skin rosy. Ronan put the cream on him mainly because the thought of injuring such beautiful skin bothered him. Once he had him free of the spreader bar and manacles, Ronan helped Noah to stand upright.

“It’s okay if you feel woozy. Lean on me.” Noah clung to Ronan as he walked him over to the closet. “Hold on to the wall for just a moment.” Ronan removed a robe and helped Noah pull it on, then grabbed one for himself. The garments were just simple white cotton, but they were also extremely soft. After an intense scene, a submissive needed comfort. It was called aftercare, and it was an essential part of what Ronan did.

Once they were dressed, Ronan put his arm around Noah and helped lead him to the couch in the living room. Carefully, attentive to the fact that his bottom would be sensitive, Ronan settled in with Noah tucked to his side. When Noah burst into tears, Ronan hugged him close.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Relax. It’s normal.” He’d witnessed all kinds of reactions after the end of a session. That Noah felt emotionally overwhelmed really wasn’t surprising. His fears and concerns were rooted in his emotions, not in his physical state.

“Really?”

“Really.” Ronan kissed Noah’s head. He understood now how important it was for Noah to be perceived as normal. If Ronan could teach him anything, he hoped he’d be able to give him the inner strength to know that he was normal inside his own head without having to worry what anyone else thought.

Noah continued to sob, but not hysterically. Much like his climax, this seemed to be an emotional release. Many people found BDSM cathartic.

After his tears faded away, Ronan assured him, “You were amazing.”

“I was?”

“You were.” Ronan kissed his head again, loving the feel of his silky hair across his lips. “You were so strong.”

“But it seemed like we spent longer on negotiation than we did doing the scene.”

“That’s also normal. Later on, once we know one another better, we’ll be able to spend less time laying the groundwork and more time in the playroom.” Ronan hugged him. “Believe me, for a first-timer, you were utterly perfect.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank
you
.” Ronan couldn’t remember ever being so engaged. He’d wanted to make everything perfect for Noah, because seeing him come into his own gave Ronan more pleasure than any orgasm ever could or would. In a curious way, Ronan had felt as if he’d almost absorbed Noah’s bliss.

“Oh, no.” Noah moved back and looked up. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You didn’t—or did you?” Noah looked down at Ronan’s lap. His still-hard cock was tangled up in the fabric of the robe but still quite visible.

“I didn’t, but that’s okay.”

Noah’s gaze came up, his expression twisted with distress.

“What’s wrong?”

“If I don’t make this good for you, you won’t want to do this anymore.”

Ronan found his concern sweet and indicative of Noah’s personality. He would never be a man who took without giving something back. Such reciprocity was built into the very core of his being.

Cupping his chin, Ronan peered deep into blue eyes that were no longer awash in innocence. “After what just happened, I can assure you I will want do that again.” In fact, it was far more likely Ronan wouldn’t want to do that with anyone else
but
Noah.

Reassured, Noah relaxed into his side.

Rather than tell him how excited he was that he’d finally broken out of his apathy, Ronan kept his focus on Noah. “Are you sore?”

“No. I feel like I’m floating.” Noah sighed. “I’m thirsty, though.”

“I’ll get some water.”

“I can help.”

“Stay here and relax. It’s part of aftercare.”

“I read about that online.”

“Good.” Ronan resisted the urge to kiss him. “Are you hungry?”

“No. Thank you.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Ronan washed his hands in the kitchen, scrubbing under his nails. He splashed water on his face and then brushed back his hair. He took a moment to look out the window over the sink. His view wasn’t much, since he was surrounded by warehouses, but he did have a little yard with some grass, a flower garden, and a patch of beautiful white sand. It was his spot of Zen in the midst of chaos. Occasionally, when he was riveted to a task, he lost track of time. Such was the case today. He felt he’d only spent an hour with Noah, but the truth was closer to four. Since it was still summer, they had a good stretch of daylight ahead of them. Pleased, because Ronan wanted to spend more time with Noah, he retrieved two bottles of water from the fridge.

When he came back into the living room, Noah was sitting on the couch with his hands in his lap. His eyes were closed and a richly satisfied smile turned his face from cute to handsome.

For just a moment, Ronan appreciated not only Noah’s beauty, but also the fact that the strain that had seemed almost as much a part of him as his flawless skin or keen intelligence was gone. Ronan didn’t think it was a permanent state, but the more he could give Noah during their sessions, the stronger he would become.