Chapter 25
My back hurts like a bitch, and I don’t know how I’m going to make it through my day, but I did this to myself, so I have to accept the consequences. Saint’s hand on my shoulder makes me flinch, I don’t know why I thought I could get a shower by myself, to have a pity party before facing him.
“Hey, Noah, sweetheart, it’s okay.” With his hands now on my hips, he turns me to face him. “Can I join you?”
I shrug. “It’s your shower.”
His face hardens, and his eyes narrow. “Don’t be a brat, Noah. It doesn’t suit you.”
“Sorry, I’m giving myself this shower to wallow, feeling sorry for myself. It fucking hurts.”
He kisses my temple. “Do you need the day off? I can reschedule your appointments.”
I’m shaking my head before he finishes speaking. “No, I’m not letting it fuck up this part of my life. It’s my fault, I can deal with it.” I grab the soap and lather up my hands and wash my chest and stomach. Saint doesn’t say anything else and takes the soap from me to wash.
Saint gets out, grabs a towel, and dries himself, still looking at me.
“I’ve printed off a list of things I enjoy doing with and to my sub.
Will you please read through it? Tick the ones you’d like to try, ones you’d like me explain, and of course, your hard limits.
Anything you’d like to try that isn’t on the list, add it, and we can discuss it.
Then I’d like us to go through it together, we can discuss each one.
There is no right or wrong with this, baby, it’s not a test. One thing, don’t look up anything on Google. ”
I nod as I switch off the water. Before I step out, Saint picks up a dry towel and holds it out for me. “Thank you.” I reach for it, but Saint shakes his head.
“I’m going to dry you. Stand still.” His tone has me immediately stopping, the deep rumble of his Dom voice makes my dick react, throb, and plump up.
Of course, Saint sees it, the flare of lust sparks fleetingly in his eyes but is extinguished as he raises an eyebrow.
“Keep that under control, or I’ll lock it in a cage. ”
I swallow audibly, wondering how the hell I’m going to stop getting hard when he’s running the towel over my body. As soon as the towel touches my back and even though he’s being gentle, the pressure feels like fire.
At least it makes my dick droop.
That changes when he moves to the rest of my body, even with the towel as a barricade, his touch excites me.
I pray for my dick to behave and think of anything disgusting to keep it from getting hard.
My old boss’s horrendous halitosis, my time in the children’s home, the bullying. Yep, that’s it, job done. No erection.
“Very good, Noah. I’m pleased with you.” His voice is a soft whisper in my ear, his warm breath making goosebumps break out and pebble my skin. “Royal collected everything of yours from the club, so get dressed and meet me in the kitchen.”
“Yes, Sir,” I croak, my voice giving my desire for him away.
When I get into the kitchen, Saint has two steaming cups of coffee on the table and is frying bacon, and in another pan is scrambling eggs. “Such a multi-tasker,” I chuckle as I walk up beside him.
He looks at me and winks. “You have no idea,” he says and drops a kiss on the top of my head.
It’s a casual, yet tender kiss, not one I would’ve expected from him.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to go full Dom when we’re having breakfast. And anyway, you’re cute, and I like kissing you. ”
I roll my eyes, and his grin turns devilish. “Once we’ve gone through the lists and your training begins, I don’t think you’ll like what happens if you roll your eyes at me.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” I give him a wink that has him shaking his head.
“You have no idea, babe.” He serves up breakfast and sets the plates down on the table. “I’ll let you eat this today, tomorrow I’ll be in charge.”
Once breakfast is over and I’ve cleaned up, Saint hands me an A4 envelope. “Here’s the list. Read it and let me know. Do not leave it where it can be seen by anyone else.”
My first client, Colin, arrives on time, making any thoughts other than his tattoo disappear. There’s no way I’m making a mistake because I’m thinking of anything else. With his arm prepped and all the colour pots full and ready, I add the stencil to his skin.
“Ready?” I ask before I start up the gun.
“Yep, let’s do this,” Colin nods and settles back in the chair.
I’m vaguely aware of Saint and his client talking and the music in the background, focusing only on the work in front of me. This is the first part of a full sleeve, and after four hours, I think we’re both getting to the end of this session.
“I think it’s time to tap out.” Colin speaks before I do.
“Yeah, my back’s beginning to ache. It’s a good place to stop too. The outline is done and most of the shading in the top quarter. Check out the mirror and see what you think.”
“Fucking hell, Noah. You’re the man.” Colin twists his arm left and right to get a proper look, his smile huge. “It’s gonna be so awesome.”
Saint comes out of his cubicle and assesses the work. “Nice, Noah. It’s going to be a stunner.”
Colin pays for today, confirms his next appointment and leaves. I stretch my arms out and then up above my head and groan as my back protests. My arse is just as painful. Fuck, it hurts. What the hell was I thinking? I’m lucky I haven’t lost my job as well as my chance with Saint.
“You need to rest. I’ve cancelled your other appointments and rescheduled them.”
I scowl at him, I need the money I would’ve made.
“You can’t just do that, Saint. I can’t afford to cancel, I’ve got rent and bills to pay.
I can deal with some pain. What are you going to do when it’s you who has left stripes on my body.
Will you stop me working then? Did you care about your other boys and if they were at work the next day? ”
“Just this one time, and I’ll cover your lost earnings.” He sighs. “You can’t keep fighting my decisions, not if you want to do this. I’ll be making most of your decisions, if you want total power exchange.”
“Not at work, Saint. I’m happy to respect your rules and to call you Sir, but I need to work.”
Saint turns around and walks away. I’m pretty sure I hear him muttering about mistakes and bratty subs.
I smile a little and shake out my limbs as much as I can without stretching too much.
But at least now that I have the rest of the day to myself.
I can go home and read up on the list. It’s been taunting me all day, teasing me with its unseen contents.
“I’m going to go home, Saint. I’ve got my reading material for the evening.” I wave the envelope at him.
“No, take it upstairs. We can talk through it when I’ve finished here. I won’t be long, I cancelled all but this next one. It’s not a big job, a couple of hours tops.”
“I need to go and get something else to wear. I’ll go home and change and be back before you finish up here.”
“Sure, bring a change for tomorrow too.” Implying I’ll be staying the night. I grin and nod my head.
I lie on my front on Saint’s bed and open the envelope, my fingers are trembling just a little bit as I read through the first items. He was right when he said he wanted to fist, flog, and fuck me.
He also wants to use hot wax, whips, gags, leather, and rope bondage.
There’s breath play, but luckily, no blood or scat play.
I know they’re hard limits for me. Piss play is okay, I’ve seen it in videos, and I’ve always found the act enjoyable.
I’ve seen some seriously hot scenes that have included that.
When I see humiliation, I pause. Heat rushes through me, and my heart beats faster as the image of kneeling for Saint the way he made Tate, to have my face covered in his cum for everyone to see. Yep, sign me up for that.
My dick throbs, stiffening beneath the soft cotton of my sweats, as I continue to read the examples of humiliating his sub—me.
I’m the sub he wants to do this to. Kissing his boots, being used as a footstool, being collared and leashed and made to crawl naked behind him. Being ignored, offered to other Doms.
Fuck!
My hand shakes as I slip it under the waistband and grab my cock.
The slit is already wet with precum as my thumb strokes over the head.
I’m so fucking turned on, and I haven’t finished the list. The paper slips from my fingers as I kneel up on the bed and start to stroke myself.
The slippery silk of the precum acts as lube as I rub harder, I know it’s not going to take long for me to come.
My breathing quickens as fire surges through my body and into my balls. Yes, fuck, yes. I’m gonna come.
“Stop!”