Chapter 26
Noah is so lost in the moment, he hasn’t heard me walk in. It’s a beautiful sight, but not one I can allow him to finish. I’m interested in what it is on the list that has him hard and needing release. I’m going to make him tell me explicitly what has him masturbating.
“Stop!” I command, my Dom coming out loud.
Noah stills, his eyes fly open, but it’s too late to stop his dick from spurting cum over his fist and over his fingers.
I know we haven’t discussed rules, what we expect from each other, that’s what tonight is all about.
But I think he knows enough to know that this isn’t allowed, that he needs permission to come.
As I stride across the room, Noah scrambles to pull up his sweatpants and wipe his release over the legs of them. “I…I…I’m sorry. I didn’t know I’m not allowed to.”
“Oh, come on, Noah, that’s submissive 101. But you’re right, we haven’t discussed the dos and don’ts. So, we’re going to do that in a minute. First, I want you to tell me what had you so turned on?”
His eyes dart down to the paper on the floor, and he bends to snatch it up.
But before he says anything, I have to remind him about telling the truth.
“Noah, look at me please.” I wait for his eyes to meet mine.
“Good boy. This is the last time I’m going to ask you, it doesn’t mean you can’t stop this anytime you want but tell me now that this is what you want.
Training starts from the moment you say yes. ”
“I want this,” he waves the sheet of paper at me.
“There’s very little on this list that is a limit, soft or hard.
Breath play makes me nervous, so I’m putting that as a soft limit for now.
I want you, Saint. I want you to be my Dom.
I know it’s going to be hard and painful at times.
I may even think I hate you, but ultimately, it’s going to be so, so good. ”
I step up close and pull him into me. It’s not a tender move, I want him against my chest. My mouth close to his ear, I trace the shell with my tongue before I bite on his lobe.
It’s a firm bite, and he whimpers and sags.
God, he’s so responsive. I grab his arse, squeezing the firm muscles hard, knowing he’ll feel every stripe that was put there last night.
“From now on, you will call me Sir, and I will call you boy. What had you wanking like a schoolboy?”
Noah looks up at me, he’s so much shorter than I am. I love it. “The thought of you humiliating me, all the ways that will happen. It’s so hot.”
This surprises me. I didn’t think that would be his kink, but I’m thrilled.
It’s definitely one of my favourite ways to torture my boy.
“That makes me very happy, boy. It’s something I enjoy too.
” I bend my head down to capture his mouth with mine.
It’s a brutal kiss, one where I’m in total control as I devour him.
When I break away, Noah looks wrecked, his pupils blown, his eyes heavy-lidded and lust-drunk.
“Let’s go into the living room and go through the rules and then the list. First, I want you to strip. Whenever we are in private, here or at your place, you will be naked. I may add some little toys to make you even more beautiful, but for today, naked will do.”
For the next couple of hours, we talk through the rules and the list of what he wants to try, what are a firm yes or a solid no. There aren’t too many of those. Which makes me very happy and horny. It’s time to get down to business.
“I want you to suck me, boy. I don’t care how inexperienced you are, I can teach you everything you need to know about how to pleasure me with your mouth.
” I stand up and point to the spot in front of me.
“Kneel there and put your hands behind your back, knitting your fingers together. I only want your mouth.”
Noah’s eagerness is refreshing, he’s on his knees, sitting on his heels. There’s no fake coy flirting, no sashaying hips and pouty lips that I would’ve seen from Tate, Roman, or any of the other pretty-boy subs. This—him—is what I’ve been missing.
Noah leans forward, pressing a kiss to the tip as he looks up through his thick black eyelashes.
He looks like sin, perfect, untouched sin.
I nudge my hips forward, making my cock push up to his lips, he parts them and licks and slurps the crown before opening further, allowing me to push deeper inside the wet heat.
I want to test his gag reflex, teach him to relax his muscle to let me in his throat.
It doesn’t take too long before he coughs and tries to move away.
“Stay, get used to it, just relax and take it slow.” I pull back just a little, then nudge further.
“Breathe through your nose.” I repeat the process over and over, saliva is pouring from the sides of mouth, dripping down his chin.
Tears streak down his cheeks as he tries and tries to take me deeper.
“Such a good boy, you look so beautiful, stuffed full of my cock. I’m so pleased with you.
You can do it, you can take me all the way. ”
I stroke my hands through his hair and grip it tightly, holding him in place, and with a final push, I get past and into his throat.
I loosen the grip on his hair to feel my dick lodged in his pipe.
I don’t leave it too long and pull back and out of his mouth.
Noah gulps air into his mouth, breathing heavily, then opens up again.
“Suck,” I instruct him, letting him take over. I’m not surprised at the lack of skill, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. His cheeks hollow as he pulls me deep again, his tongue swirling around the head and up the length of my rock-hard shaft.
My orgasm builds, the tingle in my balls as they draw up into my body, ready to shoot. The first spurt has him choking. I pull out, coating his tongue, and then as I withdraw completely, I spray his lips and cheeks with the remains of my cum.
“Perfect, such a good boy. You look beautiful covered in my spunk.” I lean down and lick at the sticky salty mess, cleaning his face, then feeding it back to him. He sucks keenly on my tongue, making my dick twitch again.
When the kiss ends, Noah smiles at me. “Thank you, Sir.”
God, this feels so right. Like I’ve been waiting for him, everything I’ve done, all that I’ve learnt is so I’m ready for him. “I want to fuck you so much right now, but I think we’ve done enough tonight.”
“I want you too. I don’t want this to end.” His words come out in a rasp, his throat sore from the intrusion. I don’t want his achievements lost because all he’ll think about is being fucked for the first time.
“It’s not ending, boy. You’ve done so well, but I know you’re tired and probably sore. We’re going to take a shower and then I need to feed you. You’ll sleep here with me tonight, and tomorrow, we’ll try some other things.”
I hold out my hand for him and help him stand up. It’s only then that I notice the wet patch on his stomach and thighs. “Oh dear, boy. What have you done?”
The blush on his cheeks as he casts his eyes down says all I need to know. “I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t stop it.”
“Any other time this happens, you’ll be punished. You are not allowed to come without my permission. I’ll let you off this one last time.”
I lead him to the bathroom. As I turn on the light, Noah looks in the mirror, and whatever he sees makes him happy. He smiles shyly when I meet his gaze in the mirror. “What’s making you smile?”
“You wrecked me, Sir.” His lips are red and swollen, there are remnants of cum and tears smeared on his face, and his eyes are red. He’s right, he looks thoroughly debauched.
I reach for him, pulling his naked body against mine. “This is just the beginning.”