Chapter 36
It’s Monday, and I’m waiting for Noah. After spending the last few days with him, I was surprised when he announced last night that he was going home.
He said he had some drafts he needed to get prepped for a customer to come and look over.
It felt weird without him, and I missed him in my bed, even though up until three days ago, he was a virgin.
I can still taste him on my tongue when I think of him coming down my throat at the end of our night at the club.
My dick stirs at the memory of his back, red from the fronds of the flogger, the noises he made as the intensity built up.
God, I never thought I’d find a sub I wanted to spend all my time with, then again, I never thought I’d fall in love.
I rarely think about my birth father, but when I realised how much I needed to dominate, I couldn’t help comparing myself to him.
Thank fuck for Dad and Pops—they’d never hid their Dom/sub relationship.
It was a softer version than I craved, but they knew how and where to steer me when I was old enough to join the clubs I needed.
Learning to sub was hard, like really hard, but I learnt so much from the time with Master John.
Becoming the Dom I know I am took time and patience, not just from me but from my master and the subs I practiced with.
The bell rings over the door. When I look up, I expect to see Noah, but it’s not. It’s my dad. He smiles, looking around the room, and I know how proud of me he is. “Hey, what’s up, old man?” I’m still annoyed at his comment at the brunch.
“Less of the old, if you don’t mind.” He gives me a hug. “Where’s Noah?”
“He’ll be here soon. I expected you to be him.” This is unusual, he doesn’t normally drop in, and why is he looking uptight? Then I put two and two together—Noah. This is about me and Noah. “You’d better say what you’re here to say before he gets here.”
“Am I that obvious? Yeah, I’ll be quick. How is he getting on? It was a surprise to see him kneeling. Even you were taken aback.”
“I was, but it was all him. We hadn’t talked about being with family, and what, if anything, I expected. What else?”
“Does he know and understand exactly what your type of dominance is? Because I’ve seen you with subs, and your methods can be extreme. Are you heading for TPE with him, because that’s a lot for someone just discovering their submission.”
I look at him as if he’s a stranger. Does he really think Noah and I haven’t talked about everything, that we’re working through new experiences together.
That I love him. “You have nothing to worry about. We’re not getting anywhere near total power exchange yet, maybe never.
Noah understands everything, and more importantly, he wants it.
He’s not just a sub, Dad. He’s my boyfriend, and I love him.
I’m not going to do anything to hurt him.
Well, that’s not true, but that’s not what I mean, and you know it.
Don’t doubt me or him. It’s good—it’s better than good. ”
He holds his hands up in front of me. “Okay, okay. I didn’t mean to offend you, but he’s new to us, and Robin adores him. We wanted to make sure this was his decision, not doing it just to be with you. He’s crazy about you and has been since he got here.”
“Christ, do you think I’d do that? Take advantage of him?
Dad, I can have any sub in any of the clubs on his knees with just a glance.
If this was only about me getting my rocks off, I’d be with anyone I wanted.
This is about me and him, together as partners in and out of a scene, and you know I’ve never done that before. ”
Before he can answer, the bell goes again, and this time it’s Noah. He looks at Dad, then me and frowns. Can he feel the tension between us? Probably. He’s incredibly astute. “Hi, Kip. Are you here for some ink?”
“No, not this time. I was passing, so I thought I’d come and say hello.” His smile is warm but not quite natural enough to get away with.
Noah chuckles. “I thought you’d be giving Saint twenty questions about us.” He walks further into the shop and up to me. He lifts his head for a kiss, one I’m more than happy to give.
“I missed you last night,” I murmur against his lips.
“Right, guys, I’m off. Have a good day. Will you be at the gym later?”
“Maybe, I’ll see what time we’re done here.”
With a wave over his shoulder, Dad leaves.
“He was totally giving you the dad talk, wasn’t he.” Noah steps even closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist. “I missed you, too, Sir.”
That one word has me kissing him again. Much harder this time. With my hands in his hair, I devour him until he whimpers into my mouth. “When’s your appointment?”
“Not for another half an hour.”
“Get in the office.”
I listen to Noah with half an ear. His confidence has grown so much from the nervous kid that didn’t know how to speak to a client, to the man talking through his ideas for a full back piece to a young guy that already has a sleeve Noah did as one of his first pieces here.
It’s going to be awesome, but will take a lot of hours, giving him a pretty penny at the end of it.
He’s going to be in the chair for at least four hours today.
The buzz of the needles is kept low under the sound of System of a Down blaring out through the speakers.
I’ve only got a few appointments, most of them small pieces, giving me time to get through some work in the office this afternoon.
Unfortunately, it also gives me the time to brood over Dad’s visit, it wasn’t so much his feelings about Noah, it’s more that he questioned my integrity.
That I have somehow coerced Noah into this lifestyle.
If only they knew how much Noah wants, that his need for it all, the dominance, the pain, the humiliation, is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
Until they see him for themselves, my family isn’t going to believe me. That’s on them, though.
The shop has gone silent. Noah must’ve finished.
I close my laptop and stand up, my back clicking as I stretch my arms above my head.
It’s one of the down sides of being a tattooist—the hunched over position does not do our backs, or posture, any good.
I need to make an appointment for a massage, and I’ll book one for Noah too.
Although, stretching him out on the cross will relieve any tension.
“I’m all done,” Noah says as he stands in the doorway of the office. “Have you got any evening clients?”
“Nope, I’m done for the day. I’m booked up for tomorrow and Wednesday.” I remember something Noah does. “Are you still doing your yoga and self-defence class with Knox?”
He nods. “As long as both of us have a free evening. We’ve both had things to do over the last couple of weeks, but it’s on for this week. I like it, Knox is a great guy, and I’ve learnt a lot. I don’t think I’ll be able to take you down, but I’m getting better.”
A bolt of jealousy courses through me. I don’t want him to be with Knox.
For my brother’s hands to be on what’s mine.
Noah sees it since he doesn’t miss much when it comes to my body language.
His smile is soft as he approaches me. “Don’t feel like that, Sir.
You own me, my body, all of me, and Knox knows that.
Plus, you teach me in other ways, so if you want to make sure Knox and anyone else at the gym know I belong to you, you need to leave your mark on my body.
” His voice is low, husky and full of need and desire.