Chapter 51
Saint is out this evening—he hasn’t said why, and I guess if I needed to know, he would’ve told me.
He’s been acting a little weird, but assures me it’s nothing I’ve done, just a couple of things he needs to check out.
As it is, I’m fine by myself. All my stuff is here now after the brothers helped us empty the flat last night.
It’s weird that Kip and Robin have decided to keep the lease rather than me having to pay to break the contract.
I think they’re going to rent it out. It is another thing they have done for me that has made me grateful to be here and with them all.
I’ve got my sketch pad open, working on a design I want Saint to ink on me.
I haven’t asked him yet, but I can’t see him saying no.
We’ve become so much closer after the scene at the club last weekend.
I’m still amazed it happened, that I let the other men touch me.
Just remembering hearing them talk so dirty to me has made me hard a couple of times.
It good that Saint likes me hard all the time.
Now, he wants me to tell him every moment of it so he can fuck me as I call myself all the names the other Doms called me.
I keep waiting for embarrassment to hit me, to feel some shame for what I did.
There’s no way I would’ve ever imagined this six months ago.
Yet, it’s right. Saint has found the locked-up part of me I didn’t know I had, which brings me back to the design.
The phoenix bursting from a flaming cage—I knew I’d left the space on my back free for a reason.
It’s got late, and Saint isn’t back yet. I send him a quick text letting him know I’m going to bed. I don’t even hear him come in, but there’s a warm body wrapped around me when I wake up.
“I’m at the gym tonight. I’ve got yoga, but the self-defence class has finished. The next isn’t for a month.” I tell Saint as we have breakfast. “Do you want to pick me up after? I can grab an Uber or Knox will bring me home.”
“I can get you, but I’m working until nine, can you hang around with Knox?”
I nod; it’s no hardship to stay there. My original hatred of any kind of exercise facility has gone, even if I’m not using any of the equipment. “Yeah, thanks. What time did you get back last night?”
“Just after midnight. I’m sorry I was out so long. I had to wait for an appointment to be over with, it dragged on longer than it should’ve done.”
The frown on his face makes me think it wasn’t a good meeting. “Did you get it all sorted out though?”
“Yes, there won’t be any more trouble.” Then he scowls. “Not that there was anything to worry about. I just wanted to be sure.”
Why does he look like he’s just said something he shouldn’t? He’s lying about something. I don’t want to rock the boat and drop it. It seems he wants to do the same thing when he pulls my sketch book to in front of him. “Can I?”
“Of course.” I’m more than happy to let him see. I like to hear his thoughts, it’s why I’m here. Especially if he can make it an even better picture.
“Wow! Noah, this is incredible.” He stares at the work I spent all last night on. “That’s going to look fantastic. Your client is going to be blown away.”
“Um, that’s where you come in. It’s for me, and I want you to do it.”
He looks at me surprised. “Where? The space on your back? I’m honoured, Noah. We’ll start this weekend.”
That went easier than I expected. I thought he’d need persuading. Or change it to a drawing he’s designed. “Thank you.”
“You sound surprised. Why would you think I wouldn’t? You know how much I love putting my hands on you. Adding ink to you will be my pleasure, I promise you.”
We talk on about more boring things, our diaries, whether or not we go for dinner with the guys this week. It’s strange how with just one look, Saint could have me on my knees with his dick in my mouth. Yet, he doesn’t. He’s getting better at the boyfriend life, but I kind of wish he would.
“What’s just gone through your mind?” The corner of his mouth lifts in a half-smile.
I feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks. “Only how you’ve got the hang of being a boyfriend.”
“And…” He rolls his hand in a carry on way, knowing exactly what I’m thinking but wanting me to spit it out.
“And nothing, apart from how much I like it.” I smile, trying not to look guilty.
“One of the best parts of being a Dom is reading body language, and you, my naughty little cock-slut, are thinking something else. Something that I like.”
I squirm on my seat for a little longer, knowing he’s going to give me what I want, only it comes with words, rather than a look. Three little words. “On your knees.”
“This is what I was thinking about, Sir.”
“Then be a good cum-whore and open your mouth.”
It seems that just a little Dom when he’s in boyfriend mode is exactly what we both like, and by the time I finish up my last client, my good mood is still with me.
I kiss Saint as I leave to go to the gym.
“I’ll see you later. I’ll call a cab if Knox isn’t going to be there,” I say with a wave as I walk out of the door.
The gym is as busy as always, but I manage to see Knox and wave hello before heading down to the yoga room. Blake is already in there, stretching out his limbs. I admire the grace and strength of his body. “Damn, man, I wish I could do that,” I greet him.
“Keep coming to class and you’ll be doing it in no time. Think of what Saint will say when you bend like this.” He laughs and gives me a hug.
I put my mat down, letting it unroll, then adding my towel and starting my own stretches.
After a long day bent over different body parts, I need this and know my joints will be cracking and popping as they stretch and realign.
The voices of the other people fill the room, but I don’t pay much attention to them.
I say hello to a few after the class, but this is my time.
My time to calm my brain down, especially after the scene on Sunday.
The images are still fresh and strong in my mind, and as much as I loved every moment, I need to be able to put it to one side.
It’s one part of my life, not all of it.
When Blake starts the class, the chatter stops as we focus and breathe. It’s not until the end and we’re all slowing our breathing down that I hear a whisper and my name mentioned. I try to tune it out, but I recognise the voice. Tate.
Now, there’s no way I’m going to be able to ignore him, he must be close for me to hear a whisper.
“He was stood on one of the low tables totally naked and wanking for four Doms.”
“You’re not supposed to talk about what happens—you know the bloody rules. Anyway, he can hear you.”
His voice drops lower; this time I can’t work out what he’s saying.
Blake speaks slowly, letting us come out of our zones in our own time. I stand up slowly, letting the class empty before gathering my kit. I give Tate and Roman time to leave. “Thanks, Blake, I needed that.”
When I get to the main gym, I can’t see Knox. I really need to talk to him; he’ll know what’s going on. He should know that the two guys were discussing the club and what I did there. I hang around for a few more minutes, but there’s no sign of him, so he must be in a class.
When I get outside, Tate is leaning against the wall, his foot up resting on it and his arms crossed casually over his chest. He’s a beautiful man, but he loses all of that when he sneers at me.
“What do you want, Tate?”
He smiles, but it’s got an edge to it I don’t like.
He pushes away from the wall, walking the six or seven strides it takes to reach me.
“I just wanted to see if you were okay. I was surprised to see you. I thought you’d be too upset.
I mean, you’re a new sub, so you’re bound to have more feelings for your first Dom.
Saint said he was going to explain it to you after he came to see me last night.
He was embarrassed by your attempt on Sunday night, and I get it.
I saw you, and you looked so amateur, like a kid trying his first wank.
Anyway, I just wanted to say no hard feelings.
I’m sure with a bit of training, you’ll get your own Dom soon.
It’s time to leave the big boy to me. But I didn’t want to leave you with no one to train you, to teach you exactly how to sub. ”
I can’t think of anything to say except he’s lying.
There’s no way Saint would go to him, and after the loving and tenderness he’s shown me since then, I know he loves me.
But he did go out, he did leave me for a long time.
I can’t believe he would do this to me. Before I can think of a reply, Oscar walks around corner.
My heart stops. I step back as he rubs his hands together.
“I think you and I have a scene to finish. Somewhere more private this time, since your Dom,” he sneers the word. “Had me banned from all the clubs.”
Tate steps next to him and grins. “Y’see, Noah? You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish.”
Just as Oscar reaches for me, the door behind me opens, and I hear Knox call out. “Noah?” Then he gets closer. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Fuck off, Knox, this is between me and the boy,” Oscar growls. Tate looks like he’s about to come in his pants.
I risk looking behind me, Knox looks angrier than I’ve ever seen him.
“Let’s go.” There’s panic in Tate’s voice as he tugs on the hideous man’s arm.
“What the fuck just happened?” Knox asks, his hands on my shoulders.
I start to shake, relief overtaking the absolute fear that had me paralysed. “Fuck, Knox. I need Saint.”