Chapter 54
That was intense, the hardest I’ve pushed him in a long time, but he needed it. We needed it. I want him sated and relaxed for this evening. I know he thinks we’re doing more tonight, but I know that both mentally and physically, he won’t be up for anything but some downtime with our friends.
Am I taking a risk springing this on him tonight?
Probably, but for a kid that never had any fuss made of his birthdays—the last one he didn’t even tell me about.
He got a spanking for that, but it’s never a deterrent for him, he accepts his punishments with as much enthusiasm as he does his pleasures.
He deserves it, after the shit from Tate, who, after losing his memberships in all the clubs, eventually moved away.
The dumb boy wouldn’t let it drop; he still thought I’d get bored and choose him in the end.
One surprising friendship is the one Noah developed with Roman, it turns out he didn’t really like Tate, seeing the bully in him earlier than we did.
I think the fact that Jackson has taken a shine to the boy helps, and we’ve had some fun scenes with them both.
Tonight, though, I’m offering Noah my collar.
Not the one he wears for scenes, but the one I hope he’ll wear for the rest of his life.
I’m going to marry him, too, but I think the collar is more important to both of us.
A sign of our commitment to each other and the lifestyle we love.
A wedding band will give us the legal side of our relationship.
Am I dressing him up, or maybe I should say down, tonight?
Yes, obviously. He’s going to be locked up tight, plugged, if he’s not too sore, and nude enough to make every Dom and sub envious.
He starts to stir, stretching, then pulling it back.
His butt cheeks and arse are going to be sore, maybe his knees, too, but he won’t care.
As I look down at him with his head on my chest, his eyes blink open, and he smiles.
It’s still a sleepy one, but it won’t take him long to remember the rest of the evening.
“Hmm, I could get used to sleeping the afternoon away, especially after all we did.” He leans in to kiss my chest, his tongue circling lazily over my nipple, flicking at the gold bar that runs through it.
He pauses, seeming to think of something.
“Is that why you’ve been drinking water by the pint today? ”
I chuckle, reaching down to give his arse cheek a squeeze. “I didn’t think you’d noticed, but yes, and yesterday too. You enjoyed yourself, right?”
“Hell yeah, and I know you warned me, but it’s going to be a long time before I sit comfortably on a chair. I’ll just have to use you as a cushion.”
“I can deal with that. We need to get up and get some dinner; it’s going to be a busy night.” I kiss his forehead when he looks up to me.
His stomach growls, agreeing with me. “Something easy, like pasta. Lots of it too. We burnt a lot of calories. Ooh and garlic bread.” He frowns. “Unless I’m kissing someone else tonight.”
I smile at how easily he accepts being with someone else if I wish it. “You can have your garlic bread.”
Noah sits on my knee and winces again, I have foregone the butt plug and have promised to leave his hole alone for at least a few hours.
He is caged though, with it exposed to everyone, even though my dads will be here later, he won’t care.
He’s so proud of being my sub, he really would let me do anything in front of anyone.
“Stop fidgeting, or I’ll spank you again.” I squeeze his bare thigh, making him hum with pleasure. “You’re such a pain slut, I think I’m going to have to change my mind about letting you recover.”
He hums again. “I think I’d like that, Sir. Would you like me over your knee here? I mean, my arse is bare. I’m sure everyone would like to watch.”
Jackson, who has Roman on his knee, booms out a loud laugh. “I always want to see your ass turn red, boy.”
Just then Knox and Royal turn up, and Knox lets out a groan. “I thought this was going to be a spank free zone tonight.”
“What’s your problem, little brother, no one spanked you for a while,” I tease. “I’m sure there’s someone happy to make your arse cheeks blush.”
“Fuck off,” he replies, but there’s no malice in it.
He sits opposite us, next to Jackson and Roman.
Roman leans into him and says something, he’s too quiet to hear but Knox nods.
Then to my surprise, he kisses him, then does the same to Jackson.
I didn’t know this. It must be new, Noah would’ve told me if there was something he knew about, especially after the scene the four of us did a couple of weeks ago.
“So, am I gonna get spanked or not?” Noah’s sulky voice stops me looking at my brother.
Without any warning, I flip him over so he’s over my lap and give him six hard smacks. Then leave him like this. He giggles and wiggles, so I smack him again. “I think you need to stay like this until you remember your manners.”
Instead of apologising, he parts his legs—ever the exhibitionist—and exposes his hole. As I slip my finger down his crease, he moans, shuddering at the promise of things to come. Much to his disappointment, I don’t go any further than tapping on his still puffy pucker.
“Okay, I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t be a brat again,” he huffs, still totally bratty. But I love it.
As I swing him back to sit on my knee, I kiss him. It’s no gentle sweet kiss like the ones we shared this afternoon. It’s deep, rough and brutal as I bite on his tongue and nip his lips. The kiss subsides when he relaxes into me, compliant again. “Good boy.”
He smiles when he sees everyone here, tipping his head up to kiss me again. “I want to suck your cock, Sir. I want your cum on my face.”
This is not what I had planned, but I’m never going to say no to his mouth around my dick. “Only if you can make me come quickly.”
He’s on his knees in a heartbeat, my leather trousers undone.
I’m not fully hard when he takes me into his throat, but it doesn’t take me long to be lodged in there.
He works me over with so much skill, I know he can do it, especially if I’m willing.
Our guests watch, Royal and Knox in amusement, Jackson and Roman with greed and desire.
That boy will be on Jackson’s cock by the time I finish.
A minute or two later, I grunt my release, even allowing the last spurts to hit his face.
He gets up and back onto my knee. “Thank you, Sir. Best birthday ever.”
I feed him the last of my spunk and see Dad and Pops have sat down. They’re smiling; they love Noah as much as I do. There’s no shock or surprise when he submits to me in their house. Not even when he always goes to the bathroom with me.
I’m aware that I need to get down to business, to actually give Noah his birthday present, but I’m suddenly nervous. I’ve never doubted that he might turn me down. But this makes it all very real, this is us committing to our TPE lifestyle forever.
I glance at my brothers; they’re smiling at me. Royal gives me a nod, as does Knox, so here goes nothing. I reach into the side of the wide chair and pull out the long, narrow leather case.
“Noah, boy. I’ve got a present for you, for us.” I know he heard the quiver in my voice, because he lifted his head from my shoulder.
“A present? Another one?” He’s already had gifts from me and the family at dinner yesterday.
I tip him off my knee and into the chair so I can stand up.
He looks confused, even more so when I go on to one knee.
“Noah, you have changed my life and my heart. I never thought I’d find a man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
Until you walked into my studio full of nerves, but a strength and determination for someone so young.
As a Dom, I found my perfect sub. The boy that had the same wants and needs deep inside him as I have.
You are my perfect boy, even when you’re being a brat.
I offer you this as my commitment to you, to us, and to our lifestyle.
Would you please do me the honour of wearing my collar? ”
I lift the lid of the box and look at him. His mouth is open in shock, his eyes bright with emotion, a good emotion, I hope. But the longer he takes to answer, the more nervous I become. He’s going to say no.
Then with a trembling hand, he touches the black leather, the heavy clasp with a lock and a plate that simply says ‘boy’.
“Forever?” His voice as shaky as his hand.
I nod. “If you’ll have me.”
Then he nods and launches at me, pushing me down on my back on the floor. “Yes. Fuck, yes. A million yeses.”
We clamber back up, and I pull out the leather and put it around his neck. When he hears the click of the lock, he shivers. I pull him back to me and kiss him hard, our tongues tangling as we grip each other, him with his hands in my hair, me with handfuls of perfect, round arse.
I’m only vaguely aware of someone speaking. “Is that Memphis?”
Coming Next
I never thought I’d see Saint have a boyfriend; his kind of kink is what I would call…intense. Others may say hard-core or even sadistic. But it’s not. Well, maybe a little, but he’s always cared for the subs he has scenes with.
Now he’s collaring not only his boyfriend, but his employee, Noah. Noah turned up out of the blue just over a year ago and all but demanded a job. He got himself a whole lot more.
I’m a big fan of physical displays, we are in a kink club, after all, but I turn my head to talk to one of my brothers. Drake.
But his gaze is in the club. He frowns but continues to look. “Is that Memphis?”
I spin my head around so fast it’s like something out of a horror show, but I don’t see anyone. “Are you sure?” I look back at Drake.
“No, just got a glimpse of the guy. There was something familiar about him, that’s all.”
Should I go and look for him? I don’t bother, he left without a word and none of us has seen or heard from him since.