The Mormon and the Dom (14 page)

As per instructions, Noah honked twice to be let into the garage. Using the clicker, Ronan opened the door and then closed it behind Noah. Once he parked, Noah climbed out of the car. He was wearing a green polo shirt tucked into khaki shorts. On his feet, he had simple no-name tennis shoes. He looked like the perfect little Mormon.

“Noah.” Saying his name caused Noah to look his way. When he did, his eyes went wide. Ronan was wearing custom-made black leather pants from Tony’s shop. The supple material clung to his every ridge, valley, and curve. Noah’s tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth when he got a look at Ronan’s bulge.

“Hi—hi, Ronan.” Noah’s voice caught, but he pushed onward. It was clear he was nervous as hell, but he’d done exactly as Ronan demanded. In his hand, he held his satchel that no doubt held his similarly fashioned leather pants.

“Come inside.” Ronan turned away, giving him a good look at his ass. He grinned when he heard a gasp.

Once inside, they settled at the table and negotiated the scene. One good thing about the length of time between sessions was that Noah had put some serious thought into what he wanted. He still struggled to convey his wishes to Ronan, but he was marginally better than he had been last time. An added bonus was that he wanted Ronan to climax. Even better, Noah wanted Ronan to get off in such a way Noah was able to feel his release. He’d leave the details up to Ronan.

“I know this takes the sexy right out of it, but I have to ask about…” Noah trailed off, ducked his head, drew a deep breath, and after the longest pregnant pause in the universe he finished with one word that made his trepidation clear. “Diseases.”

Ronan rose from the table. He went into the playroom and retrieved several items. The first was a certificate from his doctor. “It’s part of being a Dom. I don’t mind providing you with proof.” His last name was blacked out on the single sheet, but it clearly showed he’d been tested and found negative for the most common STDs along with hepatitis and HIV.

“I’m sorry I have to ask, but that site said if we were going to do certain things, it was a necessity.

“Again, I don’t mind.”

“I don’t have something similar to show you.” Noah met Ronan’s gaze briefly.

“You’re a virgin.”

Noah cringed at the word as if it were an accusation.

“It pleases me that you are.” Already, Ronan was slipping into character. Normally, he waited until he was in the playroom, but he was eager to get started. “Before we begin, I want you to look at these.”

Noah’s mouth dropped open when Ronan placed two black butt plugs and a paddle on the table.

Pointing to the plugs, Ronan said, “I think these are the best sizes to work with.”

After a moment to consider, Noah picked up each in turn, starting with the smaller one. Ronan was quite sure they looked enormous to Noah’s novice eyes, but the truth was these were the absolute smallest in Ronan’s prodigious collection.

“It won’t hurt?”

“I won’t hurt you with these toys or any others.”

“The paddle won’t hurt?” Noah’s gaze darted to the wide, flat wooden paddle Ronan had brought in from the playroom to show him.

“Not the way I intend to use it.”

That caused Noah to shiver. After approving the toys, he slid them over to Ronan’s side of the table.

“There’s only one other thing.” Ronan used to love this part because it stroked his ego like nothing else in the world, but he felt a confusing mixture of sadness and shame when he had to ask Noah for the money.

“I have it.” From the side pocket of his shorts, Noah took out his wallet. There was a sheaf of bills inside that actually made folding the thing in half almost impossible. Noah placed a stack of twenties on the table. “It’s all there.”

Trusting him, Ronan left the pile of money right where Noah had put it.

“Come. It’s time to begin.” Ronan strode toward the playroom with the preselected toys and Noah’s leather pants in his hands. Noah was right behind him. Once he was inside, Ronan closed the door. “From now on, when this door closes, our session officially begins.”

“Yes, sir.”

God, he was so perfect it was almost painful. “You will take off your clothes and hang them up just as you did last time.” Ronan set all the items on a table within reach of the area he intended to use. Before Noah arrived, he’d placed a bottle of lube on the table, and below was a plastic bucket filled with cleaning solution. As soon as he was done with a toy, he would drop it in there. Afterward, he would meticulously clean everything and put it back in the collection.

Noah hesitated.

“Noah?”

“Are you angry with me?” Noah didn’t look up, but Ronan sensed this had nothing to do with their scene.

“No.” Ronan was angry things hadn’t turned out the way he’d wanted them to go. He was also very keen to have his release after such a long time of self-imposed chastity. However, he had been abrupt with Noah. “If I were angry with you, I would tell you.”

Noah looked up, his big blue eyes wary.

Stepping close, Ronan cupped his chin and kissed him. It was not at all how a session should start, but he felt Noah was a special case. He needed reassurance and that was exactly what Ronan was going to give him.

Noah melted into him, deepening the kiss. His hunger was as great if not greater than Ronan’s own. If only he could overcome all the roadblocks in his head, they could be together and blissfully happy. As Ronan stepped back, he realized he could help Noah get to that state of mind. That was exactly what he intended to do.

“Are you ready to continue?”

“I am.”

“What’s the safeword?”

“Constantinople.”

“Excellent.”

Ronan watched Noah undress. He moved with precise motions and dutifully hung all his clothing up in the closet, then tucked his shoes underneath. Ronan was positive he did this at home in possibly the exact same way.

“Stand there for a moment.” Ronan was enjoying looking at Noah’s body. He was amazingly built. If he concentrated on a modest workout regimen, he would have a totally ripped physique. Even now, just below a shallow layer of fat, the form was there.

From the ceiling, Ronan pulled down a simple restraining device. It was a just a varnished dowel of wood with holes drilled in either end. Into the holes were two lengths of rope, knotted at the bottom so they held steady. The other ends of the ropes were attached to a winch, which was bolted to the ceiling. The contraption looked simple, but it was actually rather diabolical.

“Come here.”

Noah came to stand in the spot Ronan indicated.

“Grasp this bar in both hands. You will not take your hands away from this bar, no matter what happens.” The varnish on the wood would help him maintain his hold even if his hands became sweaty.

“Yes, sir.” Despite his confused expression, Noah did as instructed. Just like others who had been told to use this device, they didn’t see the issue. Not until it was too late.

Once Noah had the wood in his hands, Ronan lifted the device via the wench until Noah was forced to stretch out his body to hang on. Now he was starting to grasp the nature of the restraint.

Ronan walked around Noah several times, admiring him from all angles. Moving to the back of him, Ronan cupped one buttock and squeezed. Noah sighed and gripped the dowel tighter.

“Such a lovely, pale ass.” Ronan leaned close so that he was whispering into Noah’s ear. “I’m going to turn this red hot by the time I’m done with you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I didn’t ask you anything.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Silence.” Ronan hissed the one word into Noah’s ear, then gave him a series of cupped-palm slaps to warm him up.

Noah responded by dancing on his toes, struggling to hang on to the bar.

“Are you getting it now, Noah? It seems like such a simple thing to hold on to that device.” Ronan slapped him again, this time with his hand much flatter. Noah’s buttocks were warming up nicely. “But it’s going to become increasingly difficult.”

To Ronan’s mind, it was the perfect restraint. The only thing forcing Noah to maintain his position was his own desire to please. It was a psychological hold rather than a physical one. As Noah struggled to hold on, Ronan continued to spank his ass while chastising him for looking at his cock again. Noah swore he wasn’t, but they both knew he was lying. Below his leather pants, Ronan’s cock strained. He wanted to get to the good part with a desperation that was almost pathetic. He was a Dom. Not only should be in control of the situation but also of himself.

Once he had Noah’s butt nice and hot, he ordered, “Let go of the bar, bend over, and hold your buttocks apart.”

Shaking all over, Noah complied. Ronan deliberately used his left hand to stroke a finger over Noah’s trembling hole. He wanted his right hand clean for something he would do later. “Relax.”

“Yes, sir.”

If anything, Noah only tightened up.

From the table, Ronan took the smaller plug, coated it liberally with lube, and then slid it up and down Noah’s crack. Each time he went past his hole, he hesitated, holding the smooth end against the opening. Noah tensed, holding his breath. Waiting until he was relaxed wasn’t an option, so Ronan pressed the toy against him and slowly pushed it into Noah’s ass.

For all his fear, Noah eagerly lifted his butt to receive the toy.

“Do you feel that? That’s your very willing ass drawing the plug right in.”

With very little effort on his part, Ronan got the toy completely inside Noah and then ensured the base was seated comfortably along the split of his buttocks.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Noah whimpered, unsure how to answer.

“Tell me the truth, Noah.”

“It feels so incredibly good.”

Ronan smiled. He knew he’d eventually disabuse Noah of his fears of anal sex altogether, but the slow process was going to be immensely enjoyable.

“Put these on.” Ronan handed Noah his leather pants. Noah looked down at them rather dubiously, but he did as instructed. This time, it was Ronan who swallowed hard. The leather pants fit him perfectly. Tony was clearly a master of the art. Ronan didn’t frequent leather bars, but if he did, he’d be happy to walk in with Noah on his arm. What astonished him was that Noah didn’t look out of place in his formfitting leather pants. If anything, he morphed into a young, confident submissive. He seemed to gain a personality switch as soon as he buttoned them up. What was driving Ronan to distraction was the contrast between Noah’s innocent face and the lusty promise in his pants.

“Grasp the bar again.”

Once he was in position, Ronan grabbed the wooden paddle. While moving around Noah in a circle, he smacked the paddle against his palm, making the sound echo in the room. “You and I both know what you’ve been doing alone in your room.”

Noah’s eyes went wide. This was not negotiated beforehand. All Noah said was that he wanted Ronan to talk to him in a similar fashion to what he’d done last time. Ronan knew exactly what he’d accuse Noah of doing.

“You’ve been sneaking your hand under the covers and stroking your cock.”

“No.” Noah shook his head, but his eyes gave him away.

“How many times since you left me have you abused yourself?” Ronan didn’t actually think of masturbation as self-abuse, but Noah clearly did. He winced, shook his head, and swore he hadn’t been jacking off at night under the covers. “Liar.”

Ronan went around to Noah’s backside and swatted him with the paddle. Holes along both sides lessened the impact, but the varnished wood made a wonderful
splat
as it connected with Noah’s tight, leather-clad ass.

Noah made a sound that was a cross between a sigh of bliss and a cry of shock.

“Confess, you dirty boy. How many times have you jacked off since I saw you last?”

“I—I—no.”

Ronan paddled him several times, noting with satisfaction that Noah lifted his butt to accept his blows. Lowering the paddle so that it rested down the split of Noah’s bottom, Ronan stepped close. He placed his mouth against Noah’s ear. Using a husky whisper, he asked, “You feel that plug I buried in you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Clench up on it. Feel your ass gripping around the shaft to hold it steady.” Ronan slid the narrow width of the paddle up and down Noah’s buttocks, pressing it in tightly to tweak the base of the plug. “Someday soon, that will be my cock filling you up.”

Before Noah could react, Ronan stepped away and paddled him twice.

This time, the cry he made was all bliss. After taunting and teasing him a bit more, Ronan had him let go of the bar and remove his leather trousers. He then had him bend over and hold his buttocks apart. Ronan removed the toy and dropped it into the bucket of cleaning solution. He lifted the larger plug, coated it with lube, and then worked that into Noah’s ass. All the while, he kept up his rebuke of Noah’s masturbation.

Once he had him back in his leather pants, he had him get down on his knees. Ronan stood in front of Noah with his hands on his hips, his gaze narrowed down to Noah’s mouth.

“Don’t look away from me.”

Noah automatically held a perfect submissive pose. He lowered his face yet kept his gaze turned upward. “Yes, sir.”

“You are going to tell me how many times you masturbated, Noah. If you don’t, I’ll make your punishment much worse.”

Looking contrite, Noah finally confessed he’d masturbated six times. “I tried not to. I swear I really tried, but I just couldn’t help myself.”

“What were you thinking about while you were stroking your cock?”

“You.”

Ronan’s ego swelled. “Were you thinking about sucking my cock?”

Noah nodded without looking away.

Ronan extended his right index finger. “Show me.”

“But I want to actually—”

Ronan cut him off with a glare. Slowly, deliberately, he cupped his bulge. “If you want to suck my cock, you’ll prove to me you know what you’re doing on my finger first.”

“Yes, sir.” Suitably chastised, Noah rose up. This time when Ronan extended his finger, Noah parted his lips with hungry eagerness. Slowly, carefully, he licked a circle around the tip of Ronan’s finger. Had he been doing that to his cock, Ronan would have growled like a beast in the throes of an intense rut. Even though it was only his finger, he swore he felt every caress of Noah’s tongue echoed along his prick.