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When Noah closed his eyes and sucked the entire length of Ronan’s finger into his mouth, cradling it with his tongue, Ronan almost climaxed. He didn’t believe anyone was a natural born anything, but Noah might just be the most talented novice he’d ever encountered.

“That’s good. That’s very good, Noah. What a beautiful little cocksucker you are.”

Noah opened his eyes and peered up at Ronan. He was pleased by the praise as evidenced by his eagerness to continue sucking Ronan’s finger. Ronan was determined to make Noah hungry for the real thing, but all he was doing was making himself utterly mad with lust. When Noah added a hungry whimper to his repertoire, Ronan knew he wouldn’t last.

Yanking his finger from Noah’s mouth made a
pop
that startled Noah from his blissful work.

“Did I do something wrong?” Noah looked honestly afraid.

Realizing his sudden removal sent the wrong message, Ronan shook his head. “All your dirty dreams have paid off. You are quite talented.”

“Thank you, sir.” Noah’s gaze darted from Ronan’s bulge to his eyes and back again.

“Beg me.” Barely were the words out of his mouth when Noah started in.

“Let me suck your cock, sir. I swear I’ll do a good job.”

“If I allow you to suck my cock, you must swear to me you won’t masturbate again.”

Noah’s eyes widened.

“Only when you’re with me will I allow you to have a release.” Ronan figured if he wasn’t going to get any satisfaction but for the times when they were together, neither should Noah.

“But I can’t afford—yes, sir.” Noah cut himself off, and his gaze darted away. Ronan had been a Dom long enough to know a lie when he saw one. Noah figured he’d tell Ronan what he wanted to hear and then turn around and do what he wanted to do anyway.

“I’ll make you a deal, Noah.” Ronan knew what he was doing was going to change everything, but he couldn’t help himself. If he didn’t want Noah to live a lie, he couldn’t very well live one himself. “I’ll give you back the money you paid me today if you’ll come when I call.”

 

Chapter Twelve

 

Noah wasn’t sure what Ronan was asking him to do. Did he mean he would call him on the phone and order him to masturbate, or did he mean they would, from this moment on, have sessions when Ronan dictated? Even though he was breaking character slightly, Noah had no choice but to ask Ronan for clarification. This was far outside the negotiation he’d agreed to earlier. Haltingly, he expressed his confusion.

After listening attentively, Ronan said, “While I do like the idea of making you stroke off over the phone while I listen, what I meant was that if you’ll agree not to climax without me, I will give you the same consideration. When I am in need of you, I will call. You will come here.”

“What if I’m at work?”

“I won’t call you during work or when you’re with your family.”

Noah wondered what the catch was. He’d thought that putting money between them would make the lines of authority clear, but it seemed that hadn’t really happened. Noah wanted to be with Ronan and not just in his playroom. He had dreams of doing things together. He envisioned everything from long motorcycle rides to dinner dates to playing footsie while they sat on Ronan’s couch and watched a movie.

“Do I have to pay you?”

“No. I’ll even return the money you’ve already given me.”

Noah had spent three agonizing weeks putting the money together without making one big withdrawal. He was afraid if he did that, the teller’s eyebrows would rise or maybe she would ask casual questions that would twist him up in knots and stamp guilt all over his face. He’d gotten cash back at every place he frequented until he finally had enough. He’d called Ronan on the pretext of getting his items just to see if maybe his fascination had faded. It hadn’t. If anything, seeing Ronan clarified his desire.

As much as he wanted to say no, only so that he wouldn’t become any more addicted to Ronan than he already was, Noah found himself nodding. “Okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am.” Noah knew that the money wouldn’t really keep him away. He’d eventually get to the point with this that he had with BDSM in general. His desire far outweighed his fear of getting caught. No matter how costly Ronan’s services, he would find a way to get the money no matter what he had to do. With that burden lifted, but another imposed—he would have to come when Ronan called and not initiate things himself—he decided that might be for the best, too. He liked the idea of Ronan being in control. In many ways, it was as if Noah had no say in the matter. Having Ronan boss him lessened his sense of guilt.

“But no one can know.”

“I’m discreet, Noah. You’ll park in the garage, away from prying eyes. I won’t ever make you go out and do any type of scene in public unless you want to.”

“A scene in public?” The very idea caused him to clench up, reminding him of the plug buried deep in his ass.

“Some subs enjoy such things.” Ronan smiled. “So, are we agreed?”

“When you call, how…”

“I will say one word.”

“What word?”

“Come.”

Noah practically did right then and there. He knew Ronan meant he would need to come to him, but all he could think about was reaching climax.

“Yes, sir.”

“Wait.” Ronan crouched down. “This isn’t a part of the session, Noah.”

“I know. I’m agreeing. I’ll come when you call.”

“Good.” Ronan rose. “Now, where were we?”

Noah eagerly eyed the heavy bulge in Ronan’s pants.

“That’s right. You were going to suck my cock.” Deliberately, Ronan unzipped his fly. Noah licked his lips, hungry to taste him. He had seen Ronan naked before, but there was something much more masculine about his thick cock tumbling out from between the leather flaps of his fly.

For a moment, Noah thought he’d never get something that big in his mouth. But then again, he certainly wanted to try. Breathing hard, he reached up and grasped the shaft of Ronan’s cock. The heat shocked him until he realized that, in his nervous state, his hands had gone cold. Worried that he’d hurt Ronan with his icy touch, Noah looked up, but Ronan didn’t seem concerned. And then Noah realized that Ronan was fixated on his mouth. Feeling a startling flush of power, Noah rose up a little higher on his knees and then kissed the tip of Ronan’s prick.

Ronan drew a sharp breath through his nose.

Noah moved back, pretending to be afraid. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You—” Ronan seemed to smother the panic in his voice. “You can. You proved you could on my finger.”

“But your finger is small, and this…” Noah trailed off as he considered Ronan’s prick.

It didn’t take long for Ronan to catch on to Noah’s game. “You want to suck my cock, Noah. You can hem and haw all you’d like, but your mouth is watering.”

That was true. Noah swallowed and then moved close to Ronan’s cock. This time, he extended his tongue and licked over the slit. A burst of sweetness melted over his taste buds, surprising him. He hadn’t imagined the taste, but he certainly didn’t think it would be so good. What made it a million times better was that Ronan’s cock smelled like leather. Each time Noah got close, the smell of Ronan’s hot body mixed with the leather, creating a uniquely compelling scent. Noah knew that each scent alone would be enough to put him into overdrive, but together they made him rock-hard and eager for climax.

“That is so very good, Noah.” Ronan stroked his fingers over the top of Noah’s head. “So very good.”

Noah licked at the tip, loving not only the taste but also the obvious torment he was inflicting on his powerful master. Even though Noah was the one on his knees, he suddenly realized he wielded all the control. Just as he was getting a little smug with his ability to make Ronan groan, Noah realized he’d gone too far.

“You are in so much trouble, Noah.”

Noah looked up.

“Did you really think I was going to let you get away with tormenting me?” Ronan laughed, making his cock bounce against Noah’s bottom lip. “Each second of delay is just another minute of torment I’ll inflict on you.”

Shivering from a combination of fear and longing, Noah opened his mouth wide and sucked the tip of Ronan’s cock inside. Slurping at the thick knob gave him more of Ronan’s luscious flavor and evoked another low, hungry growl to emerge from his master.

Widening his stance, Ronan held steady as Noah struggled to take more of him within his mouth. He wanted to please with a keen desperation. That Ronan would later punish him for his arrogance only made him clench up tighter on the plug.

“That’s it, Noah. Rock your hips and work that toy while you suck my cock.”

Profound pleasure stole over Noah. He loved what he was doing. Everything from the words to the feel of his body to the way he was servicing his master all tumbled together. The urge to climax was lessened only by his desire to make sure Ronan was satisfied first. Noah hadn’t specified how he wanted to feel Ronan climax, but now he was hoping he would come in his mouth. He wondered if he would be able to swallow. Then he worried that he would choke.

“You think too much, Noah.” Ronan moved back a step, popping his cock out of Noah’s mouth. He tried to follow by shuffling forward on his knees, but Ronan ordered him to stop.

“Please let me finish.” Noah couldn’t think of anything he’d ever wanted so much.

A clear glow of longing entered Ronan’s eyes, but when Noah blinked, the look was gone.

“Stand up, Noah.”

He wanted to plead with Ronan, but he knew it was pointless. He’d been arrogant and now he’d pay for it. Rising to his feet, Noah hung his head, ashamed that he’d even for a moment thought he had any power over Ronan.

“Remove your pants.”

Noah slid them down. Each movement made him keenly aware of the plug in his ass. When Ronan had been paddling him through the leather, the plug had jostled with each blow, almost bringing him to climax. He hadn’t understood the point of the pants other than cushioning the blows, but they’d also inhibited his ability to reach release. They were just too tight against his cock. Now that they were gone, his cock moved freely, but he wouldn’t get to climax until Ronan gave him permission. After his show of pride, he had a feeling that was going to be a long time in coming.

Ronan stepped close, forcing Noah to tilt his head back to maintain eye contact. When Ronan kissed him gently, Noah was confused. Slowly, almost painfully so, Ronan deepened the kiss as he pulled Noah close. When Ronan picked him up, Noah instinctively wrapped his legs around Ronan’s hips.

“Hang on to my shoulders, Noah.”

Once he had a good hold on him, Ronan walked over to the table, grabbed a bottle, and poured a thick stream of lube over their cocks. Noah barely had time to wonder what he was doing when Ronan suddenly grasped Noah’s buttocks, lifting and lowering him. Each pass rubbed their cocks together, spreading the lube. The last time they were together, Noah had climaxed without Ronan even stroking his cock. This was a million times more intense.

“Is this better than what you do with your own hand?”

“Yes, sir. Oh, yes, sir.” Noah closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of their pricks rubbing together. Each pass smeared the lube more evenly, coating both of them. As if that wasn’t good enough, Ronan pressed Noah against the wall. To his surprise, it was padded.

“Hold on, Noah.” Ronan arched back so that he could get his hand between their bodies. Wrapping his big hand around Noah’s prick, Ronan hooked his thumb around his own, and then he started stroking. The beat he kept was too slow to push Noah over the edge. It was just enough to keep him desperate for release.

“I’m going to make you come, Noah.” While Ronan spoke, he looked right at him. “I’m going to keep on fisting our pricks until your cream all over my cock. I want to feel you release. And then I’m going to do the same to you.”

Noah wanted to look down because he didn’t want to miss the vision of Ronan’s cock erupting all over him, but Ronan held his gaze. Something about the intensity of his eyes held Noah enthralled.

“I’m going to keep at this pace until you cream, Noah.”

Noah whimpered. The speed Ronan kept was almost fast enough. Almost. Noah needed him to move faster or Ronan to grip his cock tighter. He was never going to get off this way.

“You feel that toy in your ass?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Think of it as my cock.”

Noah closed his eyes and uttered a cry of surrender. He’d been terrified of the idea of having anything in his rectum, but not now.

“Follow my rhythm, Noah. Each time I thrust up, I want you to clamp on that toy and think about doing that to my cock.”

Ronan pressed Noah more firmly against the wall so that he could now rock his hips while fisting their pricks. By virtue of his position, Noah had no choice but to hold still. Again, the idea of being restrained and having no say fueled his lustful fantasies. Ronan was a force of nature, bending him to his relentless will. Each pass scorched the ends of Noah’s nerves, making him struggle for relief.

“Do you feel that, Noah? That’s my cock thrusting into you. Harder and faster until you’re begging me to let you climax.”

Noah closed his eyes. As Ronan continued to move, he was able to envision it was Ronan thrusting into him.

“I’d fuck you slow and sweet until you got used to me, but then I’d go faster.” Incrementally, Ronan increased his pace. “I’d go harder.” Ronan pressed Noah more tightly against the wall. “I’d make you come so hard because I’d want to feel you clench your ass around my cock.”

Noah struggled to hang on to his release, but when Ronan lowered his head, placed his mouth against Noah’s neck, and said, “Come.” Noah released like a rocket. Spurt after spurt slicked between their bodies. All the while, Ronan kept on going.

“Please let me watch you.” Noah wanted to see his master find release. He hadn’t gotten off last time, and Noah was too shy to ask if he’d masturbated afterward. “I want to see you climax.”

“You said you wanted to feel me reach release.”

“I want both.”

“Greedy little sub.” Ronan chuckled, but his laughter cut off when Noah plunged his hand between their bodies and grasped Ronan’s cock. “I didn’t give you permission.”

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