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  Noah sucked in a breath so hard Ronan was able to hear him clearly over the phone. When his words caught up to his brain, Ronan realized what had made his sweet little sub react with shock.

  “Motorcycle clients.”

  “Oh.” Relief came pouring through the one word.

  “If you’d like, I can drop the bag off to Tony next week sometime.”

  “No. I’d like—I want to get it today.”

  “Fine. What time?” Ronan hoped he sounded disinterested and confident, two things he certainly didn’t feel. As confident as he was in his Dom ability, he couldn’t really use that when he didn’t have the object of his affection in his lusty clutches.

  “In half an hour?”

  “That would be fine. I’ll have the garage open so you can pull right in.”

  “Oh. That would be—yes. Thank you.”

  After he hung up, Ronan went around the house, tidying things. He was a fastidious man, but he wanted everything to look clean but casual. He didn’t want Noah to think he was excited about seeing him. As he thought that, he realized it was a particularly juvenile reaction. His instinct was to make it clear to Noah how much he liked him, but Ronan worried if he did that, he was going to drive Noah away. So Ronan kept his emotions tightly bound. He also understood why Noah had sounded so relieved that he’d have the garage ready for him.

  Noah was concerned about someone seeing his car parked in this neighborhood. Given the types of businesses on the block, it would be difficult for him to explain his presence. Although, to be fair, anyone who saw him would have the same problem in explaining themselves. What were they doing here when they saw Noah’s car? But Noah wouldn’t see it that way. He’d feel guilty and ashamed that he’d been noticed in the first place.

  By the time Noah arrived, Ronan was in the garage, leaning over a bike. He hadn’t changed his clothes, but he felt what he was wearing projected the right attitude. Faded jeans hugged his lower half, while soft gray cotton hugged the upper half. Instead of his heavy boots, he wore a pair of flip-flops.

  Once Noah’s car was within the garage, Ronan pushed the clicker to close the door. In his head, he gleefully rubbed his hands together while murmuring the word excellent. He now had the man, his BDSM gear, and his car in his clutches. Things were definitely looking up that something would go down today.

  Noah exited the car in a suit. The blah cut and black fabric made Noah look like he’d just come from a funeral.

  “Hello, Noah.” Ronan was careful to keep his voice casual. He didn’t want to use his Dom voice because he didn’t think that was fair or wise. If he wanted Noah to relate to him in ways other than strictly BDSM, he had to make sure he was offering out that side of himself.

  “Hi.” Noah met his gaze, then promptly looked away. “Is it out here?”

  “No. Inside.”

  “I’ll wait while you go get it.”

  With that, Noah killed all hope. Disappointed, Ronan went into the house, retrieved the satchel, and then returned to the garage. When he stepped in, he found Noah inspecting the bike he’d been working on.

  “Pretty.”

  “Thank you.” It was a complicated Celtic knot in hunter green and gold. “By the time I’m done, the design will be echoed all over the metal work of her bike.”

  “Her?”

  “Women ride bikes, too.”

  “Right.” Noah laughed uneasily as he reached for the bag in Ronan’s hand.

  Releasing his hold seemed harder than it should have, but Ronan did let go.

  “So, uh, how have you been?” Noah asked.

  “Good. You?”

  “I’ve been okay.”

  “How’s work?”

  The question seemed to make Noah slump a good three inches off his height.

  “I’m guessing things aren’t good?”

  Noah shook his head.

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  “No.” Noah stood there in the garage. The only sound was the cooling click-ping of his Honda’s engine.

  Even though it was rude, Ronan said, “Well, I have to get back to work.”

  Noah jerked his gaze off the floor and looked at Ronan, shocked and possibly hurt by his abruptness. “I want to hire you again.”

  Ronan wanted to grab Noah, haul him against his body, and kiss him until they were both breathless. But he didn’t. “Fine. Saturday at three. Bring your leather pants.”

  “I can’t wear those here.”

  “I said bring them with you. Don’t dress in them to come here.”

  “Oh.”

  “Don’t be early. Don’t be late.”

  Noah swallowed hard and scampered back into his car. He sat there, waiting for Ronan to open the door. After a moment, Ronan strode over to the control unit on the wall and pressed the button. The door seemed to move so slowly it must be making Noah a little crazy. Once it was up, Noah pulled out of the garage and disappeared down the street. Ronan swore his cock was screaming at him and calling him every dirty name in existence.

  We could have had him, you arrogant fuck! What the hell kind of game do you think you’re playing? If I had my way, I’d make us impotent for a month just to punish you!

  Eventually, his lower half calmed down and his brain smugly informed the other organs that it was all part of making himself seem untouchable. Ronan wasn’t trying to mess with Noah the man, but he most certainly was toying with Noah the submissive. Noah would come when he called. Even though Noah had to contact him to set a session up, that scenario would go down when Ronan said.

  “Here’s hoping I can wait that long.”

  By the time Saturday rolled around, his entire body had joined his cock in abusing him. He was so keyed up he was afraid he’d erupt as soon as he saw Noah. Luckily, he managed to hang on to his orgasm by reminding himself that today was the day. Part of the negotiation had to include his own release.

  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 n
ecessity.

  “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?”