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  When the second boot hit, the crash was so loud he jumped. Noah laughed a little hysterically and then stifled himself. He didn’t want Ronan to think he was laughing at him. Noah wouldn’t dare. He was laughing at his own anxiety.

  “Turn around.”

  When Noah did, he found Ronan was standing near the table. While looking right into Noah’s eyes, he grasped the edges of his T-shirt and pulled it up, revealing a muscular chest. A line of dark brown hair trailed upward from his belly button and spread outward into an inverted triangle over the top portion of his chest. His nipples were tight and brown against his bronzed skin. As Ronan reached for his waistband, Noah realized his tan wasn’t even, which meant it was real and not from a bottle or a tanning bed.

  Once Ronan unfastened his trousers, he allowed his pants to slide down; then he pulled them off. Noah realized two things. Ronan didn’t wear underwear, and there wasn’t a tan line anywhere on him. Something about that excited him. The idea of Ronan naked and lounging in the sun made Noah’s already hard cock get harder still.

  And then he got his first glimpse of Ronan’s cock.

  “Oh.” The one word slipped out before he could stop it. Noah had seen plenty of cocks during his research online, but he’d never seen one other than his own in real life. Even in high school, he’d been too shy to sneak peeks in the locker room.

  Ronan’s cock was thick, long, and looked strong somehow. Veins pulsed along the length, making it seem like it was straining upward, or perhaps straining to get to him. Nervously, he licked his lips, wondering if he’d be able to get even the head of Ronan’s cock in his mouth. Noah swallowed hard. For a moment, he wanted to remind Ronan that they’d agreed he didn’t want to be penetrated in a way that would hurt. As he lifted his gaze and peered into Ronan’s eyes, Noah opened his mouth to speak.

  “What’s the safeword, Noah?”

  “Constantinople.”

  “Good.” Ronan praised him lightly. “At any point, if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable or afraid, you say that word, and everything stops.”

  “Yes, sir.” Noah’s gaze went back to Ronan’s cock. He had an overwhelming desire to drop to his knees and worship that thick prick with his lips and tongue. By comparison, his own cock seemed downright malnourished. It was pale, skinny, and longer than it was thick.

  “What did I tell you about how you should stand?”

  Noah immediately altered his posture so that he stood with his head up and his shoulders back.

  “Very good.”

  Ronan’s praise washed over him, making Noah proud that he’d pleased him. He very quickly realized that he wanted to keep doing things that would make his master happy. Moreover, he wasn’t resentful. Pleasing Ronan was a way to please himself.

  “Come here.” Naked, hard, and apparently comfortable with his current condition, Ronan stood beside the table, waiting for Noah.

  Noah took a tentative step, shivering when his prick bounced. A thin stream of sticky pre-come dangled from the tip, sliding down the shaft. The closer he got to Ronan, the tighter the pace of his breathing became.

  “Right to the edge of the table.”

  Noah got into position. He thought Ronan would start restraining him, but he circled around behind Noah. Suddenly aware that his master was close enough for his breath to caress his back, Noah tried to understand what Ronan would do next.

  “You’ve been a very bad boy.”

  The words were erotically charged, but what made them even hotter was the way in which Ronan delivered them. He could have done a dozen different things, but that he chose to stand behind Noah while he chided him added to his anxiety. They had set out the parameters of the scene during their long negotiation, but they hadn’t hammered out every little detail. That was good, because that meant he didn’t know what was coming when. Such fluidity made the encounter unpredictable and exciting.

  “I don’t want to punish you, Noah. But I have no choice.” Ronan sounded honestly disappointed in not only Noah, but in what he had to do to correct him. It was perfect. If he had been gleeful about punishing him, it wouldn’t have hit all the right notes in Noah’s fantasy. Ronan conveyed reluctance yet also determination. He would make Noah be good no matter what the cost.

  “I’m sorry.” Noah said the words, but they weren’t true. He wasn’t sorry. Right now, the only thing he was sorry about was that he hadn’t done this sooner.

  “Sorry simply isn’t good enough.” Ronan sighed as he stroked one finger along Noah’s spine. Noah was shocked by how much that simple touch aroused him. As Ronan’s finger descended, he puffed out his chest, but when Ronan got to the small of his back, Noah found himself automatically lifting his ass. Ronan’s plunging finger stopped right where the split of Noah’s buttocks began. “Tell me the truth, Noah.”

  “The truth?”

  “You’ve been thinking naughty thoughts again, haven’t you?”

  “I try not to.”

  “You had one just moments ago when you saw my cock.”

  Noah startled a bit. How did Ronan know what he’d been thinking?

  “Every little thought you have, I know. I’m your master, Noah. I know you were thinking of getting down on your knees and sucking my cock.” His finger held steady, prompting Noah to wonder when he would go lower. In an effort to ask him to without using words, Noah lifted his ass higher. When they’d been negotiating the scene, he’d been afraid to be penetrated, but now he desperately wanted Ronan’s thick finger drilling into his ass. “Noah?”

  “I was.” He hung his head and tilted his bottom up just a bit more. “I wanted to suck your cock.”

  It was without a doubt the dirtiest thing he’d ever said. Noah had read those rough words and he had imagined saying them, but he’d not ever actually said them aloud until now. Not only had he used those shameful words, but he’d also used them to confess to a wicked act. For a split second, he imagined the clouds parting and a bolt of lightning destroying him on the spot. When nothing happened, he almost laughed. How silly to be twenty-two and still afraid to speak vulgarities.

  “Dirty, dirty boy with your filthy, filthy words.” Ronan pulled his hand away from Noah and smacked his buttock.

  The sound was almost impossibly loud. Noah jumped upward, startled but not hurt. Where the blow landed didn’t even sting. How had Ronan made so much noise without inflicting any pain?

  “Spread your legs and put your arms out to the sides.”

  When Noah did, Ronan put the manacles on him. Though they looked positively medieval, they were fashioned from aluminum and actually very light. They were also lined with butter-soft, cushioned suede. Since they were custom made for him, they fit Noah’s wrists and ankles with enough play for him to be moved into whatever position his master wished, but not enough to chafe his skin. The last thing he wanted was marks that his coworkers or family could see. Somehow, the act of having the restraints put on his body nearly brought him to orgasm.

  “Bend over and place only the upper part of your chest on the table.”

  Noah draped himself over the top of the table. The cushion was soft and smelled lightly of disinfectant. Suddenly, he wondered how many men had been in here. On how many men had Ronan practiced his art? But then he dismissed the thought. Noah wanted the best, and that entailed a man who was experienced. It didn’t matter how many others there had been, because Noah was here now. Ronan wasn’t thinking of anyone but him.

  “I’m going to have to tie you down, Noah. I don’t think you’re strong enough to stand for my punishment otherwise.”

  “I won’t do it again.”

  “You won’t think about sucking my cock again?” Ronan moved to the front of the table and right into Noah’s line of sight. “Look at my cock.”

  Noah did as instructed. As soon as he looked, he licked his lips. He swore he would give anything right then to have a taste of Ronan’s prick. A lone pearl of pre-come moistened the slit, making him wonder what it would taste lik
e if he licked along that place.

  “You’re thinking of it right now, aren’t you?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You keep saying you’re sorry, but you don’t stop with your wicked thoughts.” Ronan sighed loud and long. “I’m going to see if I can spank the lust out of you.”

  Noah shivered so hard he almost knocked himself off the table. He’d never been so excited. Even in the depth of night with his blanket over him so no one could ever see what he was doing, he hadn’t been able to make the fantasy as good as this reality. What made everything better was the feel of Noah’s body as Ronan attached straps to the rings of the manacles and pulled them just taut enough to restrict Noah’s movements. But there was more, too. It was the feel of the spreader bar preventing him from pulling his legs together. It was the smell of the equipment, of leather, of Ronan, all blending together. Even the sound of his heartbeat and Ronan’s powerful voice added to the depth and breadth of the act. A fantasy was good, and they had pleased him greatly once he allowed himself to have them, but nothing could touch the power of reality.

  Overwhelmed by stimulation, Noah thought he was going to climax before they even got going. As if he sensed that, Ronan smacked his buttocks several times. Again, the noise was deafening, but the pain was minimal.

  “Don’t climax until I give you permission.” Ronan ensured that Noah was back from the edge of the table so that his cock dangled in midair.

  “Yes, sir.” No matter how he squirmed, Noah couldn’t rub his prick against anything for relief. The stance made him feel acutely vulnerable and almost desperate to gain his master’s permission to climax.

  “You are so very attentive, Noah. Such a perfect little submissive.” Ronan had all the points anchored now and stepped back, presumably to enjoy his work.

  When Noah tested his limits, he found he didn’t have that much freedom at all. What surprised him was that he wasn’t afraid. He thought he might fear being bound because of the loss of control, but if anything, he felt safer than he ever had. There was nothing he could do but stay where he was and allow Ronan to do as he pleased.

  Ronan walked around the table several times. Noah was only able to see him when he was toward the front of the table, and that was only because he didn’t have his head turned to the side but facing forward.

  Each time Ronan walked by, his thick cock bounced, making Noah hunger to taste him. Unfortunately, even if Ronan were to change the script and let him, he’d have to unfetter Noah from the table. There wasn’t any room to get Ronan’s cock up to his mouth even if he wanted to. It was then that Noah realized that was the point. He wanted Noah to see what he couldn’t have. That he dangled such a delicious device just out of reach was the wickedest form of taunting Noah had ever experienced. The more he saw Ronan’s cock without being able to touch it, the more he wanted to do so.

  Ronan stopped right in front of the table. He put his hands on his hips, forcing Noah to look at his prick. “Tell me how badly you want to suck my cock.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Liar.” Ronan moved around to the back of Noah’s bound body and slapped his ass. This time, the sound was lessened as the pain increased. It wasn’t excruciating, not at all, but it was a noticeable difference.

  Ronan returned to the head of the table and took the same stance. “Confess, Noah. Tell me the truth.”

  This game wasn’t at all what he was expecting, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy playing along. Earlier, he’d wanted to please his master, but now he realized that he also craved more of his master’s punishment. The two conflicting needs were a delicious psychological torment.

  “I told you. I’m not like that.”

  Around to his backside Ronan went again. “You are like that, Noah.” Ronan slapped him harder this time. Noah’s whole body jiggled. His cock, his rock-hard, utterly tormented cock swung back and forth in dire need of relief. One touch. One stroke. One breath would probably send him into a screaming orgasm that would practically render him blind, but that was something Ronan wasn’t going to give him until he was good and ready.

  “Tell the truth, Noah. You want to suck my cock because you’re a hungry little cocksucker.”

  “I swear I’m a good boy.”

  “You’re a naughty boy with a filthy mind.” Ronan slapped his buttocks several times. Rather than flinch away, Noah found himself lifting his ass higher so that he could feel more of Ronan’s punishment. The pain sparked across his body, but it wasn’t agony. It was curious how he perceived the act of being spanked. What excited him was the idea of getting caught for being bad. He loved the sound of Ronan’s swatting hand, but now he discovered the hotter his buttocks got, the better it felt. Noah hadn’t understood how anyone could take pleasure in pain but now he did. Pleasure didn’t come from the pain, not for him. The pain surged awareness of his vulnerability.

  The fact he couldn’t do anything but submit made Noah even more conscious of his body. That attentiveness wasn’t about his body being attractive. Not at all. The focus was on the fact that he wasn’t his body. Noah, the unnamable, inherently personal, decidedly special thing that made him Noah Cameron wasn’t his flesh and bones but something untouchable. No hand could damage him. No manacle could hold him. No vicious word or cutting look could harm him unless he granted that person the power to do so.

  It was possibly the greatest insight he’d ever had in his life.

  Unless Noah gave the person permission to injure him, they had no power at all. At this very moment, he’d willingly chosen to give such awesome control to Ronan. Noah had surrendered because he trusted him. Ronan would do as Noah had asked. Ronan would push him physically, and even psychologically, but Noah had the power to stop the trial at any time.

  For the first time in his life, Noah was bound but free.

  “You’ve left me no choice, Noah. I have to punish you more.”

  Noah sighed and closed his eyes. He wondered what Ronan would do next. Anticipation tightened his body while simultaneously easing his mind.

  When he felt Ronan grip his buttocks and yank them apart, he tightened his lower body.

  “You dare try to pull yourself from my grip?” Ronan released his buttocks and spanked them several times. Each blow shook his cock and balls, making them seem hungry for contact. “You will allow me to inspect you. Lift yourself up on your toes.”

  Intrigued, Noah did as Ronan demanded.

  When he took his ass in hand again, Noah struggled to keep his legs taut while relaxing his butt. It was impossible. Noah did his best to please, knowing that he was destined to anger his master. Clearly, that was what Ronan was going for. Ronan deliberately gave him tasks he would fail to accomplish so he could keep on punishing him.

  “Oh, Noah. You are in so much trouble.”

  Ronan’s hot breath caressed Noah’s exposed hole. He gasped at both the delicious feeling and Ronan’s words. “Sir?”

  “You’re so tight it’s going to take weeks for me to open you up.”

  “Open me up for what?”

  “My cock.”

  Noah’s eyes rolled back as he pictured Ronan struggling to thrust his thick tool into the narrow channel of his ass. When Ronan let go of his buttocks, Noah uttered a sigh of disappointment. He couldn’t see Ronan, but Noah knew he’d moved away, because he took his body heat with him.

  When he returned, Noah wondered what would happen next. He wasn’t prepared for Ronan’s finger to slide down his back again. Just like before, he stopped his descent right above the split in Noah’s buttocks. Holding his breath, keen with anticipation, Noah felt something cool and slippery slide down into his crevice. Noah almost asked what was going on but stopped himself at the last second.

  When Ronan’s finger slid downward with barely any friction, he realized it was some kind of lubricant. The closer Ronan got to actually touching Noah’s hole, the more he extended his legs and angled his ass up. He wanted to feel his touch there. He wanted to feel him
slide that thick, rough finger in and make him dance in his manacles.

  With maddening slowness, Ronan moved his finger lower. When the tip touched the edge of Noah’s hole, he gasped. If not for the restraints, he knew he would reach back and hold himself open for Ronan’s touch. Just when he didn’t think he could stand it anymore, Ronan eased his finger inside Noah’s ass.

  Lifting his head, Noah let out a cry of relief. He felt as if he’d been holding his breath for all of his life, waiting for this precise moment. Somehow, through everything that had happened in the span of half a day, he’d discovered himself.

  Faster, firmer, flicking the tip over Noah’s prostate, Ronan worked his finger in and out while Noah struggled to stop himself from screaming.

  “Scream all you want, you filthy boy. No one can hear you but me. No one is going to come and save you from the truth.”

  Crying out in need and pleasure, Noah ultimately surrendered to sensation and had the most mind-bendingly intense orgasm of his life.

  Chapter Seven

  Ronan had made a submissive climax without touching his cock before, but this was different. For one, he was using his bare hands and not a toy, something he’d never done. Another was his own reaction. Ronan was so close to finding release it was something he could almost taste. The feel of Noah’s rectum quivering around his finger was what brought him to the edge of that luscious precipice. In the midst of his pleasure, Noah was stunning.

  Long, strong legs tried to come together but the spreader bar held them wide. His head was up and back as his hands futilely grasped for something to hold on to. His cries were loud, lusty, and seemed to reach right into Ronan’s soul. As much as Ronan wanted to simply step close and rub his cock against Noah—one stroke would probably make him climax—he couldn’t. The moment was Noah’s and his alone. Honored that Noah had trusted him enough to give him control, Ronan wouldn’t do anything to violate that trust. Even his own need to reach release couldn’t compel him to do something they hadn’t agreed on earlier.