Chapter 32
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My fingers moved through his hair slowly, rhythmically–like I could anchor both of us with the simple motion.
He was still at my feet, eyes closed, breath steady, head resting against my lap as if he belonged there. As if he’d always belonged there.
God help me… It felt right.
Too right.
That dangerous, possessive part of me stirred–the one I usually kept locked beneath steel discipline. The part that whispered that this
boy was mine. Not just in the way contracts said. Not just as a submissive to train and perfect.
Mine.
To protect.
To guide.
To keep.
I swallowed hard, thumb brushing against his temple.
What the hell are you doing, Aiden?
This wasn’t part of the plan. He wasn’t part of the plan, but the more time I spent with him, the more he slipped through my defenses- one sarcastic quip, one shy confession, one tremble of obedience at a time.
I looked down at him, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The golden hue of sunset spilled through the window and kissed his skin,
casting amber light over every inch of him.
He looked unreal like this–beautiful in a way that snuck up on you.
Lean muscle and raw potential. His skin glowed, flushed in the places I most wanted to touch–his cock, lying against his thigh, hard and neglected–a perfect contradiction of discipline and need.
He was the kind of beautiful that made you ache. Not delicate–devastating.
And right now, he was mine.
My eyes traveled from the lines of his naked body to that maddeningly angelic face as I threaded my fingers through his messy blond hair.
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I looked at his mouth–shaped for rebellion–and pictured those lips wrapped around my cock in worship.
He had that dangerous charm–all–American sweetness hiding a spark ready to burn the world down. But in this moment, he simply
looked like surrender.
Even though I knew it wouldn’t last.
Not with Noah.
That rebel fire would rise again–probably by morning.
I shook my head lightly, as if that would scatter the thoughts threatening to take root.
The ones about keeping him.
The ones about never letting him go.
The ones about what it would feel like to fall asleep beside him and wake up to this trust. This warmth. This peace.
No. Not now. Not yet. This was still about training. About helping him become who he was meant to be…. Right?
But as his body leaned further into me, like instinctively drawn to my presence, I couldn’t help it. I let my hand rest over his bare back,
fingers splayed wide.
He was so still. So quiet. Breathing evenly, like he’d finally found a place to rest.
And God help me… I didn’t want to move, but I had to.
I needed to remind him what he’d signed up for…. Needed to remind myself what this was,
This wasn’t comfort. This wasn’t love–it was discipline. Obedience. Control.
“Get up,” I said, voice low.
His head stirred on my lap. “Sir?”
“On your knees. Facing me.”
He obeyed immediately, and something about the swiftness of his response lit a slow fire under my skin. My cock twitched inside my pants. I watched as he knelt–shoulders straight, head bowed slightly.
Good. Very good.
“You said you wanted this,” I told him. “To serve. To learn. To give me everything.”
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“Yes, Sir.”
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“Then I’m going to give you your first real test. I want you to stay completely still. Silent. Hands behind your back. You will not move,
speak, or finish without my permission. Understood?”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” I stood slowly, circling him, letting my fingertips trail along the edge of his shoulder blades, across his chest, down the
centerline of his back.
His skin twitched under my touch.
“You’re already struggling, aren’t you?” I murmured, brushing a kiss just beneath his ear. “So sensitive. So responsive. I haven’t even
started yet.”
He whimpered, barely audible.
I grabbed his jaw and tilted his face up to mine. “I said no sound.”
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He nodded once, wide–eyed, lips pressed together.
“Mm.” I ran my thumb across them slowly. “Better.”
I stepped behind him again and began touching in earnest–one hand at the nape of his neck, the other grazing down his chest. My mouth followed, lips skimming his shoulder, teeth gently grazing as I let heat build between us like a rising tide.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
