Chapter 57
And I couldn’t touch him…. Not like that. Not even once.
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That rule had started after one of these baths, maybe two weeks ago.
I’d lingered just a little too long with the sponge on his stomach, slowing as I moved toward his hip. Not by much–but enough for him to notice. He looked down at me with that unreadable expression, the one that made my pulse stutter.
“No touching me without permission,” he said.
I froze, heat creeping up my neck, “Yes, Sir.”
His gaze stayed on mine a moment longer, and then his mouth curved faintly. “And more importantly–no touching yourself without permission either. No release unless it comes from me,”
I swallowed hard, the weight of the words sinking in. “Sir-”
He’d smiled faintly. “You heard me. That control is mine now. In the same way, even when touched, you will never dare come without my permission.”
“But Sir… 1-1 just never…” My mind spiraled with a thousand questions before he cut me off.
“Stop blabbering, Noah. If you have something to say, say it.”
I took a deep breath, knowing that this confession was gonna cost me. “Si I’ve never been able to stop myself when I’m about to come. It’s impossible… I just can’t.”
“It’s not impossible, Noah. You can and you will. In fact, this will be the next thing we work on. Orgasm control.”
Fuck….
Then he leaned back in the tub like nothing had happened, while I knelt there, still holding the sponge, my body aching with frustration for letting my big, stupid mouth get me into more future punishment and frustration than I could ever wrap my head around at the moment.
Since then, the baths had been torture. Every slow pass of the sponge over his chest, every drop of water sliding down his skin, made my mouth dry and my body lock tight with wanting. I’d never been this keyed up in my life, I was used to taking the edge off daily–sometimes more–jerking off to porn or fucking a girl when the opportunity came along.
Now I had nothing but the heat of the water, the clean, intoxicating scent of him, and the knowledge that my need didn’t matter unless he decided it did.
And somehow… that made me want it more every single day.
By the time I got home that night, I was wound so tight I couldn’t think sight. The second I closed my bedroom door, my body was already screaming at me to do something about it.
1 sat on the edge of the bad, allows on my knees, fingers Twitching again my thighs, I could break the rule, Just this once, No one would
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Chapter 57
know.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand.
A smile tugged at my mouth before I even looked.
Holy fuck! I swear this man reads my thoughts…
Sure that it was Aiden, I reached for the phone, hoping to hear he wanted me back for the night. The thought of seeing him again so soon made my stomach flip, heat rushing through me.
But then I saw the name on the screen.
Emily.
The flutter in my chest dropped like a stone. I knew before I even answered that this wasn’t going to be a good call.
“Em? Babe, what’s wrong?”
She was whispering. “Dad’s been drinking again.”
My whole body went cold. “Where’s Mom?”
“In her room. Door’s locked. But he’s… he’s mad, Noah. At you.”
A crash sounded in the background, followed by muffled swearing. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles ached.
“I should be there,” I muttered. “I should-”
“You can’t; he can never know what you are, or he’ll hunt you down,” she cut in quickly. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Just–talk to me for a minute.
Please.”
But it wasn’t fine. Not even close.
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