Chapter 102
Aiden
Every eye in the room was on him.
Not me, not Hale, not the skilled Masters dominating their compliant submissives on the stages. Noah. My Noah. My flawless, gorgeous,
trembling boy who had no idea how he stole the spotlight simply by
kneeling at my feet.
I saw what the others saw–shyness wrapped in beauty, fear wrapped
in strength, that fragile veneer of calm surrender that wouldn’t fool
anyone who knew better. Not me. I caught the truth in the small
betrayals of his body. The tremor at the edge of his lower lip. The
nervous bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed against his collar.
The single bead of sweat tracing down from beneath his golden curls,
glistening as it cut a path along the sharp line of his jaw.
He probably thought he looked small here. He thought he didn’t
belong. But in this place of trained submission and perfected masks,
Noah was fire. Untamed, raw, unstudied. Beautiful in a way that no
silk or script could manufacture.
Subs flirted with him in tiny ways–soft glances, shy smiles, subtle tilts of the head. And the Doms? They devoured him with their eyes.
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Some curious, some hungry, some already wondering if they could
lure him away, test his limits, break him in ways I hadn’t.
Right. You wish, fuckers.
The words pulsed in me, a dark mirror to what I knew would be
running through Noah’s own head. He’d seen them all gravitating
toward me. He hadn’t realized the truth: they were orbiting him.
Even Hale’s gaze lingered. That was telling. The man who could
seduce Doms and subs alike–who bent this entire club around his
orbit—hadn’t missed a single detail of the boy kneeling by me. His
smile when he looked at Noah was different than the one he gave me.
Softer. Knowing. As if he saw the same things I did—the fragility, the
fire–and was already imagining what he might do with it if Noah
were his.
The thought stoked something sharp and primal in me.
And yet… part of me respected it. Hale wasn’t just a figurehead. He
was a man who knew power intimately, who had cultivated it in every
possible form. A man who could teach me things if I were willing to
learn.
But Noah wasn’t his. He would never be his.
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Noah was mine.
Hale’s eyes lingered on me a moment longer before he spoke, his
voice carrying easily above the low hum of the club. “I’ve seen your
work, Mr. A. The recordings, the videos performed with several
submissives.” His lips curved in a subtle smirk. “Impressive.
Controlled. Your scenes are precisely the kind of standard we uphold
here.”
Beside me, Noah’s head snapped around so fast I felt the leash tug.
Videos? His wide–eyed look flicked up at me, confusion and jealousy
bleeding through the mask. He didn’t speak, but his body did–stiff
shoulders, clenched fists against the marble, his breathing
quickening like he’d just taken a hit.
Hale went on smoothly, as if Noah’s reaction didn’t exist. “A man like
you in our circle–it would be an honor.”
I let the words settle, watching Noah out of the corner of my eye. The
mask covered most of him, but not enough. I saw the tiny tremor in
his lip, the way his jaw tightened, the way his chest rose too fast,
each muscle drawn taut like wire.
“Walk with me,” Hale suggested.
We drifted through the velvet–lit hall, stopping near one of the
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smaller stages. Two beautiful young subs writhed together there, bodies intertwined, putting on a show with no Master guiding them- just raw display for the crowd’s amusement. Hale lifted a hand toward them, then turned back to me.
“I would love,” he said, every word measured, “if you would delight us with a demonstration. Our submissives are at your complete service.”
The leash went rigid in my hand.
Noah froze. He didn’t look up, but I felt the quake in his body, the
jealousy, the fear, the humiliation so sharp it almost vibrated off him.
Every inch of him screamed tension–shoulders locked, thighs taut,
his breathing shallow.
I smiled. Smooth. Controlled. Calm. “I would be happy to offer a small
performance,” I said, then tugged the leash gently until Noah was
looking up at me. My voice dropped lower, steady, unshakable. “But I
would rather perform with my own boy.”
Noah’s head tilted back further, eyes wide in sudden terror. I leaned
down, pulling on the leash until I could catch his lips in the faintest
kiss–possession, reassurance, command all in one.
“It so happens,” I told him, my words silk against his mouth, “that my
sub has earned a few strikes today. Perhaps… we could administer
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them here.”
He went utterly still. Silent. But I felt the fight and surrender warring inside him in every tremor of his body, every shiver that betrayed the
storm beneath his mask.
And I held him steady in it–power wrapping around him, but safe.
Always safe.
Hale lifted a hand, and the effect was immediate. A ripple of silence moved through The Dominium, eyes tilting toward us, conversations
stilled. Then his voice carried, deep and commanding.
“Tonight, we are honored,” Hale announced, his tone rich with authority, “to welcome a guest whose skill and control are known beyond these walls. Mr. A will join us with a demonstration.”
The response was instant–a roar of applause and hungry murmurs sweeping the hall. Anticipation thickened the air, the crowd leaning
closer, their eyes burning with curiosity.
At my feet, Noah shook. He tried to mask it, but I felt it in the leash, saw it in the tiny tremors across his shoulders. His breaths came fast, shallow, his body quaking with dread. He looked up at me, panic breaking through his mask. “I can’t do this,” he whispered, voice raw.
“Sir–I can’t–please, I can’t-”
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I crouched down, hand steady on his cheek. “Listen to me.” My tone
was calm, unyielding, but warm. “I am proud of you. More than you
know. You don’t have to prove a thing tonight. Not to me. Not to
them.”
His eyes flooded, fear tearing through his bravado.
“You can use your safeword now,” I told him, pressing my forehead
lightly to his. “If you do, I will respect it. You’ll sit with Master Hale
while I perform with someone else. And when we’re finished, we’ll go
home. No disappointments. No guilt. Do you understand me? This
isn’t a trick. I would never hold that against you.”
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He swallowed hard, trembling, my words sinking into him. His lips
parted, but no sound came out at first, just a broken shake of his
head. Then finally, almost too soft to hear: “No.”
I brushed my thumb over his lower lip, feeling it quake beneath my
touch.
“You’re sure?”
His chest heaved. He looked up at me, voice splintering but fierce.
“You are not performing with anyone else but me.”
The leash trembled in my hand, and my heart clenched with it. Terror
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still lived in his eyes—but so did the fire I’d been waiting for.
Mine. Always mine.
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