Crossing Lines
Chapter 100
My mouth shut. My coat, unfortunately, was not going to stay shut for
long.
Aiden didn’t waste time. From the satchel he’d carried, he drew out
two sleek masks–black leather trimmed with silver, elegant but
anonymous. Without a word, he slipped one over his own face, the cut
sharp enough to frame his jaw and mouth while shadowing his eyes.
Then he held the second out to me.
I hesitated only a second before tugging it on. Relief flickered
through me–it wasn’t much, but at least my face wasn’t completely
naked anymore. At least I wasn’t just a collar and a cock pouch
waiting to be laughed at.
That relief vanished the moment I heard the click.
The leash.
Aiden clipped it neatly onto the O–ring at my throat. The weight was
nothing, a strip of leather and a silver clasp, but it might as well have been iron chains. My stomach flipped as his fingers brushed the ring, lingered deliberately, reminding me this wasn’t a costume piece. This
was real.
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He leaned down, voice brushing against my ear, velvet wrapped
around steel. “You look gorgeous, Noah. Perfect. Remember that.”
The words should’ve soothed me. They didn’t. Not when he followed
them with: “From here on, you kneel at my feet. When I move, you
crawl. Understood?”
My throat closed. Crawl? In front of people? Every red light flashed at
once in my brain… This motherfucker wanted to walk me and parade
me around like a dog! I could already feel phantom eyes tearing me
apart, laughing, judging, stamping humiliation into my skin. My pulse
thundered, panic slamming against the inside of my chest.
I turned toward him, desperate, whispering fast. “I can’t do this. Sir, I
can’t-”
He caught my chin gently, tilting my face up. No anger. No mockery.
Just that maddening calm, his thumb stroking once across my
cheekbone. The mask hid half his expression, but his eyes burned
straight through me.
“I understand,” he murmured, voice low enough for me alone. “If you choose to walk out right now, I won’t stop you. But Noah… if you leave, everything stops. You don’t come back from it. This isn’t a
halfway thing. It’s all, or it’s nothing.”
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All or nothing.
The words ripped through me harder than the leash ever could. My
chest felt caged, my skin too tight, my pride shrieking at me to get
the hell out before I made the world’s biggest mistake. But
underneath the panic, something deeper pulsed. A craving I didn’t
want to name. Thrill, maybe. The dangerous unknown. The
knowledge that out of all the people in this place, out of everyone
who’d ever looked at Aiden, I was the one here with him. Me. His boy.
His risk. His choice.
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Fear curled in my gut. So did want. And against my better judgment,
against sanity and self–preservation and a long list of perfectly
logical reasons, I couldn’t bring myself to walk away.
I swallowed hard and nodded.
Aiden’s hand lingered another second before he let me go. His lips
curved faintly, not quite a smile, but close.
That was the moment the heavy wooden door at the far end opened.
The man who entered owned the space the way Aiden owned a room
-without effort, without apology. Tall, broad–shouldered, dressed in
midnight silk with a subtle signet ring catching the light, he carried
himself with the grace of someone who didn’t just run a club but
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ruled a kingdom.
“Mr. Hale,” the attendant greeted with a bow.
Mr. Hale. Of course the owner had a name sharp enough to cut glass.
And just like that, the games were about to begin.
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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.
