Chapter 111
Aiden
I’d never been the emotional type. Never been the man who sat around explaining himself or justifying choices. I didn’t like
surprises, so I lived in a way that left no room for them–upfront,
clear, controlled.
But with Noah… things weren’t simple anymore. He looked at me in
ways no one ever had, pulling me into uncharted territory just as
much as I was pulling him.
I knew we were complicating things, and I had no idea how the hell
this had happened… My God, the second we took things out of the
dungeon, I was no longer Mr. A training his submissive; I was a coach
fucking his player, a teacher who should’ve molded his student and
instead had turned him into my personal fucktoy. Quite a role model I
was. Not only was it unethical, it was a direct violation of the
contract I signed with the school. But here we were, still crossing
every line.
That’s why after that ill–timed but incredible phone call–the
Dominium opening its doors to us–I knew decisions had to be made.
I saw a path ahead, a future in the club, a way to turn what I was into
something professional, respected, sustainable. I knew what clubs
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like that paid for the right people to train, to perform, to lead.
But then I saw Noah’s face. And my heart ached.
“Come here, baby boy,” I said softly, patting my lap.
He hesitated, lower lip trembling just slightly, before crawling over
and settling against me, warm and bare as always. His place. Where
he belonged.
“Why that pouty face, ah?” I kissed his lips, slow and steady, then
trailed down to his jaw, his neck. He melted a little, but his voice still
cracked.
“Sir… why the club? Can’t we just… be like always and stay?”
I kissed his ear, then lower, down the strong line of his collarbone.
“Oh, you just want me all to yourself, hm? Greedy sub?”
“Yes, Sir…” he moaned, his body shivering under my mouth.
I licked down, teeth grazing the ring in his nipple, tugging lightly
until his breath hitched. “And you will have all of me, Noah. All of me. But that doesn’t mean it can only exist in this house. You are my submissive, and I am your Master everywhere.”
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He tilted his head back, chest rising, but the words came quiet. “But
can’t we just be you and me? At least this weekend?”
I cupped his chin, lifting it so he couldn’t look away. “Listen to me,
Noah. On the field, as your coach, I give you everything. I push you,
train you because I know how to make you shine. I don’t ask your
permission every time I run you into the ground, because it’s my job
to see further than you can. I know what will make you into the man
the NFL will one day fight over.”
His throat bobbed, lips parting, but I went on.
“And as your Master… it’s the same. I teach you what works. I shape you with my expertise, my experience. I don’t owe you explanations for every choice I make. But this—” I brushed my thumb over his cheekbone, the vulnerable flicker in his eyes tearing into me. “This is different. Because on days like today, when you look at me like something else, like more than just your coach or your Dom… I feel I owe you more honesty than I ever thought I could give.”
His hand gripped my shirt, clutching like he might fall without it. “Then tell me,” he whispered. “Please. Just this once. Make a time-
out. Talk to me, Sir.”
I exhaled, my chest heavy. “Just as you have a bright future in
football, mine is already behind me. My career is over. My days of
playing are done. Coaching fills part of that hole, yes. It iets me lift
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you, push you, see you rise where I fell. But it doesn’t give me
everything. Because Aiden, the player, doesn’t exist anymore. And
Aiden, the coach, is temporary. You’ll rise. You’ll move on. And when
you’re gone, when you’re living the dream I want you to live, I’ll be
left with nothing.”
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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.
