Chapter 119
Aiden
The ride home was quiet.
I could feel every thought buzzing through my baby boy’s head like
static, even if he didn’t say a word. Tonight had been… something. I’d
tried to keep him safe, tucked close, protected from the eyes that
wanted a piece of him the second we walked in. Right… the fucking
audacity. He was mine, and no one was touching him. Same as no one
was touching me.
But of course, that all went sideways the moment Noah decided to
transform into a human cock–block.
Jesus Christ. He’d practically growled at that poor girl like a dog with
a bone. In front of everyone. Crawled between her and me like he was
staking a claim–like he had the right. Bold. Possessive. Absolutely
out of line. And the worst part? I was so fucking proud I could barely
keep a straight face.
I should’ve been furious. Embarrassed. A Master letting his sub get
away with that? Unheard of. Public correction was the only way to save face, and I delivered it. But I wasn’t about to flog my boy for wanting me to himself… So I found another way. Something
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humiliating, yes–but also safe. Controlled. Mine.
Make no mistake: having him suck me off at that table wasn’t about
me getting off. It was punishment. A lesson.
Not that I’m convinced he understood it that way.
The whole drive, he didn’t dare look at me. Staring out the window,
stiff as a board, like he was waiting for the ax to fall. The kid probably
thought I was going to rip him a new one the second we walked
through the door, though he obviously didn’t think it was fair either.
It was almost… adorable.
When we finally walked into the house, he couldn’t hold it anymore.
He practically ripped his coat off, stripping rough and fast as he spat
out, “Okay, Sir. Let’s hear it!”
I leaned against the doorway, calm as ever. “I was about to ask you
the same thing.”
He kicked his shoes off with all the grace of a frat boy, scowling. “Me?
You’re the one who’s angry at me.”
“I’m not angry, Noah.”
“Oh, right,” he snapped, yanking his thong off and throwing them
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onto a chair. Naked now, pacing with a deep frown carved on his face.
“Let me guess–you’re not angry, you’re disappointed. I embarrassed
you, acted like a jealous freaking girl when someone else was trying
to steal her boyfriend…”
My brow arched. My tone stayed calm. “Is that how you felt? Like
someone was trying to steal me?”
His whole body jerked like I’d hit a nerve. “You tell me! A beautiful
girl–like, gorgeous, naked, flawless-”
“It seems like you’re the one who has a crush on her.”
“What?!” He stopped dead, eyes wide. “I don’t have a fucking crush
on her! And she wasn’t gonna suck my dick anyway, she was gonna
suck yours! And she obviously knows what she’s doing–probably a
cock–sucker expert. Good luck competing with that!” He threw up his
hands. “Not like I care! I mean, I’m not gonna fight for your attention
if she’s what you want…”
I bit back a grin, motioning him over.
“I’d rather stand, Sir.”
My brow went higher. The warning was clear.
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He groaned, muttering under his breath, but finally dropped onto my
lap in a graceless flop, still pouting.
I brushed a kiss against his temple. “First of all, your stripping could
definitely use some work.”
That earned me a side–eye glare.
“Second,” I continued, “the only thing I was disappointed in… was
that you thought I’d ever hurt you like that. Noah, I had no interest in
that girl–or any other girl, for that matter. Yes, she’s beautiful. Yes,
she probably is very good at sucking cock. But you…” I tipped his chin
so he was forced to meet my eyes. “…you will always be my favorite
cocksucker. No matter where we are.”
He blinked, torn between proud and offended. “Umm… I don’t really
know how I feel about that statement, Sir.”
I kissed him–slow, tender, one of the kisses I knew melted him down.
“Take it however you want, baby boy. Just know I had zero intentions
of letting her near me. We agreed: no thirds without mutual consent.
And I would’ve honored that… if you’d let me.”
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.
