Chapter 52
Noah
I wanted more.
I didn’t understand how I could be this scared, this overwhelmed, and this hard all at once. I didn’t understand why surrendering to him made
me feel safer than I’d ever felt in my life. Why every strike made me want more–not less.
I didn’t have answers; I only had Aiden…. And he was setting me on fire.
The third strike came without warning–sharper than the last, just under my ribs.
I gasped, back bowing against the mattress, a whimper torn from my throat before I could stop it. The sting bit through me, hot and biting, but before the pain could settle into fear, Aiden’s mouth was back on me. He kissed over the mark like he owned it. Like he wanted me to feel every
contrast–burn and balm, discipline and devotion.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
I didn’t know why…. It didn’t hurt that badly. Not really. But something inside me was unraveling–like the act of being touched like this, cared
for even in pain, was rewiring parts of me I didn’t know were still broken.
I felt a sob catch in my throat and forced it down.
The fourth landed across my inner thigh.
“Sir-” I cried out before I could stop myself, only to flinch the second I did.
A moment of silence.
Then his voice–low and quiet near my ear.
“Do you need to stop?”
“No,” I whispered, barely able to breathe. “I–I’m okay.”
“You’re more than okay,” he said gently, kissing the edge of my jaw. “You’re doing beautifully.”
Something shattered in me.
The last time I cried like this, I’d been alone in that closet, biting the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t make a sound. I’d taught myself that silence was strength. That feeling nothing was survival.
And now.
Now I was trembling under someone else’s control, and still somehow I never tolt more safe.
The final strike hit just above my hip
I choked on a cry, hall pain, ball–release, and he caught it with his mouth swallowing the sound in a kiss that undid me
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I was wrecked.
Utterly, hopelessly wrecked.
And all I could think was how badly I needed more of him. All of him. Inside me. Around me. Owning me.
My voice cracked as I whispered, “Please…”
My whole body was fire and nerves, stretched and bound, completely at his mercy. I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t touch him. But I felt him. Every inch of his presence pressing down on me, every breath brushing my skin like heat and warning
He didn’t speak right away. Instead, I felt his hands–slow, deliberate–run down my sides, fingers dancing over the places he’d marked with the strap. He kissed each one. Licked over them. Bit at them softly, teasing little shocks of pain and pleasure that made me shudder.
Then his mouth moved lower. His tongue traced down my stomach, his lips brushing my skin with maddening care. I felt the warm press of his chest against my thighs, the way he spread me open even more–like he needed full access. Full control.
When I felt his breath on me–hot, focused–1 nearly sobbed.
“Aiden–Sir- My voice cracked. “Please, I can’t…”
He didn’t need more encouragement.
His lips met the base of my cock with a reverence that stole my breath. He kissed there, slow and possessive, before dragging his tongue up the underside–slow. So slow it hurt. My hips twitched but went nowhere, strapped down and trembling. I moaned, blind and desperate, every sensation sharpened by the dark.
And then his mouth was on me.
Warm. Wet. Devastating.
I gasped–so hard it caught in my throat and stuttered out as a moan. My fingers clenched around the belt holding my wrists, legs trembling against the restraints.
