Chapter 60
Aiden
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I’d seen it the moment he stepped onto the field today.
Something was wrong.
Noah wasn’t himself. His focus was shot, his rhythm off, his energy muted in a way I hadn’t seen in weeks. At first, I thought it had to do with our training, or maybe the strain of living in two worlds–one as my quarterback, the other as my submissive. To be honest, I felt a surge of fear I couldn’t ignore. Fear that he might be tiring of what we had–of me. But the longer I watched him, the more I realized it wasn’t that. Whatever had him today, it was deeper. And I couldn’t put my finger on it.
When he arrived late tonight, I wasn’t angry. Concern outweighed any need for discipline. He’d been giving me his all lately–in practice, in the classroom, in our private hours. I’d watched him grow into an incredible player and an equally remarkable submissive, his obedience sharpened by a quiet hunger to please me that I couldn’t ignore.
And it wasn’t just about the rules or the control. We’d been building something together. Bonding. Connecting…. He’d opened up to me about his friends, his desires, his dreams… even some of the troubles that weighed on him. I’d expected–no, I’d hoped–that tonight he’d do the same, but when I gave him the chance to speak, he shut me out.
That… disappointed me. More than I wanted to admit, because my mission with Noah was never just about obedience. It was about life- helping him grow, guiding him through more than the rituals we practiced behind closed doors. I wanted to be there for him. To help him carry whatever weight he was shouldering. But I couldn’t do that if he wouldn’t let me in.
I was still sitting in that quiet conflict when he looked up at me.
Those eyes–clear, pained, beautiful–held mine with a rare kind of certainty. And then, for almost the first time, he told me what he needed.
“I need you to punish me, Sir.”
It wasn’t what I expected. Not even close. But in that moment, I knew I’d give him exactly what he’d asked for–even if that meant through punishment and pain.
“Come with me,” I said, standing.
Noah hesitated for a fraction of a second before rising to his teet, following as I led him out of the living room I didn’t take him toward the bedroom. Instead, I headed for the half at the back of the house, past the study, toward a door he’d never seen me open.
He stayed quiet as I unlocked
We went down a narrow set of stairs, my hand brushing against the cold rating. At the bottom, then locked door waited opened it.
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The room was dim, lit by low amber sounces that bathed the walls in warmth and shadow. Deep red velvet curtains hung over the far wall, absorbing sound. The scent was faint but unmistakable–leather, polish, and something sweeter underneath like sandalwood and oak.
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The space was fully equipped Hooks in the ceiling, gleaming under the light. A Saint Andrew’s cross bolted to one wall, a bondage swing in the corner, a heavy four poster bed draped in black satin…. Shelves along the far wall were lined with toys, restraints, paddles, whips, crops- everything in its place, gleaming like it had been cared for even in disuse. And in the center of it all, the spanking bench. Black leather padding, marked for comfort, polished steel rings at the base and sides for testraints.
Noat’s eyes swept over the room, lingering just a second too long on the cross. “This looks like a medieval dungeon,” he murmured.
I almost smiled. “The lighting’s better. Less rats.”
That earned me a small, nervous huff of a laugh.
“Don’t let the setup fool you, I added, stepping past him. “This isn’t a place for chains and cages. I’m not in the business of locking anyone up as a sex slave.” My hand brushed along the edge of the bench as I spoke. This is… an outlet. My own project. A space apart from the rest of the word where everything is deliberate, structured, and under my control”
I glanced back at him. “And where you’re safe.*
I watched his eyes take it all in. Shock. Apprehension. Curiosity.
“I haven’t been down here in a long time,” I said quietly. “Not since Micah
Hi gaze flicked to mine.
I wish I could show this to you in different circumstances,” I went on. “Slower. For something we could take our time with. But tonight…. there’s only one piece of furniture we need.”
I paided his toward the spanking bench, resting a hand on the smooth leather surface.
“This,” I said, “is nothing to be afraid of. In fact, as I said, it’s here to make sure you’re safe. Good posture. Comfortable restraints. No strain on your body while we work
He swallowed, nodding slowly.
“What’s your saleword?
“Mercy, be said without hesitation
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“It might not stop it forever,” I said, my voice low, steady. “Not until you fully surrender. But I’ll be here through all of it.”
“And will you… will you stay after?” he whispered.
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“Yes, Noah. I’m not going anywhere. For as long as you need me.” I let the promise settle between us before adding, “I won’t count tonight. There’s no number. We’ll go as far as we need to go, and when we’re done, we’ll be done.”
I didn’t know then how much this would hurt me… and him. But then again, there was too much I didn’t know.
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