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Aiden
The moment I’d accepted that invitation the night before–and saw
the almost immediate response confirming my attendance for tonight -my heart hadn’t stopped pounding. It had been ages since I’d
stepped foot in one of these gatherings, let alone one as exclusive as
this. The Dominium wasn’t just a club; it was a stage. A place where
names were made, reputations carved, futures sealed.
And mine? Mine had been buried for years. Tonight could drag it back
into the light, polish it with fire, and brand it again with the kind of
recognition I’d thought I’d lost forever–a different field, but one in
which I could still shine. If I played it right. If I was flawless.
Everything needed to be perfect: the outfit, the stance, the discipline.
Presence wasn’t an option–it was a requirement. That part, I had
covered. I could project control, command, dominance as easily as I
breathed. But what I was choosing to do tonight… that was the
gamble.
Taking Noah.
He was the wild card. The boy who had already pushed me further
than I’d ever planned to go. Who had made me teeter between
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obsession and ruin. And yet, bringing him into this world wasn’t just
dangerous–it was necessary. The perfect test. The perfect chance to
cement his obedience, to show him exactly what his submission
meant beyond the walls of my basement or the safety of my home.
For Noah, this would either be the moment he proved himself–or the
moment he broke. And if he broke, it wouldn’t just cost me him. It
could destroy everything.
I turned, studying him with sharp eyes, weighing my words, every
syllable sharpened with warning. “Tonight is important,” I said
quietly. “More important than you realize. Everything you say and do
has weight. Every word you speak–or don’t speak–will matter. You
follow my lead without question, you obey without hesitation, and
you do not test me in public. I need you on your best behavior.”
His grin was quick, cocky, an instinctive deflection. “Yes, Dad. I’ll try
not to pick my nose in public.”
My jaw flexed, but the corner of my mouth betrayed me with the hint
of a smirk. Christ, he never made it easy. His irreverence was his
shield, his humor a blade he wielded against fear–and against me.
“This isn’t a joke, Noah,” I said, voice dropping lower, steadier, threaded with the gravity of steel. “If you embarrass me tonight, even once, you’ll regret it. But if you make me proud–if you trust me- you’ll learn more in a single evening than you have in all the weeks
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we’ve been together. Tonight is not about what you want. It’s about
proving who you are.”
I didn’t tell him where we were going. He didn’t need to know. What
mattered was whether he’d trust me enough to follow.
Now, as I buttoned the crisp leather vest tailored to my torso–silver
clasps gleaming low, harness straps crossing over my chest–Noah
hovered behind me, eyes like shards of awe. The weight of his stare
was a second skin, prickling, tightening.
I tugged on slim leather pants that fit like a second skin, slipping into a matte–black trenchcoat draped over a rare silk shirt–subtle, yet soft
enough to betray a wild edge. Gloves went on last, smooth, fitting, completing the uniform only hinted at in the dim light of my
bedroom. Every piece was precise: styled for presentation at a
gourmet leather event but daring enough to scream who I am. The air shifted around me as the outfit came together, authority settling like
armor.
“So…” Noah drawled, “judging by your outfit, we’re either headed to a
Godfather convention or you’re about to publicly execute somebody.”
I shook my head, hiding the twitch at my mouth. “I am going to
execute you if you don’t stay quiet.”
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Noah’s gaze stayed glued to me. I stepped aside so he could help me
adjust the belt–a thick leather strap with a silver buckle, just below
my waist. His fingers grazed my hip and pulled back like he got
burned. Heat chased up my spine, fierce, undeniable. His mouth
parted slightly, his eyes dragging down me like he couldn’t stop even
if he tried.
“Fuck…” he breathed before catching himself, softer this time,
reverent. “Sir… you look–Jesus–you look incredible.”
His voice carried that edge of awe, that pull between devotion and
hunger, and for a second I had to look away. The boy had no idea what
it did to me, watching him stare like that. The raw admiration, the
worship laced with desire–it stripped me bare in ways no spotlight
ever had.
When I slipped out a small box from high on the closet shelf, his eyes
flicked up in wariness. Inside were tiny leather g–strings–white, red,
black–perfect for a sub’s night out. I handed Noah one: black.
He stared at it like it was poison, examining the string attached to the
cock pouch. “Yeah, right… What the hell is this supposed to be?”
“That’s your outfit,” I said, tone flat. “And that will be one.”
“No way,” he said, eyebrows shot. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
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“That’ll be two strikes,” I warned, arching an eyebrow. “Put it on.”
He rolled his eyes but slipped it on, trying to fit his groin inside the
pouch. Then I held out a soft leather choker with a sleek silver O–ring
in the front. “And this is yours.”
His laugh cracked: “Oh, come on, Sir. Not a chance!”
He looked at me as if I was about to place a garrote around his neck,
yet he didn’t walk back.
Good start.
I clipped it around his neck, unyielding. “Now it’s three,” I added. He
pushed against me, playful defiance blazing in his eye, but the silence
curdled with tension. The weight of the collar was more than leather;
it was promise, and threat, and belonging.
His shoulders eventually sagged in resignation. “Are you sure I should
come along? I don’t have anything to wear that’ll ever match what
you’re wearing.” His voice carried genuine concern now, softer,
stripped of the bravado,
“Don’t worry,” I said softly, running my thumb over his collar. “Where
we’re going, you won’t be needing much else.”
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He swallowed. The thought tightened something in me. No
destination. Only trust.
I grabbed a small leather satchel–slim, unmarked–and packed inside
two dark masks and a leash. He didn’t see. I wanted this night to
unfold without expectations; surprises would be the currency.
Then I turned to Noah. God, he looked so incredibly beautiful and so
mine… The smile I used was warm, but my heart was hammering with
anticipation and fear. “We leave now. This will be your first real
challenge.”
“No pressure, then,” he whispered, voice steady but his throat tight.
I pulled him close, brushing his hair back, feeling the tremor of
nerves beneath his skin. “This is what you wanted, Noah. We begin
tonight–with this. It’s on my terms, and only you and I know how it
starts.”
He looked at me, a quiet understanding kindling in his pupils. Nerves,
yes. But trust–and an unspoken readiness. I wanted to break his
every wall, to strip him until nothing remained but the truth of what
he was beneath me.
It was time.
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.
