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Tobias stilled for a moment, letting Noah's orgasm roll over him, feeling it ripple along his cock and up through his body where something magical happened and in a brief shiny explosion his own was triggered. "Noah." He knew he said it, had no idea if Noah heard it, and then it didn't matter because he was coming, pushing deep and hard into Noah's heat, letting Noah take his weight. "Mine."

Noah reached back and fumbled blindly, finally getting hold of Tobias' wrist and giving it a squeeze. "Master," he breathed, trying to press closer, and sighing in frustration when he didn't get the closeness he seemed to be looking for.

Tobias smiled a little, utterly exhausted. "You might be the end of me, pet," he said, shifting enough so he could gather Noah into his arms. "Sex in the kitchen and cuddling, too.

You're spoiled."

"Yes, sir. I know how lucky I am." Noah sighed and smiled, relieved, leaning into Tobias.

"That's good." Tobias kissed Noah's hair and nuzzled him gently. "And I'm lucky. Because you're still making supper.

And that was the best kitchen sex this floor's ever seen."

Noah groaned. "That's the best kitchen sex I've ever had,"

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from their kiss last weekend. "Uh. The best kitchen sex I've ever had, sir. Damn it. Sorry, sir."

Tobias laughed, he couldn't help it. "Don't worry about it, boy. I'm in a good mood, so we'll call that a swat on the ass barehanded. Whenever I feel like it." Noah looked like he recognized both the reprieve and the open declaration of intent to grope, and he met Tobias' grin with one of his own.

"Now," Tobias said, rolling slightly away, "let's get cleaned up and get dinner going. I'd hate to fall over from hunger."

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Chapter 22

Tobias was pleasantly surprised with supper when it finally appeared on the table-Noah had made a wonderful stir-fry once he'd been relaxed. Tobias made a mental note to remember that—if Noah was having a hard time in the kitchen, sex wasn't a bad thing.

After the dishes had been done and put away Tobias had taken a pliable and eager Noah across the yard to the playroom and had him strip just inside the door. He didn't use a plug or any form of chastity device, telling Noah that it wouldn't be needed. "We're going to try this again, boy. Just your back and my flogger. If you get hard, fine-the point of it this time is for me to know you."

Led into the ring, Noah obediently went to the spanking bench and arranged himself over it, holding onto the handles underneath. Tobias watched him, made sure that he was balanced and steady before turning to the trunks and getting the kangaroo flogger. "Are you ready?" he asked softly, rolling up his sleeves. "Do you know what I need?"

Noah took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. It would have been understandable had he been a bit nervous, but Tobias didn't sense that he was uneasy about this encounter.

"Yes, sir, I've given this a lot of thought. I was hoping you would bring me back here tonight. I think I understand what you need now." Noah answered him with confidence, although the truth of his statement remained to be seen. "I'm ready."

"Okay, then." Tobias showed him the flogger, once more spreading the tails. "You have your words, and if you don't 208

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use them when you have to, you'll regret it. I want honest reactions, Noah-it's my job to work within your limits until we both know them. We can push them later."

Tobias made sure that Noah took a good look at the flogger as he spread the tails in front of him. "I understand, sir. I will be honest," Noah assured him with a deeper, quieter voice this time, as he began to carefully control his breathing.

Tobias moved to Noah's side, keeping all of his movements calm and steady, not even letting his foot move one iota faster than his most reassuring pace. He felt calm as well, part of his mind noted; he'd worried that he wouldn't be.

When he'd decided to take Noah right back to this he thought he might, perhaps, be a little nervous, a little too uptight; thankfully, his training and instinct seemed to be working well.

He raised his arm and began, keeping to the same steady, unrelenting stroke pattern he'd used the weekend before, the tails landing with a solid thud.

Noah hissed at first and sighed. "It's a beautiful flogger, sir," he said almost casually. "Feels different than conventional leather." He grunted. "Stings a little more ...

especially when the tails wrap."

He was fairly relaxed for the first set of strokes, breathing carefully through the slap of the flogger, keeping control. But it wasn't long before Tobias was treated to the effects of his work as Noah allowed himself to react outwardly to the sensations he'd held too close the week before.

They were subtle at first, low moans, soft grunts, a wince or a sharp hiss. He watched as Noah found his space, 209

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watched as his boy's head dropped forward and his shoulders rounded. And then, at last, he got what he'd been waiting for.

"Sir..." Noah gasped softly. His breathing became more erratic. "Stings. Feels like needles and ... uhn!"

Tobias nodded, keeping his rhythm exactly the same. "Yes.

Do you want more or less? Could you stay in this space for a time, or is it too intense?"

"Rhythm is fine, sir." Noah hissed and then continued,

"Little less strength if you ... ah ... if you need me here awhile, sir." Noah bit his lip and grunted, then took a deep breath and let it out slow. His back was a nice hot pink, not too red yet, no stripes.

Tobias eased up. "Good boy. Thank you, Noah. You look lovely, you know."

"Thank you, sir, I want to please you," Noah sighed, and Tobias took note of the way that Noah's body stretched around the block as his blows eased up. He could see that Noah was comfortably settled in his subspace. "That's a light sting there, sir. I definitely feel it, but ... but I can take it for a while."

Noah let out a long, low moan. A quick glance confirmed his pet's arousal, though it was new yet and Noah wasn't fully erect.

"And if I merely continued like this I could make you beg, couldn't I?" Tobias asked, making sure to keep his voice low.

He was fully aware of his tone, his cadence and diction-they were as much a part of his tool chest as the flogger in his hand. His voice was perhaps his favorite implement of domination, and he'd been well aware of Noah's reactions, 210

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almost from the beginning. "I could soothe you with it, no matter the sting-I could make you cry," he continued. "You like the pain, you need it. Not a lot of it-you don't like to hurt, you just like the focus, and now I know the point ... you've really done well, sweetheart."

Noah's erection was swelling, his breath coming faster, and Tobias watched him carefully, making sure that the strokes were even and perhaps a little lighter; the effect had been started, the trick now was to ride the edge of it, not topple Noah off into pain and not back too far away from it.

It made Tobias hard, the power he had. The pride he felt in Noah's reactions.

"Thank you, sir. I am yours, Master, I will beg for you, cry for you, anything you want I will do for you." In this space, Noah was only capable of his truth. He wasn't deliberately crafting his words to please Tobias, he was speaking from the heart-from the space where subs learn to give over. "Your voice is so..." Noah moaned again. "So rich, sir, I love it when you speak to me."

"I'll always speak to you if you need it. I'll always speak the truth. When I'm silent it's for you to learn from, not a punishment." Lessons, always lessons to give, and if Noah would learn them at any point, now was a good time to start.

"I will always tell you what you need to know, boy. Not what you want to hear, sometimes, but the truth. You can trust my voice, my word. I'll protect you."

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stiffly. He lifted his head and whined almost pitifully before dropping his head down again, letting it hang from his shoulders heavily.

Noah groaned and sighed, and when he finally spoke to Tobias, his tone was almost imploring. "Everything in me wants to trust you, Master. I do trust you, I need to, I need it like I need air to breathe and the sting of your whip."

"So let me," Tobias urged, his arm falling faster, lighter still. "Let me hide you from the world and let you fly. Let me be your champion."

Noah gasped. "Yes! Yes, Master. My champion, my savior!

I have no thoughts but you, no needs but yours. Take me, have me." His skin broke out in gooseflesh. "Tell me what you need from me. Touch me, Master, will you? Please, touch me?"

Tobias slowed the flogger, merely caressing Noah with it.

He didn't need it, didn't require it. All he needed was Tobias, and Tobias knew he'd broken through. He was there.

"Mine," he whispered, resting a hand heavily on the back of Noah's neck. "You're mine, sweetheart. And I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, thank you, Master." Noah lifted his head and gulped in air, releasing it in a short relieved sob. "So good to me. So good for me. Tell me what you need, please. Tell me what I can do for you."

Tobias smiled broadly, peace floating over him like a mantle. "Come for me. Now."

Noah threw his head back and gasped, his shoulders tensed and his back arched steeply. All it took was two rapid, 212

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shallow breaths and Noah shot hard, come soaking his knees, and the floor beneath him. "Oh! God ... Master, Master," Noah sobbed Tobias' title as his climax shuddered through him. The look on his face was priceless, stunned and surprised by how easy it had been to follow his Master's command.

"Such a good boy," Tobias purred, kneeling down to touch Noah's face. "Beautiful. So good to me." He stood up smoothly, one hand still holding the flogger, the other undoing his trousers. "Now open up, boy. You earned a reward."

"Thank you, sir." Noah smiled slightly and rubbed his lips together, eyes on Tobias' cock as he freed it. As Tobias stepped closer, Noah pushed up on his elbows for better leverage and opened his mouth wide to accept him, giving Tobias an unobstructed path right to the back of his throat.

It felt incredible, the warm, wet heat and suction made somehow even better with his success. Tobias took his pleasure eagerly, his cock throbbing and aching, making his blood surge. He knew he was gasping, could hear himself groaning out words of praise and need, filthy demands that Noah take it, suck him, and then he was coming, exploding into Noah's throat with a roar.

Noah swallowed easily, or at least that's how it felt through the heavy fog of orgasm, and then his boy was licking him clean, admiring, worshipping his cock and balls from his perch on the spanking bench. By the time he had the presence of mind to let go of Noah's hair, Noah had thanked him profusely and had settled back into position on the bench, his 213

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fingers resting loosely on the handholds and his eyes on the floor.

Grinning, flush with success and riding the bliss from his orgasm, Tobias sank to the floor in front of Noah and smiled up at him, barely suppressing delighted laughter. "Well done, boy." He lay back on the floor and looked up at the ceiling, stretching languidly as he tucked himself away again. "How do you feel?"

Noah smiled, but it wasn't the silly smile from earlier, it was more subtle, almost sentimental. "I feel very relaxed, sir," he answered softly. "Relieved, happy." He shrugged and absently reached up to run fingers through his hair. "I feel good."

"That's the way it's supposed to feel," Tobias said softly.

"Not like you've been through a train wreck. It's supposed to make us both feel ... better. Whole."

"I have so much to learn." Noah reached out and laid a warm hand on Tobias' ribs, just letting it rest there, lazily.

"Do you feel whole, Master?"

Tobias felt his smile grow and he tangled their fingers together. "I think I do, sweetheart." He sighed and gave Noah's fingers a squeeze before sitting up. "Time to clean up, I'm afraid. And then I think we'll go back to the house-the bed's waiting."

"Yes, sir. Would you like me to go with you first and draw you a bath? I can come back and clean up while you relax."

Noah stood up and made his way down the aisle to the supply stalls.

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"Thank you, Noah," Tobias said, genuinely pleased. It was really the first time Noah had spontaneously and naturally suggested a way he could serve, without any leading or prompting. "I'd like that very much."

He got up and together they dressed enough for the elements; Tobias briefly thought it would be nice to have a tub in the playroom, but once again he admitted that if he did that he'd have to set up a bedroom as well. It was an internal discussion he had every time he felt this good. He disliked having to walk across the yard to his bath and bed, but he needed the playroom separate from where he lived ...

otherwise he might never leave the converted stables.

Tobias let Noah settle him in the bath with scented salts, an equestrian journal, and a glass of ice water, and relaxed while Noah disappeared to tidy himself up and then clean the barn. It was hard to say how long Noah was gone as Tobias had been dozing a bit, but when Noah returned, he'd left his clothing elsewhere. He appeared with a towel in his hands and Tobias' robe over one arm.

"Would you like me to warm up the water for you, sir?"