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"Oh, God." It sounded as if Noah was biting his lip, and he shifted a bit. He couldn't shift very far, though, certainly not 74

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far enough to escape Tobias' tongue or fingers. Tobias licked the other leg as well, and the crease between Noah's thigh and his ass. Then Tobias slipped the tip of one finger into Noah's ass for a brief moment.

"Oh, my God," Noah hissed as Tobias' finger entered him, and he raised his ass slightly to meet it, which apparently served to disappoint him further when Tobias rolled to his feet and moved away. He whimpered and turned his head to look over his shoulder, careful not to look directly at Tobias but attempting to keep him in his peripheral vision.

"Eyes front, boy, or I'll put a mask on you," Tobias said almost absently. He was looking at the wall, trying to find a crop that would sting and make a lot of noise.

Noah's head snapped back to face the wall. "I'm sorry, sir."

"I'm sure you are," Tobias replied. "However, I won't warn you a second time." He peered at the wall, finally seeing something suitable. He lifted the crop and tested it on the arm of the chair, satisfied with both weight and the snap.

"This will do," he said, putting it on the table near the cross.

He pulled off his sweater and tossed it onto the chair, then picked up the crop and stood next to Noah. "Don't you agree?"

"You know best, sir," Noah answered with a strain in his voice that betrayed more than just arousal.

"I do. Trust that, boy. I know best." Tobias stepped back and swung quickly, laying a stripe across Noah's left shoulder.

Another stroke, and the right matched.

"Oh!" Noah yelped in surprise at the blow.

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"You know," Tobias said easily, "I firmly believe that regular discipline lessens the need for punishment." Another snap and the two lines were neatly connected. "But then, punishment is often a rewarding experience. What do you think?"

Noah hunched his shoulders and then flexed them. He puffed out air with a rough sound and cleared his throat.

"Punishment is about learning from mistakes, discipline is about learning not to make them," he said quickly. It was obviously a phrase he'd studied carefully at some point. He took two quick breaths, held them a moment, and when he exhaled he relaxed somewhat.

"I'll accept the first, not the second." Tobias laid a fourth stroke on Noah's back and stepped close, pressing one finger into him and slowly thrusting back and forth.

Noah groaned. "Oh, God." His head dropped forward.

"Mistakes are allowed, made up for, and forgiven.

Discipline lets you know yourself, lets you gain strength."

"Yes. Yes, sir. I ... that's better. Know myself. So good to me." Noah's breathing was shallow, his body responsive, as his fingers scratched at the leather.

"I can be so good to you," Tobias whispered, thrusting his finger in slowly and twisting it. "I can take you out of yourself and put you back. I can teach you, find you, and hurt you."

With that he pulled his hand away and stepped back, snapping the crop again and raising a red welt on Noah's thigh. Noah swayed slightly to the side after the blow, but he reacted as if the pain were almost incidental to the conversation they were having.

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A critical look at the mark reassured Tobias that he'd selected his tool well; there was a sting certainly, and he hoped Noah didn't have to do a lot of moving or running over the weekend, but the sound the crop made had almost as much punch as the actual strike. In Noah's current state, he could actually back off on the weight of the blows and let the sound do his work.

"Pain can cleanse," Tobias said aloud, letting his tone return to normal. "Regular spankings, regular chores, they can give you a sense of place, of what you are. When you know in your heart that you are submitting, you can take joy in these things."

"God, yes, I need that, to go there, to come back whole again, need it so much." Noah's voice held tension and emotion, but he deliberately squared himself on the cross again and straightened his shoulders.

"Knowing your place brings peace," Tobias said, making a second mark on Noah's thigh. "Knowing you're cherished brings serenity." Another mark and he snatched the plug from the table, dropping the crop. "Believing you are your Dom's most important responsibility brings ecstasy," he whispered, none too gently thrusting the plug into Noah. Noah gasped loudly and then went silent and still. "Your needs are met, your body is cycled through pain and pleasure, and your Dom's pleasure becomes your own."

Tobias was a bit concerned until Noah exhaled and nodded. Noah had gone a little beyond speech for a moment, but he came back quickly enough.

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"Oh God, sir, I ache ... so hard it hurts..." The poor boy whimpered again and dropped his head back. His eyes were closed tightly, his face flushed. He licked his lips.

"I know, sweetheart. Because I want it, because I ask it of you." Tobias seated the plug in Noah and made sure it was secure before he stepped back and picked up the crop.

"Because you're mine," he said, swinging the crop again, doubling the stripes on Noah's back. Noah whimpered at the blows and rocked forward, pressing his face into one of his arms. "Because I can take you where you need to go."

Noah was still trying to breathe deliberately, but he seemed to be losing that battle quickly now, too. He hung there and moaned softly.

Tobias smiled, watched Noah fly away from himself. He put the crop down and moved close, noticed the sheen of sweat on Noah's body and on his own. His own breath was coming quicker, his cock throbbing mercilessly. He traced one of Noah's marks with one finger, then gently twisted the plug, jostling it slightly, intentionally.

"Ah..." Noah squirmed and gasped as Tobias unseated and reseated the plug.

"And I can bring you back," Tobias whispered softly. "Time and again, boy. Your pleasure can be made from mine, if you submit."

"Anything to please," Noah gasped again, "to please you, sir." He tried to straighten up without much success. "So good to me."

"Try, and you please me. Fail and try again? I'll go to the end of the world to protect you." Tobias tugged on the plug 78

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once more, dragging it out of Noah's body and replacing it with his fingers, two of them stretching and opening the muscle, seeking Noah's gland. "Beg me," he said, biting on Noah's shoulder. "Beg me to fuck you and I'll show you how good my pleasure can be."

"God, yes!" Noah jumped at the chance. "Please, please, sir, please ... Fuck me, love me, please, sir, will you? Oh, God!" Noah keened and sobbed and Tobias knew he'd found the spot. "Fuck me sir, please!" He tugged on his wrists and arched hard into Tobias' hand.

Tobias groaned and thrust his fingers faster, stroking inside his boy quickly. His boy, he was sure, he hoped; his hurt and aching sub, begging to be taken, to be loved. He gave up any further attempts to fool himself; he needed to possess this man, to care for him, to teach him.

"Please, sir!" Noah begged, writhing against him, and Tobias forced himself to move, to pull away. "No!" The cry was piteous, and Tobias immediately touched Noah's hip.

"I'm right here, I'm not going. I promise you, I won't." One handed, he undid his trousers and released his aching erection, gasping as he touched himself. "I'm right here, sweetheart. Just getting the condom."

"Sorry, oh, God, thank you, yes, sir," Noah babbled, apparently unsure what the proper response ought to be. He was panting hard now, and every third breath or so he'd sob audibly. He was in almost constant motion, swaying, trembling, tugging on his arms, his need rendering him totally incapable of keeping still. "Want you, want you, sir, want to please you, need you so much."

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Tobias wasted no time at all getting the condom and smoothing it on; it still took more time than he'd have liked, and he cursed himself for not having thought to open the foil before he'd begun. But then he was lining up and pushing into Noah, surrounded in his warmth and scent, and it didn't matter.

"You please me," he said softly, pushing in as slowly as he could make himself go. He held Noah steady with one hand, the other sliding over sweat-slicked skin to find the cock ring.

"Ah! Yes, oh, God." Noah gasped as Tobias filled him, bending slightly to improve the angle.

"You please me," Tobias said again, unsnapping the ring and letting it fall away as he took Noah in his hand.

"Thank you!" Noah sobbed at Tobias' words, relief in his shoulders and joy in his voice. And then, to complete the moment, he came as soon as Tobias' hand was on him, shooting so hard that he was left gulping for air, tears streaming down his face. "Thank you, so good, oh thank you

... Oh sir..."

It was a good thing Noah was bound, or Tobias would have ended up holding him up himself. As it was, Tobias had to lock his legs to brace himself against the contractions of Noah's orgasm. "Noah," he said hoarsely. "My boy." He let go, partly not wanting to fuck Noah raw by taking too long, but mostly because he had to, he couldn't not move, thrusting deep into Noah's body over and over.

Noah was tight and pliant and felt so much better than anything else, and the sounds of them, the smell of them and the cross and leather swelled around Tobias until he was 80

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clinging to control by a fine thread. He slammed into Noah again and the thread broke as he came, seemingly for ages, a low growl filling the air. "My boy."

"Sir," came a quiet reply. Noah's voice sounded hoarse.

Noah was almost rag-doll limp, every muscle having been stretched to its limit, and Tobias forced himself to find his legs for the sake of his submissive. He pulled away, disposed of his condom, and deftly hooked a foot around the leg of the chair to pull it over. He released Noah's hands quickly and caught him under the arms to put him in the chair before bending to unlace his feet.

Noah winced a bit as he was seated, but he settled all right. He was spent and drenched with sweat and was beautiful. "Thank you," he said again, starting to come back to himself.

Tobias smiled, kneeling in front of the chair. "Thank you.

Do you feel up to standing for a moment? You're in my spot."

He winked and touched Noah's face, hoping it would be taken for the tease it was and not a criticism.

Noah grinned. "I think I still have legs," he answered, holding out a hand by way of asking for help to get up.

"Yes, but do they work?" Tobias rose and helped Noah up, catching him around the waist as he swiftly turned them. A gentle tug and he was happily seated with a warm and satiated Noah on his lap. "Better?" he asked, cradling him close.

"Oh yes, sir." Noah leaned into him. "You're wonderful. I feel so good."

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"I'm glad," Tobias said, kissing the top of Noah's head. He sighed softly, every bone in his body content. "Rest, boy.

Relax with me, and know you made me happy."

Noah did relax, and they stayed there for a long while just listening to each other breathe. Noah eventually excused himself to clean up a bit and returned a few moments later with some lemon scented towels from a warmer in the bathroom. One he used to pat Tobias' face and then left it in Tobias' hands, and the other he used to gently clean Tobias'

spent cock before kneeling at his feet.

"Permission to speak frankly, sir?"

Tobias nodded. "If you're respectful."

Noah nodded. "Of course, sir, always," he responded, sounding genuinely surprised that Tobias would expect anything less of him. "I need this. I need you. I haven't felt like this-like I did after our last session, like I do right now-felt like myself in so long. I don't want to make any in-the-moment decisions, but I need to ask you if you will consider meeting me, out of this context, perhaps Monday for lunch to talk. I would be very grateful, sir."

Tobias felt relief flood through him like a drug, and he was grateful he was sitting so that he could concentrate on his expression. He tried not to let Noah see how desperate he'd been for just such an offer, how glad he was that he hadn't been forced to sit and wait for another phone call. "It means a great deal to me that you're asking," he said after a moment. "And it means even more that you're thinking rationally about it, aware that you're floating right now. It 82

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shows not only respect for me but for yourself, and that's important."

"Thank you, sir. I hope that you will consider it. I don't want you to feel pressured into answering right now, though.

You have my cell number and it's yours to use."

Tobias smiled and shook his head. "I will, but I can agree to meeting now. I'm just not sure if Monday is good, I'll have to check with my partner and see what our rounds look like.

Usually I'm in late on Mondays and she drags me around until dinner time."

Noah nodded. "I have a scheduled lunch break every day at noon, or if it's more convenient, I can arrange an evening meeting. I'll wait to hear from you on it, sir."

"I'll call you on Monday, then, but I suggest you plan for Tuesday instead. Just to be on the safe side." Tobias smiled and stretched, the light glinting off his watch as he did so. He glanced at and sighed. "Ah, damn. I'm going to have to go soon," he said regretfully.

Noah nodded. "I understand, sir. Have a shower, the bathroom is amazing."

Tobias nodded and stood up, considering inviting Noah in with him. Then he thought of the time and the fact that Noah would probably keel over at the invitation and he kept on walking. He didn't let himself grin with his success until he was standing under the spray of three shower heads, the noise sufficient to mask his delighted laughter.