Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Aiden

God, Noah looked absolutely wild.

It wasn’t just the sleek leather thong clinging to his ass, the gleaming silver O-ring fastened snugly around his throat, or the brand-new cage shimmering at the peak of his thighs. No, it was the stark contrast between us—him pale and restrained in crisp white, while I was clad head to toe in black leather. Like the devil and his angel.

Though, honestly, my boy was far from angelic—just saying. The faint blush creeping above his mask as he shrugged off his coat said it all.

He wanted this. Mortified, yes, but obedient and stubborn enough to prove he could handle it—that he wasn’t going anywhere. And damn, I had to respect that kind of grit.

Without a word from me, he dropped down onto all fours. His knees pressed against the cold marble floor, head bowed low, hands spread wide—every inch of him radiated surrender.

Christ, he was learning. And fuck, if that didn’t make my blood run hotter.

I let my palm rest lightly on the back of his neck as Hale approached, just to feel the subtle tremor beneath my touch. Obedience, yes. Fear, too. The perfect combination. My boy.

As we moved forward to meet Hale, I caught Noah crawling carefully, like he was trying not to crack a dozen eggs with every step. He flinched, muttering something under his breath—God only knew what. For all his determination, grace was still a work in progress.

He must have caught my gaze because he gave the tiniest shrug, as if to say, “What can you do?”

“Sir,” he whispered, voice dry and shaky with nerves, “have you tried this floor? I’m gonna need kneepads.”

I couldn’t help but twitch my mouth. Smartass. Even terrified, the brat couldn’t hold back. I tugged his collar just enough to remind him who was in charge. “Maybe I’ll get you some—along with a muzzle.”

My chest tightened, but I kept my expression neutral. “I appreciate that.”

He leaned back, eyes sharp. “Your membership grants you access to everything—training rooms, stages, private chambers. Bring your clients, your submissives. We’d be honored to waive your fees and offer you a position here. Exclusive. As one of our trainers. One of our Masters.”

Noah stiffened beside me, holding his breath. I felt the tension radiate through him, pressed against my thigh, his body so tight it practically hummed. I slid my fingers through his hair—not just to steady him, but to steady myself. To remind me of what truly mattered.

Pride flared hot inside me. The honor. The recognition. For a fleeting moment, I saw myself there again—leading, commanding, someone who mattered. But then reality snapped back—

My boy trembling beneath my hand, my team relying on me, my time already stretched beyond limits.

I set the glass down carefully. “It’s an incredible offer. I’m honored. But for now—I have to decline.”