Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Aiden

The drive back to the house was filled with a heavy silence, the kind that presses down on you without a single word spoken. I could almost sense the storm of thoughts swirling inside my baby boy’s mind, like static crackling in the air, even though he kept his lips sealed. Tonight had been… intense. I’d done everything I could to shield him, holding him close, guarding him from the hungry eyes that seemed to want a piece of him the moment we stepped inside. The sheer nerve of those people—he was mine, and no one was going to lay a finger on him. Just like no one was allowed to touch me.

But, of course, everything went sideways the moment Noah decided to turn into a human cock-block.

Goddamn it. He’d practically growled at that poor girl like a dog guarding a bone, right there in front of everyone. He literally inserted himself between her and me, like staking a territorial claim—as if he had the right to do that. Bold, possessive, and completely out of line. And the worst part? I was so damn proud of him that I could barely keep a straight face.

I should have been mad. Embarrassed. A Master letting his sub act like that? It was unheard of. The only way to save face was public correction, and I made sure to deliver it. But I wasn’t about to punish my boy for wanting me all to himself. So, I found a different way. Something humiliating, yes—but also safe, controlled, and most importantly, mine.

Make no mistake: having him suck me off at that table wasn’t about my pleasure. It was a punishment. A lesson.

Not that I’m sure he understood it that way.

During the entire ride, he didn’t dare meet my gaze. He stared out the window, rigid as a board, like he was bracing for the worst. The kid probably thought I was going to tear him apart the second we stepped through the door. Though, judging by the way he frowned, he clearly didn’t think it was fair either. It was almost… endearing.

When we finally got inside, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He practically tore his coat off, stripping quickly and roughly as he spat out, “Alright, Sir. Let’s hear it.”

I leaned casually against the doorway, calm as ever. “Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.”

He kicked off his shoes with all the finesse of a frat boy, scowling. “Me? You’re the one who’s mad at me.”

“I’m not mad, Noah.”

He groaned, muttering under his breath, but eventually collapsed onto my lap in a graceless flop, still pouting.

I pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. “First of all, your stripping could definitely use some work.”

That earned me a sideways glare.

“Second,” I continued, “the only thing I was disappointed about… was that you thought I’d ever hurt you like that. Noah, I have zero interest in that girl—or any other girl, for that matter. Yes, she’s beautiful. Yes, she’s probably very good at sucking cock. But you…” I tipped his chin up so he had no choice but to meet my eyes. “…you will always be my favorite cocksucker. No matter where we are.”

He blinked, caught somewhere between pride and offense. “Umm… I don’t really know how I feel about that statement, Sir.”

I kissed him slowly, tenderly—one of those kisses I knew would melt him down. “Take it however you want, baby boy. Just know I never had any intention of letting her near me. We agreed: no thirds without mutual consent. And I would’ve honored that… if you’d let me.”