Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to touch him… not like that. Not even once.

That rule had been set after one of those baths, maybe about two weeks ago.

I had lingered just a fraction too long with the sponge on his stomach, my hand moving slowly toward his hip. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for him to notice. He looked down at me with that inscrutable expression—the one that always made my heart skip a beat.

“No touching me without permission,” he said quietly.

I froze, feeling a flush rise up my neck. “Yes, Sir.”

His eyes held mine for a moment longer before the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “And more importantly—no touching yourself without permission either. No release unless it comes from me.”

I swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking deep. “Sir—”

He smiled again, this time a little more knowingly. “You heard me. That control belongs to me now. Even when you’re touched, you will never dare to come without my permission.”

“But Sir… I—I just never…” My mind raced with a thousand questions, but he cut me off sharply.

*Stop babbling, Noah. If you have something to say, say it.*

I took a steadying breath, knowing this confession wasn’t going to come without a price. “Sir, I’ve never been able to stop myself when I’m about to come. It’s impossible… I just can’t.”

“It’s not impossible, Noah. You can, and you will. In fact, this will be the next thing we work on—orgasm control.”

Fuck.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he leaned back in the tub, calm and collected, while I knelt there, still holding the sponge, my body burning with frustration. I hated myself for letting my big, stupid mouth get me into more punishment and more frustration than I could even begin to process.

Since that day, the baths had become torture. Every slow stroke of the sponge across his chest, every droplet of water tracing down his skin, left my mouth dry and my body locked tight with desire. I’d never been this wound up in my entire life. I was used to releasing the tension daily—sometimes more—either by jerking off to porn or sleeping with a girl when the chance came.

Now, all I had was the heat of the water, the clean, intoxicating scent of him, and the knowledge that my need was irrelevant unless he decided otherwise.

“Em? Babe, what’s wrong?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Dad’s been drinking again.”

My whole body went ice cold. “Where’s Mom?”

“In her room. Door’s locked. But he’s… he’s angry, Noah. At you.”

A loud crash echoed in the background, followed by muffled swearing. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles ached.

“I should be there,” I muttered under my breath. “I should—”

“You can’t. He can never know what you are, or he’ll hunt you down,” she interrupted quickly. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Just—talk to me for a minute. Please.”

But it wasn’t fine. Not even close.