Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

“It’s a device designed to support various positions and enhance comfort,” I explained calmly.

“No kidding. Like yoga, but with a dick involved,” he joked, smirking playfully.

I shot him a pointed look.

He grinned wider. “Sorry, Sir.”

Tonight wasn’t meant for anything heavy or serious. I made it clear he wouldn’t be tied down or punished—not this evening. Instead, we could explore together, ask questions, touch, and learn. And that’s exactly what he did.

His eyes landed on a set of anal beads, and he nearly dropped them in surprise.

“Are these for juggling?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” I replied firmly.

“Are you sure? Because I swear I saw something like this at a circus once.”

“You won’t be juggling those, I promise,” I said, watching his face flush with embarrassment.

“Oh, God,” he muttered, cheeks burning red.

I observed him quietly, entertained by every subtle change in his expression—the blush creeping up his neck, the nervous laughter, the mix of awe and curiosity flickering in his eyes.

When his gaze settled on the spanking wall—a neatly arranged display of leather belts, wooden paddles, fur-lined slappers, floggers of every shape and material, and even a cane—Noah froze.

“Wow,” he breathed, blinking as if he’d stumbled into a medieval torture chamber. “Sadistic much? Have you actually used all this freaky stuff?”

I raised one brow. “No. But I might, if you keep that tone.”

He gave me a dry, unimpressed look and gestured toward the assortment like a game show host presenting prizes. “Seriously though, why do you need ten different paddles? I only have one ass.”

I fought the urge to laugh—God knows I tried—not wanting to embarrass him further. “Different tools serve different purposes. This one is a Faux Leather Spanking Paddle, that’s a Wooden Spanking Paddle, and here’s a Fur-Lined Impact Paddle.”

“Okay… but what’s the difference between the faux leather one and the wooden or fur-lined paddles?” he asked, frowning in confusion.

“It’s ‘faux,’ not ‘fox,’” I corrected gently as I picked up one of each. “And if you’re genuinely curious…”

I landed a second smack accompanied by a warning look. “Because this paddle is for longer sessions. It warms the skin without bruising. Would you like me to demonstrate with a very prolonged session?”

“No, thank you, Sir. I think I understand,” he said quickly, rubbing the spot with his hand.

Finally, I brought out the fur-lined slapper. Even before I touched him, he relaxed noticeably. “That one sounds mean but feels gentle. Perfect for teasing.”

After all three had left their marks, I leaned down, my hand tracing warm paths along his back from our brief contact. “Any other tools you want to know about?”

“Nope, Sir. Not curious at all,” he replied breathlessly, his cheeks flushed—not just from the paddles.

“Smart answer,” I said, tapping his thigh lightly. “I suggest you behave. Otherwise, you’ll get a detailed introduction to every single one.”

He scrambled to his feet before I could repeat myself. “Got it. Lesson learned.”

I didn’t push him further. His cheeks were still rosy, and his grin twitched despite the faint sting he’d earned. There would be time later for intensity, for correction, for discipline… But tonight was about just the two of us.

His voice, his curiosity, the spark in his eyes as he started to wonder what else might be waiting—that was all that mattered now.