Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

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Noah

Cold slid down my throat-bone and sketched a line over my chest before my brain could form a thought. I jerked in the cuffs, leather biting, breath snagging

on the edge of a sound I didn’t make.

“Is an ice cube something to fear, Noah?” Aiden’s voice came from nowhere and everywhere at once.

“No, Sir.” My throat was dry. “I just… didn’t know you were here. Why would you not come back sooner?”

“Why would you not call for me sooner?”

I bit back the first dozen answers. Of course that’s the lesson-trust isn’t silence, it’s reaching. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

The cube traced slow circles over my chest, dipped to my stomach, then climbed back and parked around my nipple until it pinched tight from the cold. I sucked in air through my teeth. Under the blindfold everything felt louder-my breathing, the thud of the bass somewhere in the room, the little shift in air that said he’d moved even when he didn’t touch me. I was uneasy-dark room, tight cuffs, everything close-but I was also hyped as hell wondering what was next. Teasing? Spanking? His hand? Honestly, at that point even a few sharp hits sounded good if it meant he’d get on with it.

The cold vanished. No footsteps, no clink, just that bass line and me trying not to squirm. Then something brushed my stomach-soft, lots of thin strips at once, like a leather mop barely touching down. It slid off my thigh and disappeared. When it came back, the tap had snap to it. Not pain. Just a jolt that woke my nerves and made me brace for the next one. He did the same on the other thigh. Heat crawled in right under the nerves.

He kept moving, matching the beat. Strands dragged over my chest, skimmed the ribs, fell along my calves. First instinct was to flinch, but it changed fast- my body started leaning toward it. When the leather flicked my nipple and tightened it until the sting turned into something better, I made a sound I didn’t mean to make. The tails ghosted over my cock and a noise ripped out of me-need, hunger, full-on begging without the word.

“You see, boy, this isn’t just for punishment,” he said, calm like he could read a grocery list while doing this. “In the right hands it teaches pleasure.”

“Yes, Sir.” Came out too fast. Didn’t care.

The light flogger stopped. I heard a heavier one come off a hook-different weight, different swish. He didn’t hit right away; he just let me sit in it. My heartbeat got stupid.

*This one you know,” he said. “Different purpose tonight. Do you want it?”

Last time that thing had lit my back on fire. I still didn’t understand how it could be anything but a weapon. But he was steady, and I trusted that. “Yes, Sir.”

The swish, a half second of quiet, then-impact. Smacked across my upper chest hard enough to jolt me. Solid. Controlled. Not the brutal pace I remembered. The shock tore through me and left everything buzzing like I’d been plugged in.

“Breathe,” he said, “I will not hurt you.”

I dragged air into my lungs and made myself let it happen. He fell into a rhythm with the music-one strike, wait, another a little lower, then one angled so the tails wrapped and pulled heat into the spots he’d already bit. My body stopped bracing and started waiting for it. Want came in waves.

Metal clicked. A second later something bit my nipple and held. Tight, sharp. I hissed and shifted against the cuffs. The second clamp went on, and I swore under my breath until the burn leveled out into a steady tug.

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