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“That… would be really great.”
The therapy was helping. Three times I’d spoken to Brian over the following two weeks, and each time, I came away tired and drained, but feeling better. Noah and I talked a lot more, too. I told him, as I told Brian, everything about my relationship with Harvey and how it started, how it ended, and the things I’d felt since.
Noah understood I didn’t have any love left for Harvey. He’d listen to me and understand, and that was enough for me.
We didn’t neglect our kink either. Noah was a creative fucker, though I knew about a few of the things we tried beforehand, as he made me ask Brian if that was in the boundaries of the kink-but-not-pain thing. The worst was the lack of orgasm that Brian was completely on board with. I was secretly hoping Brian would nix that one for me, but he said that if it didn’t take me out of my head, it was allowed.
Nothing that was a crutch. Dammit.
Noah started teasing me. That was the newest and most frustrating part of it. He’d walk up to me in the barn, play with my nipples, kiss me in passionate ways, then walk off like he was going about his business.
Joel came by often, and he and I spoke more. I hated to feel like I was giving him advice when I was messed up, too, but he worried me. I caught him twice spying but didn’t get angry with him. His curiosity was natural.
Noah wasn’t denied orgasms, so he started having them more often. Two or three times a day, just to make me crazy. Each time, he’d set the bells on me, and each time, whether I was sucking him, taking a load in the face or licking one off Noah’s boot, the bells would jingle away. Maddening.
The longer it went on, though, the more settled I became. I was his submissive, and he was getting the pleasure I wanted him to have. In a way, taking the pain out of the equation worked well. Noah got to explore more things, and I learned to settle into my role much better. My needs were my own, and he’d pleasure me when I’d earned it. For me, earning it would be getting the okay from the shrink.
One night, Noah surprised me by taking off my cage and kissing the tip of my dick as I stood in the bathroom, waiting to get into the shower with him. He sat on the lid of the toilet and sniffed at it, kissed it and told me if I got hard, he'd add another month.
Just like that, I willed it to stay soft. And it did. Noah’s face below me, his eyes looking up at me, testing me with his sensual glances, and I was good, as he wanted. It made me feel like I’d accomplished something big.
When the two months were finished, I didn’t even realize it. I had taken that out of my mind and replaced it with wanting to please Noah and nothing more. The therapy going well, and everything else falling into place with that. I was shocked the night it happened.
Noah came into the room and took off my chastity belt, my cock and ball cage and then he had me lie back on the bed. I figured it would be another test of my will, of my submission, but then, the strangest thing happened.
Noah held up the little bracelet with the bell. “You wanted to know what the bell was all about?”
“Sir? Yes, but…”
I had lifted my head to watch him at the foot of the bed, and as I did, he smiled in the most wicked of ways. “Well, baby, let me show you the purpose.”
I know it sounds ridiculous and if I hadn’t experienced it for myself, I’d have never believed it, but Noah shook that bracelet and the second, and I mean the very second, that I heard the bell, my dick sprang to life.
My heart started thrumming in my chest and I was panting like a dog in the August sunshine. I needed to be fucked, so badly. I started to rise to my elbows, but Noah was quickly on the bed to hold me down to it. “Not yet.”
“Sir… what the hell?”
“It’s called conditioning. From now on, whenever you hear a little bell like this, you’re going to want to fuck so badly, you won’t know what to do with yourself. And I control it.”
Chapter Thirty
ThewayIfelton that bed, with Noah over me, holding me down by the throat, I was ready to come, and it was the strangest, best thing I’d ever felt in my life. “You are fucking creative.”
“Read about it a long time ago. Thought I’d see if it worked. I think it did,” he said, then moved down to kiss me roughly, biting at my bottom lip when the kiss was done. “My boy is so ready to come.”
“I am, but not until you tell me too, Sir. I need to make it be your pleasure.”
“It is, baby. It’s my pleasure to see you come. You’ve earned this and much more.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as I heard that gruff voice, his hand hot on my throat. It was a sexual dreamscape. “Oh, god, Sir…”
“You can come as much and as often as you like, Eli. Just tonight, though. I’ll think about more when you’re nice and tired and weak.”
I was ready to come just hearing his voice, having his body lay over mine, feeling his breath on my skin…
“In fact, I’m going to make you come again and again, until you feel you can’t come anymore, and then… I’ll make you come one more time.”
It was true. Torture didn’t have to be painful. It could be so much more.
