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“I felt that way too.”
“Well, it was hot. You’re a sexy motherfucker. I’m trying not to just drool over you for your looks, and believe me, I love a lot more about you than those, but they don’t hurt.”
That I could handle. “I’m glad I please you, Daddy.”
“You haven’t even started pleasing me.”
I thought of those old Batman cartoons, and how the words appeared over their heads.Bam! Zip! Powwie!That was how all of Noah’s words hit me. They struck me right in the dick.
It wasn’t long until we were back at the motel, parked in the garage that led to just a floor below our room. That was where it started, in that secluded parking garage.
He told me to pull out my dick, and I did it right away. Though it wasn’t really hard, he looked over at it, seemingly satisfied. Then he said something that made me swallow a dry lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat. “Take a look at it. You’re not gonna see it for the rest of tonight, and I might not let you see it for a few more days after.”
My head dropped then, not so much to look at it, though I did, but because I was confused, aroused, and most of all, cautious.
It was mostly flaccid, as I’d just come twice at the movie, but my confusion seemed to get me started again, as it was filling with blood. “I’m looking,” I confirmed.
“That’s a nice fucking dick, boy. One day I’ll let you fuck me with it. I think it’ll feel real good.”
Thinking about sinking into Noah’s tight ass, that firm backside that worked out daily with the riding and work he did, that made me groan again. “I’d like that, Daddy.”
“Okay, put that dick away now, boy. Say goodbye to it for a while.”
“Goodbye,” I whispered, then tucked it back into my pants, the same pants that had that big plug in the pocket.
“Let’s go to the room.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
As we walked to the elevator, I got a pinch to my ass that surprised me and made me jump. In the elevator, he had me on edge, as he’d taken my hand again, but still had a free one. We were only heading up one floor, but in that short time, he’d stood in front of me, give me bruising pinches to my chest and nipples, then moved back beside me like he was having the most casual of nights.
I’d seen Doms in the clubs that were bright red and sweating from screaming and working on their submissives, but him? Everything he did, he did in a quiet and casual way, never fussed, never loud. It was intriguing, to say the least.
We walked, again, hand in hand, to our room down the long hall and once he pushed that little card into the slot in the door and it turned green, Noah whispered, “It’s time.”
It was ominous, but again, I was there for it. I was taken into the room, and without a word, Noah spun me around to face away from him, toward the television, so I could still see in the reflection. As I watched, Noah stripped the bedspread off the bed and pulled down the blankets to expose the fitted sheet underneath.
I was glad he took off the spread, as I knew, like pretty much everyone did, that didn’t get regular washings. Noah was thorough, thoughtful, and when he turned me back around, he kissed me tenderly.
On edge, I took to the kiss well. It was a good type of edge, but Noah cared and wanted to make sure I was all right moving forward. My face was taken in those two strong, calloused hands, and I was made soft by them.
“You’re becoming the love of my life. It’s fast, it's reckless, and I swore I’d never be those things again, but with you, I’d make that exception every time.”
He always thought out the things he said, never threw around words that didn’t mean something to him. I knew he meant it, and more of that inner place settled. I didn’t say a word, as I was speechless, but he brushed a tear from my face. “No one’s ever gonna hurt you again, unless we’re playin’, and… well, we’re just about always gonna be playin’.”
I knew that was true, simply, beautifully true. No matter how rough the play got, there would be kind words after, and a loving touch. “Now, let’s go get you cleaned up a little.”
After grabbing the green t-shirt he’d been wearing earlier that day, he tore it into strips. Watching him setting a piece in his mouth, ripping it, the sound alone had me going.
Taken to the bathroom, I watched as Noah filled the tub after wiping it down with one washcloth. As it filled, I was undressed, but not until I was blindfolded. “Can’t have you looking at your dick,” he explained as he wrapped one piece of the ripped shirt around my head, covering my eyes and most of my forehead and nose. Then he took another piece of it and covered the first with it. He wanted to be sure I wouldn’t see anything, and anyone knew a person could see through the fabric of a t-shirt.
Once I was completely blindfolded, he undressed me, giving me prompts to sit on the lid of the toilet, lift one foot, then the other. It was methodical and slow, and in the middle of it, the water was turned off and the room got almost silent.
I was made to stand on my bare feet, and he led me to the tub, very carefully helping me into it, and the hot water felt good on my feet that were cold from the hard floor. He had me sit in the tub and then he told me he would be right back and left me for only seconds.
When he returned, he helped me lay in the tub, the water over most of my body relaxing me. A hand moved over my chest and stomach, then each leg, and I could almost feel his eyes on me.
He said very little through this time, mostly communicating through touch. I felt the hair tie come out of my ponytail and he immediately ran a brush through my hair.
