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“I get it.” I did. I was a unicorn in my community more times than not. Gay and into BDSM. That was a recipe for not finding that one guy who’d do everything I needed and still be faithful. There was a lot of either/or. So, really, I found my unicorn in Noah.
“I know you do. Listen, if you think the therapist is going to judge you about BDSM, then I have about a thousand articles about it you can send them.”
“Articles?”
“Yup,” he said proudly. “I did my research when I was seeing them a lot. There are studies done that uplift the lifestyle as therapeutic. Big time docs that did their research. One, here in Colorado. He’s written all kinds of papers about it. Fuck, can’t remember his name, but I’ll give you the name when I get back to my computer. I don’t think he takes new clients, though.”
“Still, the articles might help.”
“Of course they will. Didn’t I mention? I’m a genius.”
“God…”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Wewavedgoodbyetothem two days later. Damon loved the ranch so much, he’d started looking for land and homes in the area, and Burke had only put up mild protests.
As soon as Noah closed the door, I felt the warm hand on the back of my neck. “Training. Now.”
“Sir…”
“Get on your knees for me and wait for me to fetch some things.”
We’d fucked the night before last, but it had been vanilla and quiet, as the guests were still in the place. I knew that would change once they left, but I hadn’t expected it that soon.
My man came back into the room, and I heard his boots moving over the wood floors with determination. He was going to get on with my training, and he wasn’t wasting another second.
Oh, damn, that man had a voice that could melt steel when he was ready to play. “Crawl your ass over to the couch. I have to mess with that ass. Get it ready.”
I did as I was told and as soon as I got there, and Noah sat, he pushed me to face away from him, and his hands were rough, insistent as he did so. Over the coffee table I went, and he reached around to unfasten my jeans while speaking in a low, menacing voice. “Interrupting my training. You best not have learned any bad habits.”
“No, Sir,” I said as my jeans were roughly yanked over my hips.
“Did I ask for you to answer? I’m telling you, boy, you better have not learned any bad habits.”
I smiled inwardly, but I felt my mouth shut. I felt him working on my chastity belt, getting it off me, and for the first time since the doctor, I felt my dick free. And, of course, the traitor got hard immediately.
“I wouldn’t let yourself get too turned on. It’s going back in this cage soon. Safeword?”
“Yes, Sir. Red, Sir.”
He stuffed a finger in my ass, none too slowly, and I gasped but otherwise kept quiet. It was covered in lube, which made fucking me with it easy. I closed my eyes, knowing I was in for it. Right when we had begun to really start my training, we got company. Not that either of us had hated it. I knew Noah enjoyed it nearly as much as I had. Still, my training…
I felt something cold and very hard sitting just at my entrance when Noah took his finger from me. It felt huge, like the biggest dildo we had, so I braced for it. Slowly, slowly, it was pushed inside me, and I gritted to take it, my teeth clamped together so hard, I feared I’d break them all into pieces.
Finally, I let out a holler, but just as I did, the bulbous head of the thing was in me, and the staff wasn’t as big. I huffed a few very loud breaths, all the while the sadist man I loved was chuckling.
“Bet that was a little uncomfortable.”
Uncomfortable? My first thought about him, after how hot he was, that is, might have been correct. Maybe he was a psycho.
“Ooh, that’s nice. Your poor hole!”
I felt it moving deeper, and I gripped the other end of the coffee table. “Sir!” I screamed, and he asked for my safeword.
“No, Sir, it’s just… it’s a lot, that’s all.”
“Of course it is. If it’s too much, you have a fucking word, Eli.”
