Free The Mormon and the Dom by Nix Knox

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    “You’re thinking of it right now, aren’t you?”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “You keep saying you’re sorry, but you don’t stop with your wicked thoughts.” Ronan sighed loud and long. “I’m going to see if I can spank the lust out of you.”
    Noah shivered so hard he almost knocked himself off the table. He’d never been so excited. Even in the depth of night with his blanket over him so no one could ever see what he was doing, he hadn’t been able to make the fantasy as good as this reality. What made everything better was the feel of Noah’s body as Ronan attached straps to the rings of the manacles and pulled them just taut enough to restrict Noah’s movements. But there was more, too. It was the feel of the spreader bar preventing him from pulling his legs together. It was the smell of the equipment, of leather, of Ronan, all blending together. Even the sound of his heartbeat and Ronan’s powerful voice added to the depth and breadth of the act. A fantasy was good, and they had pleased him greatly once he allowed himself to have them, but nothing could touch the power of reality.
    Overwhelmed by stimulation, Noah thought he was going to climax before they even got going. As if he sensed that, Ronan smacked his buttocks several times. Again, the noise was deafening, but the pain was minimal.
    “Don’t climax until I give you permission.” Ronan ensured that Noah was back from the edge of the table so that his cock dangled in midair.
    “Yes, sir.” No matter how he squirmed, Noah couldn’t rub his prick against anything for relief. The stance made him feel acutely vulnerable and almost desperate to gain his master’s permission to climax.
    “You are so very attentive, Noah. Such a perfect little submissive.” Ronan had all the points anchored now and stepped back, presumably to enjoy his work.
    When Noah tested his limits, he found he didn’t have that much freedom at all. What surprised him was that he wasn’t afraid. He thought he might fear being bound because of the loss of control, but if anything, he felt safer than he ever had. There was nothing he could do but stay where he was and allow Ronan to do as he pleased.
    Ronan walked around the table several times. Noah was only able to see him when he was toward the front of the table, and that was only because he didn’t have his head turned to the side but facing forward.
    Each time Ronan walked by, his thick cock bounced, making Noah hunger to taste him. Unfortunately, even if Ronan were to change the script and let him, he’d have to unfetter Noah from the table. There wasn’t any room to get Ronan’s cock up to his mouth even if he wanted to. It was then that Noah realized that was the point. He wanted Noah to see what he couldn’t have. That he dangled such a delicious device just out of reach was the wickedest form of taunting Noah had ever experienced. The more he saw Ronan’s cock without being able to touch it, the more he wanted to do so.
    Ronan stopped right in front of the table. He put his hands on his hips, forcing Noah to look at his prick. “Tell me how badly you want to suck my cock.”
    “I don’t.”
    “Liar.” Ronan moved around to the back of Noah’s bound body and slapped his ass. This time, the sound was lessened as the pain increased. It wasn’t excruciating, not at all, but it was a noticeable difference.
    Ronan returned to the head of the table and took the same stance. “Confess, Noah. Tell me the truth.”
    This game wasn’t at all what he was expecting, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy playing along. Earlier, he’d wanted to please his master, but now he realized that he also craved more of his master’s punishment. The two conflicting needs were a delicious psychological torment.
    “I told you. I’m not like that.”
    Around to his backside Ronan went again. “You are like that, Noah.” Ronan slapped him harder this time. Noah’s whole body jiggled. His cock, his rock-hard,