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well, he leaned into Noah, rubbing his leather-encased erection along Noah's ass.
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    "I am so happy you are pleased, sir," Noah remarked, a little lilt in his voice. He made a show of tugging on his wrists and pressed backwards.
    "You're wanton," Tobias said calmly. He knew that a great deal of his domination was in his voice; he'd worked hard to be that way. Still, it had been a great deal of time since he'd done this, and it was no longer second nature for him to be powerfully aroused and able to keep it from his voice. He was a little annoyed that he had to work at it.
    "I'm sorry, sir," Noah responded softly, bowing his head, contrite.
    "Now, your legs," he said, sliding down Noah's body in a move reminiscent of Phan's earlier display in the bar. As he moved, he caressed Noah's leg, teasing him until he lifted Noah's foot and placed it at the bottom of the X the cross formed. The feet were bound by lacing them in, up the calves, and Tobias took full advantage, smoothing his fingers over Noah's skin.
    "Mmm ... sir," Noah sighed at Tobias' touch. He moved his other foot into place himself, his fingers spreading flat against the cross, then tilted his head forward and took a deep breath.
    "That's it," Tobias said softly. He laced Noah in, taking care to be just as tactile with the second leg. He could feel the muscles twitch under his hands and he smiled to himself before he leaned forward and licked the inside of Noah's thigh.
    "Oh, God." It sounded as if Noah was biting his lip, and he shifted a bit. He couldn't shift very far, though, certainly not 74

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    far enough to escape Tobias' tongue or fingers. Tobias licked the other leg as well, and the crease between Noah's thigh and his ass. Then Tobias slipped the tip of one finger into Noah's ass for a brief moment.
    "Oh, my God," Noah hissed as Tobias' finger entered him, and he raised his ass slightly to meet it, which apparently served to disappoint him further when Tobias rolled to his feet and moved away. He whimpered and turned his head to look over his shoulder, careful not to look directly at Tobias but attempting to keep him in his peripheral vision.
    "Eyes front, boy, or I'll put a mask on you," Tobias said almost absently. He was looking at the wall, trying to find a crop that would sting and make a lot of noise.
    Noah's head snapped back to face the wall. "I'm sorry, sir."
    "I'm sure you are," Tobias replied. "However, I won't warn you a second time." He peered at the wall, finally seeing something suitable. He lifted the crop and tested it on the arm of the chair, satisfied with both weight and the snap.
    "This will do," he said, putting it on the table near the cross.
    He pulled off his sweater and tossed it onto the chair, then picked up the crop and stood next to Noah. "Don't you agree?"
    "You know best, sir," Noah answered with a strain in his voice that betrayed more than just arousal.
    "I do. Trust that, boy. I know best." Tobias stepped back and swung quickly, laying a stripe across Noah's left shoulder.
    Another stroke, and the right matched.
    "Oh!" Noah yelped in surprise at the blow.
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    "You know," Tobias said easily, "I firmly believe that regular discipline lessens the need for punishment." Another snap and the two lines were neatly connected. "But then, punishment is often a rewarding experience. What do you think?"
    Noah hunched his shoulders and then flexed them. He puffed out air with a rough sound and cleared his throat.
    "Punishment is about learning from mistakes, discipline is about learning not to make them," he said quickly. It was obviously a phrase he'd studied carefully at some point. He took two quick breaths, held them a moment, and when he exhaled he relaxed somewhat.
    "I'll accept the first, not the second." Tobias laid a fourth stroke on Noah's back and stepped close, pressing