Free The Mormon and the Dom by Nix Knox Page A

utterly tormented cock swung back and forth in dire need of relief. One touch. One stroke. One breath would probably send him into a screaming orgasm that would practically render him blind, but that was something Ronan wasn’t going to give him until he was good and ready.
    “Tell the truth, Noah. You want to suck my cock because you’re a hungry little cocksucker.”
    “I swear I’m a good boy.”
    “You’re a naughty boy with a filthy mind.” Ronan slapped his buttocks several times. Rather than flinch away, Noah found himself lifting his ass higher so that he could feel more of Ronan’s punishment. The pain sparked across his body, but it wasn’t agony. It was curious how he perceived the act of being spanked. What excited him was the idea of getting caught for being bad. He loved the sound of Ronan’s swatting hand, but now he discovered the hotter his buttocks got, the better it felt. Noah hadn’t understood how anyone could take pleasure in pain but now he did. Pleasure didn’t come from the pain, not for him. The pain surged awareness of his vulnerability.
    The fact he couldn’t do anything but submit made Noah even more conscious of his body. That attentiveness wasn’t about his body being attractive. Not at all. The focus was on the fact that he wasn’t his body. Noah, the unnamable, inherently personal, decidedly special thing that made him Noah Cameron wasn’t his flesh and bones but something untouchable. No hand could damage him. No manacle could hold him. No vicious word or cutting look could harm him unless he granted that person the power to do so .
    It was possibly the greatest insight he’d ever had in his life.
    Unless Noah gave the person permission to injure him, they had no power at all. At this very moment, he’d willingly chosen to give such awesome control to Ronan. Noah had surrendered because he trusted him. Ronan would do as Noah had asked. Ronan would push him physically, and even psychologically, but Noah had the power to stop the trial at any time.
    For the first time in his life, Noah was bound but free.
    “You’ve left me no choice, Noah. I have to punish you more.”
    Noah sighed and closed his eyes. He wondered what Ronan would do next. Anticipation tightened his body while simultaneously easing his mind.
    When he felt Ronan grip his buttocks and yank them apart, he tightened his lower body.
    “You dare try to pull yourself from my grip?” Ronan released his buttocks and spanked them several times. Each blow shook his cock and balls, making them seem hungry for contact. “You will allow me to inspect you. Lift yourself up on your toes.”
    Intrigued, Noah did as Ronan demanded.
    When he took his ass in hand again, Noah struggled to keep his legs taut while relaxing his butt. It was impossible. Noah did his best to please, knowing that he was destined to anger his master. Clearly, that was what Ronan was going for. Ronan deliberately gave him tasks he would fail to accomplish so he could keep on punishing him.
    “Oh, Noah. You are in so much trouble.”
    Ronan’s hot breath caressed Noah’s exposed hole. He gasped at both the delicious feeling and Ronan’s words. “Sir?”
    “You’re so tight it’s going to take weeks for me to open you up.”
    “Open me up for what?”
    “My cock.”
    Noah’s eyes rolled back as he pictured Ronan struggling to thrust his thick tool into the narrow channel of his ass. When Ronan let go of his buttocks, Noah uttered a sigh of disappointment. He couldn’t see Ronan, but Noah knew he’d moved away, because he took his body heat with him.
    When he returned, Noah wondered what would happen next. He wasn’t prepared for Ronan’s finger to slide down his back again. Just like before, he stopped his descent right above the split in Noah’s buttocks. Holding his breath, keen with anticipation, Noah felt something cool and slippery slide down into his crevice. Noah almost asked what was going on but stopped himself at the last