Free The Mormon and the Dom by Nix Knox Page B

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    When Ronan’s finger slid downward with barely any friction, he realized it was some kind of lubricant. The closer Ronan got to actually touching Noah’s hole, the more he extended his legs and angled his ass up. He wanted to feel his touch there. He wanted to feel him slide that thick, rough finger in and make him dance in his manacles.
    With maddening slowness, Ronan moved his finger lower. When the tip touched the edge of Noah’s hole, he gasped. If not for the restraints, he knew he would reach back and hold himself open for Ronan’s touch. Just when he didn’t think he could stand it anymore, Ronan eased his finger inside Noah’s ass.
    Lifting his head, Noah let out a cry of relief. He felt as if he’d been holding his breath for all of his life, waiting for this precise moment. Somehow, through everything that had happened in the span of half a day, he’d discovered himself.
    Faster, firmer, flicking the tip over Noah’s prostate, Ronan worked his finger in and out while Noah struggled to stop himself from screaming.
    “Scream all you want, you filthy boy. No one can hear you but me. No one is going to come and save you from the truth.”
    Crying out in need and pleasure, Noah ultimately surrendered to sensation and had the most mind-bendingly intense orgasm of his life.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Ronan had made a submissive climax without touching his cock before, but this was different. For one, he was using his bare hands and not a toy, something he’d never done. Another was his own reaction. Ronan was so close to finding release it was something he could almost taste. The feel of Noah’s rectum quivering around his finger was what brought him to the edge of that luscious precipice. In the midst of his pleasure, Noah was stunning.
    Long, strong legs tried to come together but the spreader bar held them wide. His head was up and back as his hands futilely grasped for something to hold on to. His cries were loud, lusty, and seemed to reach right into Ronan’s soul. As much as Ronan wanted to simply step close and rub his cock against Noah—one stroke would probably make him climax—he couldn’t. The moment was Noah’s and his alone. Honored that Noah had trusted him enough to give him control, Ronan wouldn’t do anything to violate that trust. Even his own need to reach release couldn’t compel him to do something they hadn’t agreed on earlier.
    Once the pulsing jets of his climaxed ceased, Noah went limp on the table. Ronan withdrew his finger. From the supplies in the closet, he cleaned off his hands and then gently wiped the sticky lube off Noah. He then applied a protective salve to Noah’s bottom. He hadn’t broken the skin, but his light paddling had turned his skin rosy. Ronan put the cream on him mainly because the thought of injuring such beautiful skin bothered him. Once he had him free of the spreader bar and manacles, Ronan helped Noah to stand upright.
    “It’s okay if you feel woozy. Lean on me.” Noah clung to Ronan as he walked him over to the closet. “Hold on to the wall for just a moment.” Ronan removed a robe and helped Noah pull it on, then grabbed one for himself. The garments were just simple white cotton, but they were also extremely soft. After an intense scene, a submissive needed comfort. It was called aftercare, and it was an essential part of what Ronan did.
    Once they were dressed, Ronan put his arm around Noah and helped lead him to the couch in the living room. Carefully, attentive to the fact that his bottom would be sensitive, Ronan settled in with Noah tucked to his side. When Noah burst into tears, Ronan hugged him close.
    “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
    “Relax. It’s normal.” He’d witnessed all kinds of reactions after the end of a session. That Noah felt emotionally overwhelmed really wasn’t surprising. His fears and concerns were rooted in his emotions, not in his physical state.
    “Really?”
    “Really.” Ronan