Bondage (19 page)

Tobias did as he was told, trying very hard to keep his movements smooth and graceful, ignoring the press of his erection against his trousers. He was well aware of eyes on them, and he wouldn't give Noah anything other than his best. He passed his tie over and unbuttoned his shirt at the throat, fingers perhaps a little too eager, but the sleeves went up without issue. When he was done he automatically went into standing display, his arms behind his back and his pelvis thrust out.

A lesser man would have blushed. Tobias was not a lesser man.

Noah grinned. "Good boy. Beautiful." Noah pushed his hand into Tobias groin and pulled it away again. "Now, what are your words?"

Tobias moaned, unable to stop himself. "Yellow and red, sir," he managed. "Sorry, sir."

"Don't be, I like your sounds." Noah drew a finger along his jaw. "Turn around."

Tobias turned, forcing himself to keep his breathing even as Noah wound his own silk tie around his wrists. He wasn't at all scared or worried; he did wonder when exactly the last time he'd been so aroused had been, and finally gave up trying to think about it. All that mattered was Noah and being good.

When Noah was finished he tapped Tobias on the shoulder. "You may kneel with me now," he ordered gently as he took his seat again. "Good boy," he added, running his fingers across Tobias' shoulders once he was kneeling. "I expect you to let me know, or to use your words if anything is uncomfortable." He picked up his water again and took a long sip.

"Of course, sir," Tobias said, lightly testing his bonds. He made a soft sound before he knew it was going to happen and froze, his eyes down and his back straight.

"Something wrong?" Noah asked.

"No, sir," Tobias said immediately. "Not at all, sir."

"I don't think we'll stay very long. I'm looking forward to getting you alone."

"Me, too, sir," Tobias said, with more enthusiasm than he'd really intended.

"Oh, you sound so ready, boy." Tobias thought he finally heard a tightness in Noah's voice, too. "Been thinking about that crop? Where do you like it best? Your ass? Your shoulders? Thighs? Tell me."

Tobias swallowed. "I like it best if it starts at the top and goes down; shoulders, ass, thighs... and then back to my ass. I like to ache, sir." He closed his eyes and tried not to sway into Noah, his heart pounding wildly.

Noah hissed softly and very obviously shifted in his chair. He cleared his throat and stood abruptly. "On second thought, we're going now. Ready? I want to lead you out just like this. Any objections?" Noah asked, apparently giving Tobias to opportunity to put limits on the game if he needed them.

"No objection," Tobias said, waiting for Noah to stand so he could walk at heel.

Noah seemed pleased and got his feet, taking Tobias' jacket with him as he slowly wended his way through the tables toward the exit. He didn't so much as glance back to see if Tobias was following.

"Short visit, sir." Mikey grinned and winked from the bar.

"Just a teaser, Mikey. Call us a cab?"

"Right away. Goodnight, sir."

Noah nodded and led Tobias down the stairs again.

There must have been a cab in the neighborhood, or the club had a deal with a particular service, because they only waited about three minutes before a car pulled to the curb. Tobias held himself back, wanting to open the door for Noah but utterly unable to. It was an odd feeling.

Noah got the door and helped Tobias in instead, putting a hand on Tobias' head to keep him from cracking it on the door frame just exactly as any good cop might, before sliding in after him. Noah gave his address, and the cab made its way into more adequately lit parts of town. "That knot work was superb. I took a knot work seminar a few years back, nothing nearly that elaborate, but I think I'll refresh my memory tonight. How does that sound?"

Tobias nodded, his mouth going dry. He was discovering all sorts of things out about Noah. "That would be wonderful, sir," he said honestly.

"Excellent. Good boy." Noah was quiet for much of the cab ride after that, stroking his fingers across Tobias' shoulders and through his hair. When they arrived at Noah's apartment, Noah paid the driver and helped Tobias out of the car. "The outside steps are steep; we'll go up together, all right?" He threaded his fingers around one of Tobias' arms. "Easy does it."

Tobias let himself be guided up the familiar stairs, everything unfamiliar with his hands tied. It was an other-worldly feeling, and he could feel how protective Noah was being of him, how careful.

The elevator was much easier on them both, and thankfully they didn't run into any of Noah's neighbors as Noah unlocked the door to his apartment. "Go right into the living room and kneel," Noah ordered, stopping to hang up Tobias' coat. "Straight down the hall."

"Yes, sir," Tobias said, following his orders and going right to the center of the room, where he sank to his knees. He kept his head up and his eyes down, but he'd lost his breathing for the moment, almost panting as he tried to center himself.

"I'm out of your sight, but you're safe, I can hear you just fine if you need me. I'll be right there." Tobias didn't even have time to answer, as Noah was by his side in moments with a bottle of water in his hand. "Water before we start, boy?"

"Thank you, sir," Tobias said gratefully, his head tipping back for Noah to pour some into his mouth.

Noah gave him small amounts, until Tobias had had his fill. He helped himself after that and then took a few steps away. "Bedroom, then. Come, boy."

"Yes, sir." Tobias got to his feet with a little trouble, his head spinning slightly. He took a deep breath and went to Noah's heel, following him carefully.

Noah stopped just inside the door and turned to face Tobias. He reached forward and tugged Tobias' shirt out of his pants, then started to unbutton it. "Turn around," he ordered.

Tobias turned, slowly, unsure of what exactly Noah was going to do. He was more curious than nervous, and with a shudder he suddenly relaxed, willing to let Noah do exactly what he wanted.

Noah took his time untying Tobias' hands and then removed Tobias' shirt, tossing it, along with the tie, on a chair in the corner. "Turn to face me and strip," he ordered, but only waited there long enough for Tobias to turn before walking away. He stepped into his closet and returned with several lengths of bright red bondage rope, which he tossed onto the bed. From a drawer he pulled two crops, one longer, one shorter with a flatter, wider leather lash.

Tobias wondered when exactly Noah'd started keeping ropes in his closet, but didn't react otherwise. Instead, he undid his trousers and pushed them down, taking off his socks at the same time. He folded his pants and put them to the side, then stood and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. Fully aware of his erection and his audience, he slowly lowered them and stood up, his cock bobbing as it was freed.

Noah swung both crops and seemed to settle on the shorter one. He made his way over to Tobias. "Very nice," he said, giving Tobias' erection a firm tug. "On the bed, on your knees and face the headboard."

Tobias moved quickly, another soft noise coming from his throat. He did as he was told, knees spread for balance, and felt utterly exposed, his nipples tightening in anticipation.

Noah climbed up on the bed and knelt behind him, far enough away that their bodies didn't touch, but close enough that Tobias could feel his body heat. He took one of Tobias' arms, bent it gently at the elbow and rested it against the small of Tobias' back, then did the same with the other arm. "Hold onto your forearms... yes, like that, good boy," Noah praised him and Tobias saw a length of rope disappear from his peripheral vision.

Noah began to bind his biceps together, looping the rope around one arm and then the other carefully. His fingers felt confident, but he was moving slowly, probably from being out of practice. "This should feel firm, but it shouldn't pinch or interfere with your circulation. If you notice the ropes are too tight as I am still binding you, please tell me so and I will fix it." He reached around Tobias, securing his forearms to his torso. "If at any point you do use your words, I'll stop what I'm doing and ask you what you need first, all right? If you need me to undo the ropes I will, but it takes time, so don't wait until the last minute if your fingers feel like they're going numb. Understood?" Noah paused while he waited for Tobias' reply.

Tobias nodded. "Yes, sir," he said in a low voice. "Feels fine so far." It did; it felt good actually, the rope smooth and cool, holding him firmly where it touched him, supporting his arms.

"Good." Noah continued to tie him, this time binding his forearms together from elbow to wrist, leaving his hands and fingers free to move. "All right," Noah said moving off the bed. He put his hand on the front of Tobias' shoulders. "Stay up on your knees and bend forward at the waist. We're going to lower your shoulders to the mattress. Go on, I'll make sure you don't fall over."

As Tobias leaned forward, Noah guided him to the bed. "You'll want to be comfortable, you won't be moving for a long while. What do you need? Does this hurt your back at all? I can prop your shoulders on a couple of pillows if it does."

"Back's fine," Tobias said after a moment. "But the pillows will help me keep off my neck, so, yes, please, sir." Really, he would be comfortable, once he got past the initial resistance to being bound. He deepened his breathing and concentrated on working past the mental block, knowing he was safe with Noah.

Noah moved quickly and helped settle the pillows until Tobias said he was comfortable. "Your ropes look very nice. I haven't bound anyone in quite some time; it's satisfying to use them again." Noah was well out of sight behind Tobias when he felt hands on his ankles. "I'm going bind your ankles now," he said helping Tobias cross one over the other. "You should be concentrating on breathing and relaxing, I'll be rewarding you with the crop soon."

Tobias moaned and nodded, his breathing off for another moment until he could get settled again. He wished he could see what Noah was doing to him.

Noah slowly lashed his ankles together, and Tobias could feel him placing each turn of the rope carefully and finally knotting it off. The rope was pulled up between his thighs and looped through the lines of rope across his chest. "Oh, that is pretty, boy, all that red rope against your skin. You look lovely, I wish I could show you... wait, I can." Tobias heard a drawer open and close and then Noah was holding a square mirror where he could see it. He angled it slightly and Tobias got a partial look down the length of his body.

He stared, lost in the intricate knots for a moment. "It's beautiful, sir," he said honestly. "Thank you."

Noah smiled. "You've been very patient, boy; are you ready for the crop?" He moved away, taking the mirror with him.

"God, yes," Tobias whispered. "Please, sir."

"I don't want you to come without my permission. Do you need a ring?" Tobias could hear Noah testing out the crop rather heavily on his own body, probably his thigh. It had obviously been a while since he'd held a crop in his fingers, too, so his caution was appreciated. Noah slapped himself several times and then swept the crop through the air so it made a loud whooshing sound.

Tobias shook his head. No way was he going to depend on a ring to do as his Master asked. He'd make Noah proud of him. "No, sir. Thank you, sir," he said softly.

"Good boy." Noah sounded pleased. He appeared at Tobias' right side, just in his peripheral vision. "Breathe, and we'll get started."

Tobias had a few seconds to steady his breath and then the first blow came down on his right shoulder, the crop making a snap against his skin. Tobias jumped, as much as the ropes would let him, and let out a hiss. It was a good strike, nice and sharp, and it tingled in his bones. It made his balls throb. "Thank you, sir, may I have another?" he whispered.

There was a short silence and Noah took a few steps back, but his voice was clear and confident when he finally spoke. "Yes, my boy. You may." Tobias heard Noah's footsteps round the foot of the bed and he came up on Tobias' left side. He didn't warn this time, just raised his arm and laid another stripe.

Tobias closed his eyes and breathed through it, wanting to wiggle. When the sting had faded a little he said it again. "Thank you, sir, may I have another?" The words just fell from his mouth, coming back like a mantra.

Noah laid another stripe on each shoulder before taking a short break for water. Tobias caught the movement as Noah tossed his own shirt and tie on top of Tobias' things. He felt the crop slide across his ass, but Noah was no longer in his line of sight.

"We continue," Noah said softly, his voice low. The sting was to his ass this time, his right cheek, and the blow was crisp.

"Oh, God," Tobias gasped, quickly following that with his thanks, his cock leaping. He could feel the head getting wet as he leaked pre-come.

Another stroke matched it on the other side, and then a third. "Tell me how it feels, boy."

"Feels good, sir," Tobias managed. "Stings. Hot. It tingles and feels like... like more, sir." Oh, God, he wanted more. He wanted whatever Noah would give him, whatever he'd be allowed to beg for.

Noah's groan was unmistakable. He wasn't used to keeping his own reactions a mystery; that kind of subtlety was trained into a Dom. "More?" Noah added a fourth sting to Tobias' ass. "On your thighs now, then?" A blow landed squarely across one and then the other. "Ask me."

"Please, sir!" Tobias said immediately. "More, sir, if you please. Please flog me, please take your pleasure from me, Master." He tried to bury his head in the pillows but couldn't, quite. "Oh, God, sir, please," he whispered. "More."

The blows started to rain down on Tobias' thighs -- three, maybe four more before Noah moved back to his ass. "Talk to me," Noah ordered after adding another stripe. His voice was husky. He still wasn't hiding his own arousal as perhaps he ought to have been, as a more experienced Dom would have. "How do you feel?"

"Feel like I'm on fire, sir. Like I'm going to explode, yell, come... God, please. Fuck me, please. Hit me, fuck me, do what you want, just use me, sir," Tobias said, talking as fast as he could, panting. His balls were tight, his chest heaving, and he felt like he was walking a fine line between begging and losing what small amount of control he had.