Discipline Page 18

  Tobias cried out and came hard, his hips pushing wildly as he tried to thrust into Noah's hand. The bite sent shockwaves through him, made lights dance behind his eyes as he shot. His eyes rolled back and he had to fight to breathe, his voice harsh as his cry became a near scream at the apex of his climax.

  And through it all, while Noah's hand still teased, still stroked him with a slick fist, Tobias' erection hardly flagged.

  "Jesus," Tobias growled, pushing himself up on his hands again. "Pet."

  "Sir." Noah licked up Tobias' spine. He gave Tobias' cock another squeeze.

  Tobias' growl grew and he heaved himself up, turning to face Noah. He pulled him close and kissed him roughly, one hand going to Noah's erection, the other swatting Noah's hand away from his own shaft. "On your back," he ordered when he let Noah breathe again.

  "Pleasure, sir," Noah answered breathlessly, not bothering to hide the grin on his face. He shifted and rolled onto his back, planting his feet flat on the bed and spread wide. "I'm yours, sir," Noah told him, as if he needed reminding.

  "Mine," Tobias agreed, grabbing the lube. He squirted a handful into his own hand and started working his cock, keeping himself hard. The tube he tossed to Noah. "Get ready," he said, his voice gruff.

  Noah flipped open the tube and slicked his fingers, then pulled one knee up almost to his shoulder and held it there while he pushed two fingers into his own ass. He groaned and dropped his head back into the pillows. "Want you, sir. Master. Want you," he babbled as his eyes closed and his cock stood even more upright.

  "You'll get me," Tobias promised, his gaze fixed on Noah's hand and ass. His own cock was still heavy, swelling back to full hardness as he watched and hit every hot spot he had. "Talk to me," he said, stroking over the head of his dick. "Tell me how you want it."

  "Deep," Noah breathed at him. "Want to feel it in my spine. Want you buried in me." His fingers moved faster, deeper. "Want you to crawl inside my skin."

  "I live in your skin," Tobias said, his hand slowing, making his strokes longer and smoother. "I live in you, own you. You can feel me in you whenever you want, pet. I know you can."

  Noah panted, his voice was soft and low, one of many indications that he was securely in his space. "If I close my eyes, if I just listen to your voice, I can."

  "Good boy." Tobias moved closer and slipped one of his fingers in with Noah's, stretching him a little and reaching for his gland.

  "Sir!" Noah gasped and arched, using the foot he had still on the bed for leverage. He exhaled in a long groan. "Master, please!"

  "Please what, pet?" Tobias asked, draping his boy's other leg over his shoulder. He held his cock and waited.

  "Please fuck me. Please, I need you, sir. Want you. Aches..." Tobias watched Noah grind onto their fingers, watched his body shiver. "Please!"

  Tobias tugged his hand away, pulling Noah's fingers out with his own. "Good," he said, lining up his cock and pushing in. "Love it when you beg for me."

  Noah relaxed around him, letting him slip in, balls deep. "Oh, yes," he panted. "So good." His hand moved to grip Tobias' shoulder, and his ass tightened maddeningly around Tobias' cock. "Deep, sir, please. Yours."

  With a grunt Tobias thrust hard, pushing deeper. "Want it rough?" he asked, licking Noah's neck. Without waiting for a reply he pulled out and plunged back in, shoving his cock as far into Noah as he could, grinding against his hips.

  Noah groaned and nodded. His lips moved and his mouth seemed stuck open, as if he were trying to speak but couldn't get the words out. The hand on Tobias' shoulder went to Noah's cock instead, and he stroked himself in a jerky, uneven manner.

  Tobias stopped him, grabbing his wrists and pinning his hands down. "Not that way. Just from this. Just from my cock, jammed up your ass."

  "No, no. Sir!" He tugged on one wrist and then the other, fighting Tobias' grip and whimpering. His hips rolled to one side and then the other, but Tobias had him well pinned. "Please, please..."

  Tobias tightened his grip and snarled. "Mine!" he said fiercely, fucking Noah hard and fast. He was tuned to hear Noah's safe word, but unless he heard it, he wasn't stopping. He held Noah down and took him harshly, roughly, pounding into his ass. "Whore," he spat at Noah. "Slut."

  "No!" Noah shouted at him. "Please. Please! Oh, God!" Tobias felt Noah starting to tense and tremble. He fought hard, tugging on his wrists and twisting under Tobias in an effort to get free. "No, no, no... God!"

  Tobias was tempted to find out what a slap across his boy's face would do, but reason took over and insisted that hitting was something they really should discuss beforehand. Instead, he bared his teeth and squeezed Noah's wrists again, surely causing pain this time, and stabbed into his body again. "Take it," he said. "It'll be worse if you don't. Ride my cock, whore, or I'll beat you fucking senseless."

  "Fuck you," Noah spat back, lifting his head so it was just inches from Tobias' face. "You'll be sorry." Another hard thrust and Noah fell back to the bed and rolled his hips. "Stop, please. Oh, God."

  "Not a chance." Tobias rolled his own hips and grinned. "You love it. All you whores do."

  "What the hell do you know?" Noah growled, but his body was betraying his words. He tensed again and very obviously panted through what should have been his climax. "Oh, fucking hell. Get off me!" Noah made one more effort to shake Tobias off.

  "Jesus!" Tobias said, Noah's arching finally getting to him. His dick was harder than ever, his balls tight, and he hoped to hell that Noah was going to come soon, because he was about ready to pop. "Shut the fuck up!" he yelled, letting go of Noah's wrists and raising his hand as if to backhand his boy.

  Noah reached up and caught the back of Tobias' hand with both of his. Tobias felt him start to twist his arm, but he was interrupted by his sudden orgasm, which this time he couldn't seem to hold off. "Oh... fuck!" Noah shrieked and came, shooting hard enough to soak Tobias' stomach and chest. He let go of Tobias' arm as his strength gave out and let his hands fall on either side of his head. "Ohhh, yeah."

  "Yes," Tobias agreed, his breath catching. "Oh, fuck." He threw his head back and thrust wildly, his hips stuttering as his orgasm began to roll through him. He looked at Noah at the last moment, his cock beginning to pulse. "Sweetheart," he whispered, his eyes fluttering closed as he came, his body braced on hands hastily thrown out for balance.

  Once the shuddering stopped, Tobias could feel Noah's fingers sliding lightly along his arms. Noah twisted gently so his leg fell free and he lowered it to the bed, then pulled Tobias down and into his arms. He was still catching his breath; Tobias could feel his chest heaving as Noah took in air. "Jesus," he said, and moaned softly in Tobias' ear.

  "Um, yeah." Tobias could only agree. He wanted to ask if Noah was okay, but what came out was, "That was... better. Without a set scene. God." He panted again and rested his forehead on Noah's shoulder. "Christ."

  Noah turned his head and kissed Tobias' hair. "I'm glad I've learned to read you; it didn't take me long to figure out what you wanted."

  "I knew you could," Tobias murmured. "Though, to be honest, I didn't realize it was going to be quite that intense. You really like the struggle; we'll talk about that sometime. I almost had to hit you, you know. I'd made a threat I couldn't back up yet."

  "Hey, as long as the shiner is gone by the time I have to go back to work..." Noah grinned, but it faded quickly. "If I'd had any problem with what you were doing, you know I would have used my words, sir."

  "I know, sweetheart." Tobias smiled and kissed him softly. "I was counting on it. Mostly, I just didn't want to hit you barehanded without there being some sort of understanding about it; an impromptu scene like that raises issues, and that's good." He grinned. "Gives us something to talk about over breakfast." He sat up, groaning. "I am far too old to be raping and pillaging. Thank God I'm not a pirate."

  "How about a hot bath for the aching back?" Noah suggested, also sitting up. He didn't seem uncomfortable in the least, but he had red finger marks
where Tobias had been holding his wrists. "And maybe a call downstairs for some clean sheets."

  Tobias looked at the bed and nodded. "Sheets would be good. Ice for your wrists, too." He crossed to the phone and picked it up, then glared at Noah. "I mean it, pet. Wrists first, then run the bath. I'll be right in."

  "Ice first, sir." Noah agreed.

  Tobias grinned, getting a good look at Noah's ass as he slipped out of the room. He shook his head then called for clean sheets and put a standing order in for a set to be left each day. Noah was going to kill him one day, but it wouldn't be in Paris.

  Chapter 18

  In the morning Tobias made sure they both had a fairly full breakfast, heavy on the fruit instead of the crepes Noah insisted he wanted. "You'll just go back to sleep," he said with a smile. "Don't think I didn't notice you wanted the ones with chocolate and not berries. Eat your melon like a good boy."

  Once he'd managed to get Noah sufficiently full of nutritious food and strong coffee, they began their morning out by going to the Louvre, where Tobias fully intended to spend the greater part of the day. As he'd expected, there was a line to see the Mona Lisa even before opening; it had been that way when he'd last gone to see it, as well.

  After seeing the painting and once more reaffirming for himself that there were a lot of other things he preferred to look at, they toured gallery after gallery, taking a break at lunch to eat and chat and compare thoughts on various works they'd enjoyed. Tobias rarely felt compelled to discuss art, but as he'd immersed them in it, the topic seemed natural and easy. His usual objection to discussing paintings instead of music was that his knowledge was sparse; Noah didn't seem to mind, and they talked of color and light rather than brush strokes and mediums. All in all, he found it a relaxing and pleasant experience.

  That he was sharing the day with Noah made it even more so.

  In the afternoon they enjoyed some of the less crowded galleries, holding hands and whispering to each other, ignoring the other patrons and the lone artists working on their impressions of the great works before them. After coming out of the Boucher Room, Tobias glanced at his watch and smiled. "Time for a nap, pet," he said. "And then shopping."

  Noah raised an eyebrow but agreed easily enough, and within an hour they were back at the hotel and asleep, curled up on the expansive bed together. Tobias woke up at about five and made a phone call, happy to discover that the shop he wanted to visit still existed, and was still in the same place. He left Noah sleeping and showered, dressing himself casually in trousers and a light sweater before laying out Noah's clothes for the shopping trip.

  He leaned over Noah and kissed him awake with a smile, enjoying the sleepy way Noah stretched before opening his eyes.

  "Mm. Time to get up?" Noah mumbled, pushing his pillow away and sitting up in bed. He blinked a couple of times and then seemed to remember where he was. "Oh... sorry, sir." Noah grinned and rubbed his eyes. "Damn, I was really asleep. Are you dressed already, sir?" He scratched his fingers across the top of his head. "Are we late?"

  "Not yet, no. Get undressed, please." Tobias stood back from the bed, one hand on the clothes he'd picked out for Noah, the other holding a leather cock ring. "We have to get you ready."

  Noah cleared his throat and slid off the bed, tugging off the T-shirt and briefs he'd slept in. He took another step forward and waited while Tobias fastened the ring in place. "What are your plans for tonight, sir?"

  "Well, first we're going shopping," Tobias said as he played with Noah's cock, stroking his fingers over it as it filled. "And then we'll see." He teased Noah again, watching the erection in his hand begin to strain toward him. "And you get to work very hard for me, pet. I want you to maintain this lovely hard-on for me. I don't care what you have to do -- stroke yourself, think about whatever you want. The more turned on you are, the better. If I so much as glance at you, I want to see this fighting to get out of your jeans." He let go and tossed a plain white T-shirt at Noah. "You can do whatever you need to -- just don't come. Understand?"

  Noah took a deep breath and cleared his throat again before speaking. "Yes, sir," he answered without a hint of embarrassment or self-consciousness. He slipped the T-shirt over his head. His voice was tight, and his cock filled even further. Whatever he'd chosen to think about seemed to be quite sufficient.

  "Well done." Tobias handed him his socks and jeans, waiting as Noah carefully buttoned himself up, arranging his erection to be shown off but not pressed painfully on a seam or zipper.

  "And now we shop," Tobias said with a grin. "Quickly now, into your shoes and coat, there's a car waiting by now, I think."

  Noah smiled and gave Tobias a nod. He seemed eager to see the shop himself. He did exactly as he was told -- slipped into his shoes, and made his way into the foyer to get his coat. As they left the suite for the elevators, Noah was firmly at heel.

  In the cab, Tobias amused himself by staring at Noah's crotch. "When we get there," he said quietly, "you can speak as freely as you can at any scene function we've attended. You'll act every inch the submissive you are, but you're not ordered to silence. That won't hold true if we're allowed to attend the club tonight, however. The man who runs the shop is British, so there won't be any trouble with the language -- that's actually why we're going there, in a roundabout way."

  He looked out the window for a moment and then returned his gaze to Noah's lap. "When I was here ten years ago I needed a few things and found his place entirely because I needed an English speaker. We got along, and he introduced me to a few other people, and then I was permitted to go to the club -- it's associated with his shop somehow, though I'm not clear on the details."

  The car slowed to a stop on a narrow street and Tobias nodded. "Here we are." He paid the driver and climbed out of the cab, Noah right behind him. "All right?"

  Noah reached down to adjust his erection after they got out of the car, and Tobias watched him give himself a squeeze through his jeans. He didn't seem to care that they were standing on a public sidewalk. "Understood, sir," he said, breathing through the slight discomfort.

  Tobias nodded and walked to a nondescript door, pushing it open without bothering to ring the bell. As he'd remembered, the outer room was so barren that a casual or mistaken visitor would turn around and leave again, thinking they had the wrong place. He smiled to himself and led Noah to the inner door, where he paused long enough to knock before nudging the door open.

  "Un moment, s'il vous plait," a voice said as they walked in.

  Tobias looked at the man's head, bent over his desk, and murmured, "Of course."

  The head snapped up and Gregory beamed at him, instantly giving Tobias all of his attention. "It was you!" he cried, coming around the desk with his arms out. "Tobias Vincent. I thought they were having me on."

  Tobias smiled and returned the affectionate greeting. "No such luck; I finally came back," he said, kissing Gregory's cheek.

  "And you brought a present, too!" Gregory said, looking Noah up and down. "My, my."

  Tobias rolled his eyes. "Just to look at, Gregory."

  "It's enough. Tell me, boy. Does that lovely cock always stand so proud for your Master, or is this a special occasion?"

  Noah smiled, keeping his eyes respectfully low. "Paris happens to be a special occasion, sir, but it's never far from making its presence known when Sir is near, even when he doesn't specifically request it," he replied smoothly.

  Both Gregory and Tobias laughed. "Well done, pet."

  Noah's smile grew broader. He turned slightly toward Tobias. "Thank you, sir," he said, and then he turned his attention back to Gregory. "Master says the two of you go back a very long way. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

  "And you," Gregory said smoothly. "I'd tell you stories, but I suspect I'd better not."

  "That would be wise," Tobias said, just as smoothly.

  Gregory's smile grew and he nodded his head sharply. "Shall we, then?" He moved back behind his desk and opened a drawer, pull
ing out a file folder. "I believe we've got it right for you, Tobias."

  Tobias moved to the chair in front of the desk and sat, pointing at the floor. "Noah." He smiled to himself as Noah immediately sank to his knees, his arms going behind his back. "Good boy," he said softly, reaching down to pat Noah's erection. "Keep it up for me while I look at the pretty pictures."

  Tobias could sense that Noah was curious and wanted to look as well, but he was a good boy, of course, and instead he knelt calmly at Tobias' side, with only the occasional movement to palm himself through his jeans.

  Tobias leaned back in the chair and flipped the file open, nodding with approval at the first image. When he'd called from the hotel he'd only had the sketchiest idea of what he wanted; Gregory had really come through. "These are in stock?" he asked, moving to the next picture.

  "Certainly. He can be fitted as soon as you've decided; Andre is especially eager to work on the last -- there are two styles there for you to look at. Oh, and the harness can be adjusted in multiple ways, depending on how many D rings you want."

  Tobias made an appreciative sound as he took out the last two images, considering the options. The harness shown on the model in the first picture would do nicely, and he had more elaborate leather at home, but the chaps were going to be a work of art. The first of the two images he had in his hand was quite basic, but made of a super soft leather he knew from experience would fit like a second skin and warm nicely from Noah's body heat.

  "This second is rather... obvious, isn't it?" he asked, looking at the image. The leather was less tight, though not so loose as the chaps Tobias had for riding. They did, however, have studs down the sides that Tobias could see no use for, and laces along the front edge. In the picture, the model had a red and swollen erection tied up rather prettily in the laces, his cock held in place where the laces wound around the head and were then fastened back into the chaps.

  "Obvious is the point," Gregory said easily, his eyes drifting to where Noah was once more playing with himself.