The Mormon and the Dom by Nix Knox Read Free Book Online

Noah trailed off as he dropped his attention to his plate of pie. He had yet to take a bite, which seemed to be a pretty clear indication of his agitated state.
    “Be honest, Noah. If you want this to be as fulfilling as possible, you need to be clear with me.”
    “What if I don’t know what I want?” Noah finally met Ronan’s gaze. His expression conveyed his frustration. “I have ideas. Things I’ve fantasied about, but I’m not sure. It’s like I won’t know until I try.”
    “That’s normal.”
    “It is?” Noah sounded so shocked to be normal in any way that Ronan picked up on his surprise immediately.
    “Being normal is important to you?” He was careful to couch his observations in questions. Ronan knew if he made statements, Noah would sit there without indicating yes or no. He was brave in many ways but found articulating his desires extremely difficult.
    “I tried so hard to be normal.”
    “Do you think BDSM isn’t normal?”
    “Is it?”
    “I think it is.” Ronan’s answer clearly surprised Noah. “Human sexuality is as old as humans themselves.”
    “That makes sense. Can’t have more humans without sex.”
    “Right. But there’s more to it than simple procreation. Pleasure is an integral part of sex. What’s fascinating to me is that what humans find pleasurable is as vast as the ocean.”
    That comment seemed to relax Noah. “But some people like things that are so weird.”
    “Weird to you.”
    “Blood, urine, scat—you can’t tell me that’s not weird. Even you don’t want to do that.”
    “I don’t because it simply doesn’t turn me on. But I’m not condemning those who do find pleasure in those things. As long as everyone involved is a consenting adult, I don’t see the problem.” Ronan shrugged. He’d had this discussion many times. “Normal is what a group of people decide it is. Normal is one of the most amazingly flexible worlds in the English language. It used to be normal to take your horse and buggy everywhere. Now it would be considered eccentric.”
    “But that’s technology.”
    “Sure. But it changed what we consider normal or common. A hundred years or so ago, it was all horses, and then we had automobiles. Do you see what I’m trying so say?”
    “But being beaten?” Noah was leaning closer to Ronan. This wasn’t just idle chat to Noah at all. He’d thought long and hard on all these things. That was good. Ronan enjoyed people who considered what they did.
    “Pain sublimated as pleasure is just one way to find satisfaction.”
    “Do you like pain?”
    “I don’t enjoy eroticized pain. I can give that, in limited amounts to a submissive, but again, it can’t cross my line into drawing blood.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    Ronan took another bite of his pie, chewed, and swallowed. “I enjoy paddling buttocks until they’re rosy.” Ronan thought Noah’s pale skin would look amazing with a little spanking. “But I don’t hit so hard as to draw blood or make welts.”
    Noah considered. “So it’s like a sexy spanking?”
    “Yes.” Ronan found it was an apt description. “The purpose, for me, at least, is to warm the flesh and fuel the inner fantasy of the submissive as a bad boy who has to be punished.”
    Even from across the table, Ronan was able to read the subtle signs of arousal. Noah leaned incrementally closer to him, licked his lips, and though he couldn’t see, Ronan knew his pupils had most certainly dilated.
    “Have you been a bad boy, Noah?”
    Noah nodded. As soon as his gaze met Ronan’s, Noah dropped his gaze by lowering his head.
    “You’d like to be punished?”
    “I’ve been so bad.”
    “Yet you look so innocent.”
    “In my mind, I’m a filthy whore, but in reality I’m a quivering virgin.”
    Torn between wanting to explore Noah’s fantasy and wanting to assure him that his needs weren’t inherently wrong, Ronan realized one of the best ways to help Noah accept this facet of his personality was to