Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 241

As the evening shadows deepened, I found myself unable to resist praising Micah’s performance. Leaning in, I gently pressed a kiss to his forehead. His eyes lifted to meet mine, shining with pride and unwavering devotion. There was something breathtaking about him in that moment—so willing, so beautiful. Though the love I once held for him had shifted into something quieter, more complicated, his presence still stirred a softness within me that I couldn’t quite push away.

“Go get ready now, Micah,” I urged softly. “We’re heading out soon. Did you bring any of your gear?” I knew how much he cherished selecting his own adornments before a show—those small details mattered to him.

He dashed toward the bedroom, his voice trailing back with a playful lilt. “Of course! Mesh or leather, Sir? You know I’m fond of both.”

“Keep it simple,” I called after him. “And don’t forget to polish your collar.”

A few minutes later, he returned, radiating energy and confidence—the kind that comes from truly knowing oneself. He adjusted the strap around his neck, glanced at me, and grinned. “How’s this look?”

I took in the silver leather thong paired with the sheer mesh that barely concealed anything at all. “Perfect,” I said. “Remember the routine: control, rhythm, precision. Tonight, we’ll focus on balance and endurance.”

“So, more artistry than pain,” he mused thoughtfully before breaking into a laugh. “Got it. The elegant stuff. I’ll make them forget to breathe.”

I shook my head, unable to suppress a smile. “Just don’t forget to breathe yourself.”

Micah winked mischievously. “Only if you let me.”

He was impossible, and yet exactly what I needed for tonight—his energy, his flair, the illusion of mastery. It was flawless.

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When we arrived at the Dominion, the atmosphere was alive with a low, steady bass thrum and the murmur of voices echoing through the marble foyer. Velvet shadows mingled with the gleam of polished steel, and the faint scent of leather and incense hung in the air—an invitation, as always, to step inside.

Master Hale stood near the entrance, his presence commanding yet smooth, the very embodiment of the club’s reputation. When his eyes landed on us, a slow, deliberate smile spread across his face.

“I am,” I answered. “My current season is ending, and I don’t intend to stay. I’m ready to consider your earlier proposal. I want to talk about the position of Master here at the Dominion.”

Hale’s eyebrows lifted in approval. “I was hoping you’d say that. You have the precision and restraint we value here. I’ve prepared an offer for you.” He slid a folder across the desk toward me, and the figures inside surpassed all my expectations.

“I only ask for structure and the freedom to train as I see fit,” I explained. “Micah will be my official submissive and assistant for all sessions and demonstrations.”

Beside me, I noticed Micah’s breath catch softly, though he remained perfectly composed.

Hale studied me for a long moment before nodding firmly. “Consider it done, Aiden. Welcome home.”

I inclined my head in acknowledgment, but inside, the weight of those words pressed heavier than they should have. Tonight, I had just sealed the part of the plan that would bring an end to everything—and begun a new chapter I wasn’t sure I could believe in.