Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

You can do this. You signed the damn contract. You want every bit of it.

Even the part where your pride quietly slips away, packing its bags and disappearing without a trace.

I eased the garment down slowly—not too slow, because I didn’t want to make things awkward. Just enough to show I was making an effort, that I was committed, moving with the rhythm. Every second felt like I was an idiot standing on a stage with no spotlight—completely exposed. Naked in every sense: physically, emotionally, vulnerably.

I stepped out of the clothing and stood there—bare, cheeks flushed, a little unsteady on my feet, and strangely… proud.

Proud because I hadn’t backed out.

Because I’d seen it through.

Because when I finally looked up, Aiden’s eyes had darkened—not just with desire, but with something deeper: approval.

That hit me harder than anything else tonight—I had stripped for him.

But even more than that?

I had obeyed.

“That wasn’t too bad for your first time,” he assessed my effort with a slow, approving smile. “I would’ve loved to see your back—the way your spine curves down to that sexy ass of yours. I’m sure next time you’ll do even better, baby boy.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

Hearing those words from him never failed to stir something inside me—something both comforting and electrifying. I wanted to hear them forever, from his lips, until the end of time.

“Sit down, Noah,” he ordered.

I moved toward the couch opposite him, but he lifted his hand to halt me.

“Submissives are not permitted to use my furniture unless I say otherwise.”

Are you serious right now?

I nearly argued, almost took offense. But one glance at his serious expression told me everything—I wasn’t about to challenge him. No amount of sass would change his mind.

“Because you belong to me. Whatever I want or need, I will take from you. That way, you never have to worry if you’re enough or if you’re doing it right. You’re not in control—I am.

And because of that, you will always please me. Always serve me perfectly.”

In that moment, something inside me shifted.

Everything shifted.

I realized I didn’t have to strive or compete. I didn’t have to prove myself or wonder if I was enough. Not here. All I needed to do was sit at my Dominant’s feet, trust him, and surrender.

That thought alone filled me with a profound sense of fulfillment. I felt cared for, needed.

And undeniably aroused.

Before I even noticed, my head had drifted down to rest in his lap, where it remained—completely at peace—as Aiden gently threaded his fingers through my hair. At that moment, if he’d pressed a knife to my throat, I wouldn’t have moved a muscle to save myself.

I was safe. I was exactly where I was meant to be.