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3rd Person

Noah went to speak with Bryce after leaving his sexually frustrated student in the sectioned zone of the plane. He didn't have to leave; what he wanted could've been a simple request, but Noah delighted in making her wait and suffer. The sadist in him was truly coming out.

Bryce is dating Halley. He is a 38-year-old male and she is a 25-year-old college student. It was difficult for him to date a younger lady, especially given the negative feedback he received, but he wasn't in the same situation as Noah. Not would he ever be.

Persons made there comments yes, but it died down as quick as a person can say the letter "A" but Noah's scandal would stick with all the boards for years, and months. They'd never let it go.

When Bryce recognized several newly formed crucial features about Noah, he questioned, "You like her, don't you?" There was a lot of change and patience present, which Noah lacked prior to engaging with her.

Noah was at a loss for words. He might or might not have had feelings for her, but the relationship had already progressed too far. He loves her smile, personality, and eyes; in fact, he loves everything about her. With the exception of her brattiness. Bryce could tell he'd reached a hard limit by the silence. And when it came to Noah, there was no limit harder than feelings and emotions.

"The fact that she's here with you has to imply something," he stated, "Show her around the city and give her everything she wants."

Noah was confused at first, but Bryce understood exactly what he meant. Noah would be the only one who could break Dixie's shell because Bryce saw what no one else could or would admit. He noticed Dixie had fallen in love, and while not knowing her, he knew his best-friend and knew he would either waste her time, or make it worth her while.

Bryce understood exactly what to say to make Noah feel pleased, sad, angry, or at ease. Despite his sometimes unprofessional and raw conduct, he was Noah's best friend.

Noah was thankful to have someone like Bryce as a friend. They've been through it all, and they knew secrets about each other that could ruin them, yet they've never considered betraying each other in their 30+ years of friendship.

Bryce was correct, Noah realized. He and Dixie had already crossed lines, so it didn't make sense to exhibit restraint now. After finishing this thoughts, he moved over to where she was and attempted to communicate with her verbally.

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"Do I have to sign a contract or something to give you permission to use me?" Her mouth was going to be her undoing. She was a brat, and Noah disliked having to deal with brats.

"God, if we hadn't had more pressing matters to attend to, I would've put your mouth to better use."

She opened her mouth to speak but to used his two fingers to press them together. She pouted and leaned back, shrinking in the seat.

"You're not signing a contract, either," he spoke "Because you're new to this, the contract will make things more difficult and complicated for you. All we need to do now is set some boundaries, both hard and soft. I'm not going to electrocute you, urinate on you, shock you, draw a lot of blood from you, or do anything anal. When we're alone, you can call me Noah, but in any other place or situation, you should address me as sir or Mr Beck, just to avoid suspicion of the people around us"," he explained.

"Are you one of those people with a daddy kink?"

"I'm disgusted by the entire daddy thing," he said, sounding displeased.

Her expressions eased in comfort and she some, "As far as I can tell, I don't have any hard limits but that sounds good to me, and I can work with it. I have a strong liking for praising and degrading kinks."

She was happy. Some might not be thrilled if they were put in this situation, but she had waited a long time and was prepared for him to be dominant. Prepared to get tied up. So fucking prepared.

"However, it gives me immense pleasure to watch you beg and suffer. Knife play, ice play, overstimulation, and wax play are a necessity for me and not to mention orgasm denial," he smiled.

She was new to this, but she wanted him to test all of her boundaries. She wanted her cheeks to be marred with tears as her mascara ran down. She desired this, and she was only a few steps away from having the complete experience she desired.

"All right, sir, I understand."

"Let's talk about a safe word now that we've established some boundaries. This is the term you'll use if you want me to stop or if you've had enough. It's essentially your exit ticket from hell. So, what do you have in mind?"

"Yes, sir, the word is yellow. I'd want for us to use yellow."

"Got it, but Ms. D'Amelio, I assure you that nothing I intend to do to you will be as calm as the color yellow."

That was precisely what she had hoped to hear.

"I double-checked your medical records, so I know you're clean, and don't worry, I'm clean too."

"First and foremost, that's against the law; second, I assumed you were clean; and third, I'm on the pill and getting the shot, so you may cum anywhere you want."

He was driven by her filthy side. It only added to the excitement.

"Now that we've established that all that, we're good to go."

"Do I get aftercare and do you sleep with your subs?"

"Most of you ladies , I swear, think BDSM is entirely a fifty shades of grey thing. Of course, you'll get aftercare and yes, I'll sleep with you."

He was wallowing in falsehood. He never slept with submissives in the past. He wasn't going to give that to some random female he banged from time to time especially since sleeping with someone required a great amount of love and connection. He'd go to any length for Dixie and to make her happy. He wanted to treat her, take her across the world, and do everything with her. He may have been ahead of his time, but he desired that with her.

Was it love, or something else? Don't rush anything; everything happens in its own time.

There was no way to back out now. There was no going back for either of them now that she had her safe word and all the limits had been established. They both wanted to take this step, no matter how perilous it was.

Dixie also wanted to meet Halley because Noah and Bryce were so similar. She needed someone to talk to about these issues at the very least. She couldn't talk to Kate or Larry's since she didn't know what was going on. Meeting Halley would at the very least provide her with the opportunity to make a friend or someone close to her.

Dixie was all set for Noah to pick her up. She observed how his muscles were visible through his shirt. How manly, divine, and lovely every step he took was. Everything he did appeared to be a million times sexier than it was. She straddled him as she walked over to his seat.

Noah picked up on what she was saying and added fuel to the fire. Mostly because he, too, desired it. His bulge grew larger as she sat there, and she began to sweat.

"Mhm, you said you wanted to use my mouth, so how about now?" she taunted, her hands moving up his shoulder.

She was a tease, his tease.

"You tempt and try me on a daily basis, Angel."

Angel. Something divine. This relationship has nothing to do with heaven.

Kissing isn't the same as making out. He imprinted aggression and passion all over her body with these kisses, but she still wanted more. Hands and lips moved in unison across one other's bodies. It was a wonderful kiss. It felt like heaven. He immediately ended the kiss, straightened his clothes, and exited the room.

Dixie- 0

Frustration- 5

She thought to herself, "Why the fuck would he do that?" yet all orgasm belonged to him.

Noah Beck, the ruthless sadist, struck once more.

Noah exited the room and proceeded to the kitchen area.

"Do we have any ice on the plane by any chance?"

Bryce burst out laughing because he knew Noah was going to employ this approach; after all, he was the one who first introduced Noah to ice play.

"Ice?" the flight attendant inquired.

"Yes, I have a few things to take care of; can I get the ice or not?"

"Of sure, Dr. Beck," the attendant, doubtingly said .

Noah returned to the room where he had left Dixie with cups of ice and walked back to the room where she was furious, but all of this will soon change into happiness.

"Oh, you've returned, and you've brought ice...?"

He smirked and said, "Ah yes."

"What was he up to now, God?," she questioned herself.

Ice play everyone's favourite.