Twisted Moon - Book 3 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 34: Jealousy Might Be The Key, Indeed...

(Camden's POV - Sun. 29 March 2015)

"You're up early..." I tell Aaron right as I answer his call. It's only nine in the morning and contrary to Noah and I who got back home before midnight, he must have crashed much later in the night and could probably have used more sleep.

"I haven't slept yet," he replies with a tired voice.

"You're still with Marlon?"

"Oh no, I drove him back to his place already! Poor guy was exhausted after two hours of edging..." he chuckles. "Now I just wanted to check in on you before I go to bed. How did it go last night after you left?"

"It went well, I believe. He didn't say that much on our way back and I didn't ask him either. I wanted to give him the night to assimilate what he saw."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. But it seems like he enjoyed himself, right?"

"Yeah, I think so," I sigh. I would even say that he enjoyed himself greatly!

"Cam, if he's attracted to the lifestyle, you have to let him try it. And I'm not saying this just because it's always good to welcome new members. You - more than anyone else - know how it can be beneficial to those who need it."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I am just not completely sure if he can really fit in..."

"Give it a break, Cam, you know he does," Aaron replies in his most serious tone. "I observed him throughout the whole evening and he would definitely need it. It was clear that he liked what he saw during the show, but there were more important signs. I saw how he looked at Liam with envy while he was with Joshua. I saw how he was mesmerized by Mark, Alex and Shan's relationship. And even more blatant was his need to be controlled when he began to panic after Chris showed up. Without the reassurance and the authority of a Dom, he would have probably gone haywire."

"Hmm... If I hadn't taken him there, that wouldn't have happened. But thanks anyway for having taken care of him. I'm sorry I left you dealing with him, but I was afraid Chris would ask for a contract again and I'm not sure how Noah would have taken that," I say. I really had a difficult moment of hesitation when Chris asked to speak to me. I was shared between Noah's distress and the obligation to listen to Chris; because when a Sub asks for permission to talk, unless there is valid reason to reject him, it becomes a duty for the Dom to listen to him; he owes him that much, especially when it's a Sub he often plays with, so I couldn't deny this bit of attention to Chris. Knowing that Noah was in good hands with Aaron, I decided to go and listen to whatever Chris had to tell me, but I really tried to make it as short as possible.

"You're welcome. You did well to go and speak with Chris; and you knew I wouldn't mind. But don't change the subject! You know what I meant, right? You saw how he tightened and how he seemed to be in pain. I'm pretty sure that all he could think about was to get some physical pain to appease his mental suffering, and this is what I want you to understand, Cam. This boy needs help. I'm certain you're doing great with him but if he could get in the lifestyle and trust someone to guide him all along, he would be able to surpass his urges and compensate in a different way; at least one that wouldn't leave marks on his body."

"I know Aaron, I know..."

"Then, if he begs to find out more about the club and the lifestyle in general, just let him discover it. Let him follow the Submissive training, it would do him a lot of good. Mark and Josh are quite busy at the moment, but Orlando and Trevor could take care of his training..." Aaron suggests, making me groan. Orlando and Trevor have been members of the club ever since it opened in 2008; I know that they are very good Dominants, but I just can't imagine Noah with them. "Or I could do it..." Aaron then suggests with a smug tone. No way. Aaron isn't the Master Dom for no reason and he is definitely the best Dom of all but, even if I do trust my friend, I know how trainings can sometimes deviate to more than mere training. Yes, I'm a possessive bastard; a selfish possessive bastard, I should say.

"That's fine, I'll take care of his training if he wants to do this," I reply.

"Fine with me, but all things considered, you training him might not be the best of ideas actually."

"Why is that?" I ask on the defense.

"Cam, Cam, Cam... Are you blind or what? Don't you see that the boy is completely smitten with you? Do you really think that he would be able to deal with you as a trainer if he knows that you're not going to offer him to be his Dominant? How do you think he will react if you train him? That will only make him fall for you even harder. If you're not going to let him be your Sub, then let someone else train him."

Shit! I hadn't thought about that. Aaron totally has a point. Most of the time, Submissives' trainings don't imply too much physical interaction between a Dom and the Subs; I said most of the time; we usually let them try some of the accessories between each other, but the Dom's aura still has an impact on them and it sometimes happens that certain sessions turn to something a bit more... physical; that's only if the Subs are willing of course! But anyway, Aaron is right; if I train Noah, it might only increase his attraction for me.

"Argh, you're probably right... But we're not there yet anyway. Maybe he will have slept on it and won't want to dig any further in the matter..." I say, which makes Aaron burst out laughing.

"Don't get your hopes too high, Cam! He's still sleeping?"

"Yep. Even if we left rather early, it was still a long day for him, so I'll let him sleep in a bit more."

"Okay, you keep me informed," he says through a yawn.

"Will do, Boss... Go get some sleep now," I order him.

"Yes, Boss..." he chuckles and hangs up.

My morning goes rather slowly since I don't want to make too much noise in order not to wake up Noah, so I mainly take care of the puppy, do some laundry and ironing. I also use what is left in the fridge to prepare a few meals that I put in the freezer; that will save time for Noah if he doesn't have to cook some evenings next week.

It is now over 11am and the little minx still hasn't gotten up, which worries me a little. Noah's resolve to keep his erection and fight his urge for release last night was just... unfailing. I know full well how uncomfortable he must have felt with that boner, but there wasn't much I could have done about it. I told him he could use the restrooms to jack off, but he was too determined to prove he could deal with his arousal; and of course, I couldn't help him myself; I already felt guilty enough for taking things a bit too far on Thursday when I edged him and left him with a painful erection. By the time we got home, he seemed to be okay, but I hope it stayed the same throughout the night. At least he didn't have any nightmare.

Anyway, I think he has had enough sleep now, so I prepare a tray with coffee, a couple of toasts and his favorite marmalade, then head upstairs to his bedroom. I was expecting to find him sound asleep, but when I open the door, Noah is comfortably settled against the headboard of his bed and pillows. He grins widely at me as I walk in and put the tray on his bed. The only evidence that he may be a bit nervous is that he is biting his nails, something I have never seen him done before.

"You're awake?" I ask pushing the tray closer to him. "Why didn't you get up?"

"Oh, I've just been thinking... that's why... Thanks for breakfast..." he replies softly, already picking a toast that he smears with marmalade.

"Thinking...? And what is it you were thinking about?" I ask casually, though I have my guess on the subject.

"About last night, of course!" he replies with a chuckle and rolling his eyes. Well, this is what I call getting to the very heart of the matter!

"And what did you think about last night?" I ask warily as I sit down at the foot of his bed.

"I was thinking that I loved almost every minute of it. It was really great! Thank you so much for bringing me there!" he exclaims, clearly in a very bright mood. So much for my hopes that he would have slept on it!

"You're welcome. So you liked it?"

"Nooooooo!!! I loved it! The club is amazing, Camden!!! I'm actually upset that you didn't take me there before," he pouts.

"Dumbass... you wouldn't have been allowed in before you were eighteen anyway," I huff at him.

"Oh yeah true... But still it was fantastic! I really loved it! And all your friends are great!" he says earnestly.

"You mean my friends or their Subs?"

"Why? Aren't their Subs your friends as well??" he asks, a bit dumbfounded.

"Of course, they are! I'm just teasing you," I chuckle. "You liked the guys?"

"They're pretty cool, it seems... I mean, the Subs. Well, your friends seem cool too, but... that's different... Well you know what I mean..." he babbles awkwardly, making me chuckle.

"Yeah I know what you mean... They'll be happy to hear that you don't like them!" I scold him playfully.

"Nooo, I didn't say that!! But you know... they're a bit... scary... like you..." he stutters. "Oh crap! I think I'm digging my grave..." he adds, blushing all the way up to his forehead.

"So now I'm scary?? That's interesting..." I reply, arching an eyebrow.

"Ugh come on, Camden!! You know what I mean... You're not really scary, but you know... you're... impressive..." he says, shaking his hand up and down in my direction. "Anyway, your friends look cool, well maybe except for Joshua... he looks sooooo strict..."

"Joshua looks strict!!!?" I exclaim, bursting out laughing.

"Don't tell him I said that!!!!" Noah screams, trying to cover my laughter.

"Joshua is just strict enough, I would say," I reply seriously.

"You think!? Damn, that wasn't really cool to punish Liam because he got a C instead of a B... I mean... A C is not that bad..." he mutters, starting on his second toast.

"That's what you haven't understood about the lifestyle yet, Noah," I sigh, pausing for a few seconds before I go on. "The grade in itself is not that bad, as you say, but for one, Liam is normally a straight A student. So if his essay deserved only a B, it means that he already slacked on it. Then he lied to Josh saying that he had done his homework so that he would let him go out with some colleagues, very bad mistake. You don't lie to your Dom. And finally, he wasn't able to hand back his paper in due time, so he got a C instead of an already average B. Josh keeps encouraging Liam to pursue a nice career because the boy highly deserves it. And as a good Dom, he guides him and pushes him in that direction. You may think that it is too much, that his expectations are too high, but Joshua knows Liam very well now; he knows what he is capable of and what is good for him, so that's his role to discipline him. And when Liam fucks up in these goals, he gets punished. That's how it works. For all that, he could have gotten much worse than being denied the fun of spending part of the evening with his other friends, trust me," I explain very seriously.

"Does that mean that... if he had been your Sub for example, he would have gotten worse?" he asks warily, and I can totally see how he is trying to imagine himself in the same situation. Since I have decided to be honest with him, I just explain my point of view.

"I don't know how Josh punished him exactly and it might have been more than what you heard and saw, but with me as his Dominant, Liam would have started with a full hour of corner time, butt naked, for handing back the work too late. Then I would have made him rewrite his whole essay, for slacking on it. Then, I would have flogged him thirty times for lying to me. Oh and finally, I would have also made him stay at my feet, but since I'm a bit more extreme than Josh, I would have probably added some more kink into it, like a vibrating butt plug and a cock cage. And of course, he would have had to pleasure me without getting any release himself," I reply sternly, watching Noah's eyes gawk at me; with lust to my utter dismay.

"Wow..." he whispers a few seconds later, recovering his normal expression. "You would have made him rewrite his essay??" he exclaims, shaking his head. Please God, help me... Is that really what got his attention from the list of punishments I just gave him?

"Whatever, Liam is not my Sub and he's not a masochist either... though now I think about it, Aaron would have certainly done the same, and he's not a Sadist. I'm just saying that punishments are part of the lifestyle and Josh only did what he had to do. Apart from that, he can be really cool."

"Yes, I saw that... And he seems to love Liam a lot..." he says dreamily.

"Yeah, it took him enough time to figure it out," I chuckle, remembering all the troubles the couple went through before Joshua finally realized how much he loved his little blonde.

"Shannon seems to be quite the fun guy, right? It's weird how different he seems to be from Alex and yet the three of them look like they get along so well... How did they get into that relationship?" he asks curiously.

"Oh God... That's a long story that they will tell you at some point, I guess... but to make it short, Shan was Liam's best friend but he had no clue about Liam's lifestyle, until he found out accidentally last summer. He wanted to try it himself and Mark trained him, but both of them almost immediately fell in love. In October, they met Alex after an incident in the kitchen of the restaurant where he works. It turns out that Alex used to go to the Black Moon, the public part of the nightclub, on a regular basis. The Subs usually stay at the Black Diamond, but they sometimes spend a bit of time at the Black Moon, and one night, Shannon came across Alex who recognized him. I'll skip the details, but Alex guessed that Mark and Shannon were in the BDSM lifestyle - something he had already heard of - and as the two twinks got closer to each other, Mark also fell for Alex and they decided to give it a try."

"Wow... that must be weird... Do you think they will always stay together? I mean... How is it possible to treat everyone equally?"

"Honestly, I think they will. And it's their difference that will help them to. Shan is such a happy guy that he helps Alex to open up, and the quiet Alex somehow tames the unruly Shannon, but they both need a Dominant. And Mark... Well he likes Shannon's chirpy temper and Alex allows him to calm down from all this fervor... They really make it work well I think. They just need each other."

"How about Aaron? Doesn't he have a regular Sub?"

"Nope. Not at the moment. He rarely takes Subs under contract anymore, and when he does, it's usually with new members and for a short period, just to introduce them a little bit more into the lifestyle, but that has become quite unusual," I explain. For his defense, my friend has about two or three hundred Subs who are ready to take anything from the Master Dom, even if only for one night.

"So he's... like you... kind of. He prefers one-evening... Subs?" he asks, casting his eyes down.

"Kind of..."

"Camden... I've thought about it a lot, you know... about all this... and I'd really like to try it..." Noah suddenly says eagerly.

"This morning or even a few days cannot be a lot of thinking, Noah," I scoff.

"That was enough for me. I've read about it. I've seen it playing. I've watched how Liam relates to Joshua and how Alex and Shannon do to Mark... I'm really attracted to the concept and I am persuaded that it could help me..." he says softly, bringing a thumb to his mouth again. That was expected. And I guess there's not much I can do to prevent that.

"For now, you need to get up, shower and do some revisions for your tests tomorrow," I say as I stand up and pick up the tray from the bed. "And stop biting your nails," I add commandingly.

* * *

While Noah is working a bit by himself, I have decided to go out and do some grocery shopping. Apart from the fact that the fridge is almost empty and needs to be refilled, I also need some time on my own to clear my thoughts. I just don't know what to do with Noah and I begin to wonder if the guys' advice to reveal my lifestyle to him was that much of a good idea. Objectively, he could fit in and Aaron is probably right about that. Noah needs some guidance because he clearly missed the affection and care his parents should have given him when he was a child. I did too, but I just copped differently with my problems and each person has their own personality. Noah is a bit like Shannon in a way. He is not a natural, as we call them between us, like Alex for example, and he would surely need to learn but at the same time, I can't deny that he is full of determination.

Having a Dominant would indeed help him in the sense that he needs someone to control his urges. I may have managed to tame them over the past few days but being under the control of a Dom would help him to progress even further. I don't have the possibility to really control entirely control him as it is right now. I have used the my-roof-my-rules excuse to temper him a bit, but I can't go much deeper than that. I can lecture him, but I can't really punish him, and discipline is what makes the Subs really understand their lessons. A Dominant would be able to do that for him and a Dominant would certainly not tolerate self-harm.

So I agree with Aaron when he says that this is what Noah needs but I can't imagine myself being that Dominant for the good reason that as much as Noah may need the pain and become a masochistic Sub, this is not what I want for him. The truth is that I would rather he gets rid of these urges once and for all. I don't want him to suffer more than he already has. I want him to heal from this need for pain. I would rather see him to bloom in a D/S relationship but without having to suffer physically. However, Aaron is right. If I can't handle to be his Dominant, I should let go of him. I should let my friend take care of his training and help him find a good Dom at the club, but that saddens me deeply, because that means Noah would soon leave my house. I have gotten so used to having him around in such little time that my heart aches at the thought of him finding the perfect Dom and move in with him; because this is what would end up happening.

With these thoughts in mind, and some kind of sadness filling my heart, I have been wandering among the alleys of the grocery store, filling my shopping cart with the usual stuff as well as a few extra things that I wouldn't commonly buy, like cookies, a variety of different yogurts as well as more noodles and rice. Noah is in better shape than before but a little more weight wouldn't hurt him. He has also asked me to get him some bread because he would rather bring his homemade sandwiches to school rather than go to the deli or the canteen. I think that what annoys him is that I have to leave him cash all the time, but he does need to eat! Anyway, I'll let it go for a few days but now that spring break is over, the canteen will reopen and I'd rather he gets healthier meals there.

As usual on Sunday mornings, the store is full of customers and I have to dodge among all the trolleys and carts, children running everywhere and people who just stand in the middle of the alleys trying to make their choice between this or that brand. This is one of the reasons why I prefer shopping on week days and later at night, but having Noah around has kind of changed my bachelor habits. Just as I am about to head for check-out, someone runs their cart into mine with a chuckle, making me groan in annoyance.

"Hey, watch out where you're going, young man!!" a voice with a strong Italian accent Italian accent playfully growls at me, followed by some giggles. My silly retired neighbors...

"Hey Silvo, hi Maria! Why the hell do old retired people need to do their shopping on Sundays and uselessly crowd the stores when they have the entire week days to do it?" I tease them.

"Hello Camden," Maria chuckles. "You know how old retired people get lonely all week long and we get to see more people in the stores during the weekends..."

"And it's only a plus if we get to annoy our young neighbor," Silvo adds, parking his still empty cart to the side so that we don't block other customers who are rushing in the aisles.

"So, how have you two been doing? It's good that spring is coming, I'll probably see you a bit more often?" I ask with a warm smile. I have always liked Silvo and Maria, they are adorable neighbors, not the bitchy kind. Well they do stalk what is going on in the neighborhood, but they are not the kind to gossip with others. Silvo likes to take care of my garden and Maria often gives me slices of pies or cakes that she bakes. During the winter, they tend to stay indoors a lot, but as soon as the weather gets a bit warmer, I get to see them more often.

"All good, Camden, all good. You know what it is when you get older... you avoid the germs and you deal with rheumatism..." Maria sighs.

"And you know that you can knock on my door and ask for my help if it gets too painful!" I scold her.

"It wasn't that bad this year, don't worry," she replies with a small smile. "Oh Camden, who's that young man we have seen walking in and out your door recently?" she then asks warily. I knew they were stalking the neighborhood!

"Oh, he's a friend of mine! He's staying at my place at the moment," I reply easily.

"You see, Maria. I told you the guy had a key!" Silvo scoffs. "Maria was ready to call the Police the first time she saw him..."

"Silvo! You didn't need to tell him!!!" the old lady exclaims, blushing a bit. "You never know with all these squatters nowadays..." she defends herself, making me chuckle.

"You don't need to worry. He is really a friend of mine and he is going to school downtown."

"I actually met him last Friday morning while he was walking a baby dog further down Hatch Lane. He sounds like a very polite boy. He even called me Sir! Young people are not so respectful anymore!" Silvo says with awe. Jeez! Noah had better be polite! Or he would hear from me.

"Yes, he's a good guy and he has a little puppy. By the way, I hope the dog doesn't make too much noise during the day? Have you heard him bark or anything?"

"We haven't heard him at all," Maria confirms.

"That's good then. Since we are both away between 8am and 5pm at least, I was afraid he would bark all day long, but if you haven't heard him at all, then that's fine. I'll have let you do your shopping now. Watch out the other carts, Silvo," I warn him playfully.

"I'm getting old, Camden... You know I can't see very well," he laughs before he adds in a whisper for my attention: "Plus it's a good way to flirt with young ladies..."

"Silvo! I heard you!!!" Maria growls in exasperation.

I leave them to their little argument and go to check out. When I get back home, I am welcomed by a joyful Jess who seems to smell his dog food in the bags and a happy Noah who sees my return as an opportunity to take a short break in his revisions. He helps me to put all the groceries away in the fridge and cupboards before he goes back to work in the living room.

I soon join him there to question him on his lessons but after half an hour, I realize that there are several things he hasn't learned enough in History, so I order him to return to his revisions before I interrogate him again. In the meantime, I pull out my laptop and decide to do a bit of administrative work. This is really a part that I don't like, but when you are your own boss, you can't really escape it.

Noah is lying on the couch while I have settled down in the large armchair by the entrance and I notice how his attention keeps switching between his notebook and his phone, chuckling each time he types in something on the screen. I guess he must be exchanging some texts with his friend Sean. I let him do so for a while but it soon gets on my nerves, and not only because this is Sean. How does he want to focus and assimilate his lessons if he keeps being distracted all the time?

"Noah, put that phone down and work more seriously," I gently order him as he types an umpteenth text, my eyes still locked on my screen.

"I work seriously!" he replies defiantly, making me look up at him with a dark scowl.

"Put that phone down!" I repeat more dryly this time.

With a sigh, he sits up on the couch and returns his attention to his notes; once he has put the device beside him, I eventually get back to my accounting. For a moment, he tries to ignore the incoming texts, though I catch him a few times discreetly peeking at the screen. His good intentions don't last for very long though, and he soon starts answering his friend's texts again.

He strives to be inconspicuous about it, but I am not blind and I see how he tries to hide his hand between the armrest and his thigh. With a sigh, I put my laptop on the coffee table and go to make myself some coffee. If Noah wants to become a Submissive, he will have to become more obedient or he will definitely get in trouble. I am starting to know him a little better though, and I wonder if this is not out of mere provocation.

Whatever it is, I am getting pissed and when I walk back into the living room about ten minutes later, I catch him openly typing with the phone in both his hands and on his lap. Too absorbed by what he is doing, he doesn't hear me arrive and I easily snatch the phone from his hands, immediately press the button to switch it off and shove it in the front pocket of my jeans.

"What are you doing?" he screams, glaring at me and kneeling up on the couch. Oh boy, my glare is certainly more impressive than yours!

"I told you twice already, and I don't repeat myself a third time. You'll get it back once you know your lessons by heart. Now get back to work!" I command him.

"Come on, Camden!! I'm not a kid!! Please give it b..." he pleads but interrupts himself when he notices my darkening expression. I was almost expecting an I'm not your Sub! but it seems like my glare was enough. "Okay, okay, fine..." he mutters with a sigh, sitting back down and going back to his work.

Fortunately, the rest of the day goes uneventful! Noah finally gets to review his lessons seriously and even redoes a few exercises in Math to practice. When I eventually get to question him again, I can tell that he has been working hard; only good answers! The weekend has been a bit tiring for the both of us, so after a nice and rather quiet dinner, we watch TV for a little while and it's barely 10pm when we both head upstairs to go to bed in our respective bedrooms.

Tomorrow, I have a long day of work with a very early start and I probably won't finish until nine or ten in the evening. I will try not to take late appointments later in the week, but Mondays are generally too busy to do so, so a long night of sleep won't do me any bad. Sadly, that was without counting on Noah's recurring nightmares. It is about 2am when I hear him scream in his room.

The few times he slept in my bed, I was able to sense him getting agitated in his sleep and managed to reassure him before the nightmare would kick in too badly, but this night, when I finally reach his bedroom, he is already deep into it. He is trashing in his bed, completely entangled in the comforter, and screaming for help. Poor Jess is whimpering on the floor, trying to jump on the high bed but only falling back on his butt after each attempt. Now is not the time to help the puppy though, so I lunge for Noah's bed and pull him into my arms.

"Shh... Noah, wake up. It's only a nightmare..." I try to reassure him.

"No... me go... don't... help!!!" he screams, panting heavily and writhing in my hold as I try to control his moves by hugging him tighter.

"Noah, wake up! You're safe here, I've got you..."

He eventually calms down and I keep holding him until he recovers a peaceful breathing. I crave to ask him what this nightmare was about this time but just as I am about to raise the question, I realize that he has fallen back asleep in my arms, so I cautiously lie him back down and tuck him under the comforter. I lie down next to him and wait for a potential relapse. After a long hour watching him sleep and once I believe that the nightmare won't hit him again, I return to my room with hopes for a peaceful end of night. And I get it! Noah doesn't wake up again.

* * *

My first appointment being at eight and willing to avoid the traffic to Chicago, I leave the house before Noah has gotten up on Monday. Although I have left him a note to call me if he needs to before he goes to school, he only sends me a brief text saying that he is fine and apologizing for waking me up again last night. The day passes in a blur for me; I only allow myself a half hour break in the afternoon to eat a sandwich and it is past six when I realize that Noah still hasn't called or texted me to say he is back home. I send him a message just before my 6:30 appointment.

Camden: Hi Noah! Hope the tests went well today. Were you so eager to get back to your revisions that you forgot to send me a text when you got home?

During the whole time I am taking care of my patient, I keep an ear on my phone, but I don't hear any incoming message. This is when I begin to worry about what he could be doing at home and which would prevent him from replying to my message. He was still a little upset yesterday evening when I gave him his mobile phone back only after dinner, but he wasn't sulking and even hugged me goodnight when we went to sleep.

However, his moods can shift for no major reason, so that preoccupies me a lot, even if the school would have called me if he hadn't shown up today. Thank God, this appointment is shorter than others and I have a good five minutes before my seven o'clock patient. I first try the landline but since I get no answer, I then dial Noah's iPhone. I just hope he doesn't serve me some bullshit like You said I'm not allowed to use my phone while I do my lessons... or else I might get angry because he could have called me before he started reviewing his lessons.

"Hey Camden," he answers cheerfully after the third tone, his voice muffled by some noisy conversations in the background.

"Where the hell are you?" I growl in answer, because there can't be that much noise at home unless he is throwing a party.

"I'm at the MacDonald's with Sean," he replies innocently. Keep calm, Camden. You ain't going to bend him over and spank his butt as you'd like. My conscience should shut up before I kick it in the butt.

"Are you kidding me, Noah? What about your revisions?"

"Before you start complaining, we went to the library first to review for tomorrow's tests! And then Sean invited me for dinner! I'm not doing anything wrong!" he laughs out. Holy hell! He's making fun of me on top of that! He is clearly defying me but I certainly won't play his game and yell back as he expects me to.

"Listen to me carefully, Noah. You finish your burger, you get back home, do more revisions for tomorrow's tests, and I should hope to find you asleep when I get home," I reply in a calm and dry tone. "And don't forget to send me a text when you get there! I'll see you tomorrow."

"Kay Daddy..." he sighs just before I cut the call.

Fuck! He can be such a pain in the ass!

If I have to be completely honest with myself, I must admit that the fact that he didn't go straight back home after his classes is not the sole reason for my irritation. The fact that this Sean guy invited him for dinner may have something to do with the sudden tension in my body and a certain urge to throw a few punches. Damn! What's wrong with me?

After all, that's what you wanted for him, Cam! You wanted him to make new friends! You wanted him to stay away from the BDSM lifestyle and if possible get a boyfriend at school! You should be happy that he's getting closer to Sean!

That's true. This is all I wanted for him. But then why does it upset me so badly?

Jealousy, Cam... You're just being jealous! And you know how Aaron is right! Noah could fit in the lifestyle and now that it's hitting you, you no longer want to see him hang out with another normal teenager who might get him into troubles... Or with anyone else for that matter...

Shit! I'm at a total loss here! I don't know what to think anymore. And fuck! I didn't even ask him how the tests went today!

Published on 30 May 2017

We're almost there... In the next chapter, you'll see if Noah's plans really work, but in any case, we'll be reaching the end of the chase there!