The Mormon and the Dom Read Free

encounter up. There was no commitment on Ronan’s part other than to go and see. Ronan believed that if he didn’t go and at least look, he’d regret it. If the sub wasn’t interesting, he could drive right on by without hurting the guy’s feelings or having to have an awkward conversation.
    From his small collection of bikes, he chose the Goldwing he’d painted in royal blue and bright yellow. He put a spare helmet in the trunk, then put on his own. Refusing to feel defeated before he even got going, Ronan slung his leg over and took off before he could change his mind.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    Noah stood on the corner, holding the pink container by the string tied around the box. His insides were churning so relentlessly he thought he wouldn’t be able to eat the pie inside, even under pain of death. Well, he’d be able to get a bite in his mouth and swallow, but the lump of food would come right back up. Nervous didn’t even begin to cover how anxious he was. Every sound he heard seemed amplified. Each time a car slowed down, he thought the time to meet his Dom had come. But the cars were only turning the corner. When he realized they were waiting behind the white line of the crosswalk, he moved back from the edge and turned a little to the side. He didn’t want them to think he was waiting to cross the street. But then he worried the man who was looking for him would think he’d left.
    Torn, Noah moved back to the edge of the sidewalk but pretended to look down at his phone so people wouldn’t think he was waiting to cross the street. Everyone seemed to be riveted to his or her screen all the time. He figured he would probably blend right in. For the life of him, Noah couldn’t understand why people were so consumed with what was happening somewhere other than where they were. He had friends, family, and acquaintances, but he wasn’t in constant contact with them. He occasionally posted on social media, but he didn’t really understand how anyone could spend more than a few minutes a day on there.
    Maybe that’s my problem. I’m just not normal.
    Noah had feared that was the truth ever since he was seven. It seemed to him his brothers lived for breaking things, while Noah was quite happy to sit and read. While they played video games, he would become lost in Narnia or Hogwarts. He liked his room to be tidy, while their rooms looked like a tornado had a fight with a shark. They ate like wild beasts, while Noah enjoyed savoring his food.
    Thankfully, Noah had no idea what they liked sexually. He wasn’t that close with anyone, let alone his siblings. All he knew was what he craved. Noah had suffered with his twisted fantasies for a long time. He just assumed it was further evidence of his inherent wrongness. Of course, that was before he’d gone onto the Internet. Oh, he’d been using the amazing tool for years, but he never looked at those sites. He made a point of not looking because of church teachings. Somehow, if he didn’t look, he thought the yearning would go away. It didn’t. Noah craved submission the way others craved alcohol. The fantasies consumed him. It wasn’t like his occasional craving for chocolate. That he could have a bite of and feel satisfied with, but sex was like an addictive drug. Noah believed that if he ever gave in to his sick needs even once, he would never be able to get out of that hole. He would need darker fantasies to find release. The church cautioned about the dangers of porn and the harrowing reality of porn addiction. Noah envisioned a downward spiral of depravity that would end with his death by a kinky fetish gone wrong.
    Believing that he had an addiction despite the fact he’d never actually done anything, he struggled to find ways to treat himself. There was nothing. The more he tried not to look, the more his brain filled in with epic dreams that were remarkably detailed. Something as simple as seeing a movie character in a leather jacket sparked wicked