Page 17 of No Rules
Why did that sound ominous? “Yes, Master.”
“Do you have any boundaries when it comes to sexual acts? Oral penetration? Anal penetration with an object? Can I fuck you? Tell me how you feel about all this.”
He shouldn’t feel embarrassed. He was a slut, and that was okay. Besides, Master Mark had seen it all anyway. “Anything sexual is fine. And I’m lubed and prepped. I like it. Sex, I mean.”
“Good. So do I, so we’ll have lots of fun together. And I already know you’re a good little cocksucker, so I’ll definitely make use of your talented mouth.” He winked at him, then explained their safewords.Redto stop,yellowto slow down, andgreento continue. “Remember, your safewords are for your protection. Don’t hesitate to use them if you need to. Trust is essential between us, Alex.”
“I understand, Master.” The Dom’s thoroughness and caring approach were reassuring.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” Master Mark curled his hand around Alex’s neck, offering a moment of connection. The gesture sent a shiver down Alex’s spine, igniting a spark within him that yearned for more. A sense of security and trust washed over him. Even as he ventured into unknown territory, he was in capable hands.
“Let’s begin.” Master Mark released his grip on Alex’s shoulder and led the way to the St. Andrew’s cross, its dark wood gleaming beneath the dim lighting of the dungeon. “Ditch the underwear.”
Alex dropped his briefs where he stood.
“Stand here.” Master Mark positioned Alex with his front against the cross. The Dom’s authority seemed to effortlessly flow through every command, each word spoken with unwavering confidence.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, Master.” A flush of warmth spread across Alex’s cheeks. The power dynamic between them was already taking shape, with Alex willingly submitting to Master Mark’s control. It felt good. Even better than he’d expected.
“Good.” Master Mark secured Alex’s wrists and ankles to the cross with padded leather cuffs. “Remind me of your safewords.”
“Green, yellow, and red,” Alex recited, his voice wavering as the reality of the situation set in. He was bound and vulnerable.
“Excellent.” Master Mark stepped back. “You look beautiful like this, boy. So eager to learn and serve.”
“Thank you, Master.” Alex’s chest swelled with pride at the compliment.
The Dom circled Alex, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. As he scrutinized his submissive, Alex squirmed under the intensity of the Dom’s gaze.
“Your body is so responsive.” Master Mark brushed a fingertip along the curve of Alex’s right ass cheek. “I can see how much you want this.”
Alex swallowed hard, unable to deny the truth in Master Mark’s words. He craved the Dom’s touch, to praise and to punish.
“Tell me, boy,” Master Mark whispered, leaning in close until his breath tickled Alex’s ear, “do you enjoy feeling exposed like this? Knowing I can see every inch of your body, and there’s nothing you can do to hide from me?”
“Y-yes, Master,” Alex said, his face heating with embarrassment at the confession. The sensation of being completely exposed thrilled and terrified him, the all-too-familiar mix of arousal and shame rushing through him.
“Good boy. You’re being brave, allowing me to push your boundaries like this. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“From now on, I want you to only speak when I ask you a direct question or give you a command. Understood?”
That was a direct question, right? Alex was pretty sure it counted as one. “Yes, Master.”
Master Mark stroked Alex’s back with one finger, and every muscle in Alex’s body contracted in response. “I want you to beg for a taste of my touch, boy. Show me how much you long for it.”
“Please, Master,” Alex pleaded, and the desperation lacing his voice was real. “Please touch me. I need it so badly.”
“Very good.” Master Mark rewarded Alex with a light caress along his shoulder. “Remember, communication is key. Don’t be afraid to express your desires, your fears, or your limits.”
Not a direct question, so Alex kept his mouth shut.