Page 18 of No Rules

“Perfect, boy.”

How was it possible that those two words sank so deep inside him? Like a match had been lit inside him, a fire burning warm and bright.

“We’re gonna do some light impact play.” Master Mark walked over to a cabinet, and Alex turned his head to watch him. “Nothing major, but to give you a first taste…and to give me an idea of the kind of sub you are.”

When he took a flogger out of the cabinet, Alex’s heart skipped a beat. Shit was about to get real.

Master Mark whipped the flogger through the air a few times as if testing its weight and flow, then stepped behind Alex. “Color?”

“Green.”

The first crack of the flogger against his skin made Alex gasp. The sharp sting morphed into a warm, tingling sensation. Master Mark waited a second or two, then hit him again. He set a slow, steady rhythm, the leather tails dancing across Alex’s back, each impact leaving small kisses of pain and pleasure in their wake.

“Tell me how that feels, boy.”

“Good, Master.” Tears prickled at the corners of Alex’s eyes. “It hurts, but it’s a good hurt.”

“Excellent.” Master Mark landed another strike with the flogger. “I want you to feel the intensity but never go beyond your limits. Always remember your safewords.”

Alex focused on the rhythm of the strikes. The tight restraints around his wrists made him feel vulnerable, but funnily enough, that only heightened his arousal. He liked being helpless, at Master Mark’s mercy, which was another confirmation he truly was submissive.

As the flogging continued, Alex lost himself in the sensations, his body responding to the perfect combination of pain and pleasure. He was aware of every inch of his skin, the heightened sensitivity making each caress of the leather more intoxicating than the last.

And then it stopped, Alex’s back on fire. He’d been close to something, but what, he didn’t know. “Master Mark, please…” He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for. He only knew he wanted more.

“Oh, how pretty you are when you beg, boy… So fucking responsive. You’ve earned a reward.”

With quick hands, Master Mark released him from the restraints and led him to a kneeling bench. It was nothing more than a padded seat for the Dom to sit on, with a less comfortable pad for the sub to kneel between his legs.

Alex needed only a gentle push to his shoulders to sink to his knees. A wave of pain rolled over him as he hit the floor, and a moan escaped him.

“Color?”

“Green, Master.”

“Good. Time for your reward. Open your mouth.” Master Mark unzipped his leather pants and took out his thick cock. “You’ve earned a taste of this. Don’t make me come, boy. You haven’t earned that right yet.”

Master Mark wasn’t gentle when he pushed his cock into Alex’s eager mouth, but Alex happily took every inch. The man’s cock was perfect, and he knew how to abuse Alex’s mouth. He’d been the right amount of rough when Alex had sucked him off that first time, not too careful and gentle.

He wasn’t now either and sank deep into Alex’s throat, ignoring when Alex gagged and his eyes watered. “Goddamn, you have such a talented mouth.”

Master Mark’s voice was thick with pleasure, and a rush of satisfaction blew through Alex. He was being a good boy, pleasing his Dom. Nothing could beat that.

He got a few seconds to catch his breath, and then that fat cock blocked his airway again. “Mmm, we’ll have to experiment with breath play. I love seeing your eyes grow all wild and needy when I control your breath.”

Alex was in heaven, losing all track of time and place as the Dom thoroughly abused his mouth. Finally, Master Mark pulled back with a sigh. “As much as I’d love to spill my load, we’re not done yet. You’ve had your reward. Time for the next round, boy.”

Master Mark tucked his cock back in, helped Alex rise on unsteady legs, and guided him toward the spanking bench. “I want you to bend over, hands gripping the sides.”

Alex complied, exposed and vulnerable as he presented his ass for whatever Master Mark had planned. The Dom rummaged through a drawer and returned with a riding crop.

“Have you ever felt a riding crop before, boy?” Master Mark traced the leather tip along the curve of Alex’s ass.

“Never, Master.” Alex shivered at the tease of the cool leather against his heated skin.

“Stay as still as possible for me.” Master Mark landed a precise stinging slap on Alex’s left cheek.

“Ah!” The sensation was different from the flogger but equally pleasurable. The sharp pain bloomed into a warm glow, leaving him craving more.