Page 19 of No Rules
“Good boy.” Master Mark delivered another strike, to the right cheek this time. “You’re doing so well. It’s not easy to trust someone with your body and submission, and I’m proud of you.”
Alex couldn’t bring out even a word. His teeth were locked as he bit down hard, tears streaming down his face. The mix of pleasure, vulnerability, and emotional connection overpowered him but also made him feel more alive than ever.
“Are you ready for more, or do you need a break?” Master Mark asked, pausing between strikes.
“More, please, Master.”
“Good boy. Remember to breathe and let your body experience everything without holding back.”
He couldn’t have held back even if he wanted to, the sensations too powerful, too overwhelming. Just when he was at the point where he could take no more, Master Mark stopped.
“Color?”
Alex had to take a steadying breath. “Y-yellow.”
Master Mark immediately lowered the crop. “I agree it’s been enough. Jesus Christ, boy, you have the most glorious ass I’ve ever seen…and it looks even better all red and swollen. I bet it feels amazing too. Can I find out?”
He unzipped again and took his cock out, then waited.
Alex needed a moment to process that question. Oh, the Dom was asking about sex. “Yes, Master. I’m green for sex.”
“Good boy.” The blunt tip of the Dom’s cock pushed inside Alex without hesitation, and he didn’t stop until he was in all the way. Alex’s eyes teared up again.
God, thathurt. It stung and burned and ached, but his cock was still so, so hard. He was full in every way, almost to the point where he’d combust if he couldn’t release pressure.
“Fuck me hard, Master,” he begged. “I need it. Need to feel your cock.”
He wasn’t allowed to speak, technically, but he didn’t care. He needed him, needed this.
“Fuck yes, boy. Beg me again. Most beautiful sound on the planet, a begging sub.” But he remained motionless.
Alex had no pride left. “Please, Master.”
“Why do you need my cock, boy?”
“‘Cause I’m a slut, Master.”
“You sure are. You’re a horny little fuck hole, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I should tie you to that St. Andrew’s cross and let every man in the house take a turn with you, fuck you till the cum is streaming out of your ass. I’d bet that still wouldn’t be enough for you, would it?”
“Yes, Master. I mean, no, Master. Whatever you want, Master.”
“Damn straight, boy. You’re my little fuck hole now, aren’t you? My little slut to use and abuse.”
Oh fuck, those words set him on fire, and he shamelessly pushed his ass back. “Please, Master. Anything you want.”
“Good boy.”
Master Mark stopped talking as he took Alex hard and fast, ramming into him until Alex saw stars and not a single cell in his body wasn’t fired up. He was burning everywhere, split wide open on that fat cock, his throat still aching from that rough blow job, tears running down his snotty cheeks…and it was heaven.
Something connected inside him, like he’d found a part of himself he’d never accessed, and a pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced washed over him. It pushed him higher and higher, taking his breath away until he exploded. He screamed as he came, then again when Master Mark grabbed his hips and slammed his cock so deep inside Alex he couldn’t even move anymore. Everything hurt, yet he soared, the pain pushing his body beyond limits.
He wasn’t sure how it had happened, but he found himself on the couch, covered in soft blankets, with Master Mark’s arms around him.
“Here, have some water.” Master Mark held a bottle to Alex’s lips. He gratefully sipped from it, the cool liquid soothing his parched throat.