Page 23 of No Rules

Of course he wouldn’t be the one to show Alex. Master Mark would, and irrational anger simmered in Ryan’s veins again. That guy had better do a good job of teaching Alex, or Ryan would…

Alex made a sound, then turned around and placed his hands against the wall, pushing his ass out. That perfect, round, gloriously red ass was now Ryan’s for the taking. And oh, he would. Alex was always prepped, part of his role as the house slut, and Ryan didn’t waste time. He lined up and sank inside him.

What was it about Alex that made it so perfect? Was it how his ass jiggled when Ryan fucked him? That little bounce it gave as he slapped it? Maybe it was how tight he was, how he could work those ass muscles and squeeze Ryan’s cock. Or the sounds he made, eager little moans and whimpers that showed how much he loved being fucked. How he pushed back his ass, sometimes even holding his cheeks open so Ryan could fuck him deeper. And now, with his ass glowing, it was even better.

He was, quite simply, the best fuck Ryan had ever had…and wasn’t that food for thought?

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Aroused.

Anxious.

Appalled.

Alex’s head was a mixed bag of conflicting emotions as Ryan went to town on his ass. It hurt, his skin still so sensitive from the welts, but it also felt amazing, the friction and burn another layer to the pleasure Ryan gave him. The man could fuck him like no one else, but why did he always have to push Alex out of his comfort zone? A perfectly good bedroom was literally feet away, but no, Ryan had to fuck him against the wall in the hallway, where anyone could…

Oh shit.

Footsteps. Laughter amid a conversation. They were about to be discovered.

He froze. Did he stop Ryan? He’d have to safeword. They’d never discussed it, but Ryan would respect a red from Alex. That much he knew. But should he?

Shit, shit, shit.

Humiliation spread through him like wildfire, his whole body heating with it. Yet, at the same time, the idea of other people seeing him get railed like this also turned him on. His cock was like iron, leaking without him touching it. He liked this.

Correct that. Helovedthis.

He hated it, but he loved it too.

So he stood still, his eyes closed as the footsteps and voices came closer. Wander and Jesse. Of course it had to be his boss and the owner of the house Alex lived in. It couldn’t have been David or Caleb, two fellow subs. Nope, just his luck.

“Mmm, will you look at that? Jesus, that’s one perfect ass. Look at those marks… Master Mark did a great job. Are you enjoying that, boy?”

Alex kept his eyes closed. They had to be right next to him, but he refused to open his eyes.

Ryan stopped and slapped his ass. A sharp pain flashed through Alex, and he yelped.

“He asked you a question, baby boy. Be a polite little sub now and answer it, would you?”

Kill. Him. Now.

Alex forced his eyes open, and sure enough, Wander and Jesse were standing right there in almost identical poses. Legs spread, arms crossed, shit-eating grins on their faces. And judging by the bulges in their pants, both were hard.

“Yes,” he said between clenched teeth. “I’m enjoying this. Or at least, I was.”

He mumbled the last part, but not softly enough, and Wander and Jesse laughed. “You don’t appreciate the audience?” Wander asked. “‘Cause we sure as fuck appreciate the free show.”

“Damn straight.” Jesse readjusted himself. “I’d better find David so he can take care of this for me.”

“Nah.” Ryan resumed fucking Alex. “I’ll be done in a minute or two, and you can take a turn with our little slut here.”

What?

Jesus. Alex pinched his eyes shut.

“Ryan.” Wander had used what Alex called his Dom voice. It held an edge of steel, and no one was immune to it.