Page 37 of No Rules

Ryan reached for his pants and retrieved an object from his pocket. What was that? Oh shit. Alex’s cheeks heated when he recognized the small black butt plug.

“I want you to wear this for me.” Ryan held up the plug for Alex. “And keep it in until I tell you to take it out.”

A jolt of excitement jerked through him. Oh, to be filled like that all day. He nodded mutely, biting his lip as he turned onto his side and offered Ryan his ass.

“Good boy.” Ryan pressed the tip of the plug against Alex’s entrance, and Alex held his breath, feeling nervous and exhilarated by the sensation.

Ryan locked eyes with him as he pushed the plug in slowly, inch by tantalizing inch. The pressure built inside Alex, stretching him deliciously until the widest part of the plug slipped past his tight ring of muscles and settled into place. Funny how different this felt from Ryan’s cock, even though the latter had to be bigger.

Alex settled back on his ass, pressing his lips together at the unfamiliar sensation of having a plug in his ass. Not unpleasant, per se, but strange. Almost as strange as the fact that Ryan had brought it. He must have thought of this beforehand. Or the man walked around with a butt plug in his pocket all the time, which Alex doubted.

He cleared his throat. “Am I allowed to ask why you asked me to do this?”

Ryan’s expression faltered, and he glanced away as if uncomfortable with the question. “I wanted to claim you? Because we hadn’t seen each other for… But that’s stupid, of course. It was just two days. Maybe I thought it would be a good way to remind you of your place?”

Alex had never seen Ryan that insecure. “Remind me of my place? You mean as your submissive?”

“Shit.” Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, his face flushed. “No, that’s not what I meant. I’m not your Dom, Alex. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Then why did you?” The question slipped out before Alex could stop it.

“Because…because sometimes I forget and get carried away,” Ryan admitted, much softer now. “I like the control and the power dynamic, but you know I can’t have a full-blown D/s relationship with you, no matter how much I want it sometimes.”

Alex’s heart swelled at Ryan’s honesty. Hearing Ryan say he wanted to be Alex’s Dom meant everything, even if Alex didn’t understand why Ryan couldn’t. Everything inside him wanted to ask why, but he knew better. If he pushed now, Ryan would retreat again, and he’d lose the fragile connection between them. “Okay. Wanna grab breakfast?”

Ryan nodded, then got up and held out a hand to pull Alex up. “Do you want me to take it out? I probably should, right? I have no right to ask this of you.”

On impulse, Alex leaned in and kissed him quickly. “Leave it in. I like it.”

“Yeah?”

“I promise I’d tell you if I felt differently.”

They got dressed quickly. “I’ll clean up my mess after breakfast,” Alex said, pointing at the mess on the wall and the floor.

“Nah, I’ll do it. It’s the least I can do after…” Ryan cleared his throat. “I’ll do it.”

They went to the dining room, where everyone else had already started their breakfast. When they walked in, Wander shot them a meaningful grin, but it didn’t bother Alex that much anymore, though he did make an effort to walk normally. Knowing he’d just been fucked was one thing, but he didn’t need everyone to realize he was wearing a plug.

It felt strange but good. Alex clenched his muscles around the plug, testing the sensation it created. A jolt of pleasure rippled through him, and his knees buckled slightly.

Ryan winked as he pulled out a chair for Alex. “Careful there,” he teased, his voice low and husky. “You don’t want to get too distracted, do you?”

“Right.” Alex tried to sound nonchalant as he sat.

Had he done the right thing, keeping the plug in? Or had he handed Ryan too much power? Doubt and shame warred within him, but at the same time, a thrill of anticipation coursed through his veins. Ryan had opened up to him. Even though it was only a little, it was more than he’d ever shown before. No, Alex had made the right choice.

“Here.” Ryan set a steaming cup of coffee in front of Alex. “Drink up. You’ll need your energy for later.”

“Thanks.” Alex wrapped his hands around the warm mug. He took a sip, the bitterness of the coffee grounding him in the moment.

Lori, one of Jesse’s staff who ran the dining room, set two plates of steaming hot food in front of them. She knew their preferences by now: huevos rancheros for Ryan and a solid stack of French toast for Alex, with eggs on the side. “Thank you,” they said at the same time.

“My pleasure. Let me know if you need anything else.”

Lori was a saint, much like all the other staff. It had taken Alex some time to get used to them, and he always made sure to thank them and make their lives as easy as possible.

“How was Austin?” Alex asked, shoveling a forkful of French toast into his mouth.

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