How I Met My Submissive 6: Fifty Shades of Gay

There are two types of people in this world: those who plan everything down to the millimeter, and those who go with the flow. I've always been the first type. My professional career, my goals, my domination sessions... everything meticulously planned. Until Alex, with his blushes and his whispered "yes, sir," sent all my planning to hell.

The walk home was torture. Alex stumbled slightly as he walked, brushing his shoulder against mine every few steps. Each little contact reminded me that in minutes, I would have that kid completely at my mercy.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked while searching for my keys. Part of me hoped he would say no, give me an excuse to stop before I did something crazy.

"Yes, sir," he murmured, and the tremor in his voice was my undoing.

As soon as I closed the door, I pushed him against the wall. Alex let out a moan that went straight to my cock.

"Last chance to back out," I growled beside his ear.

In response, Alex tilted his head, exposing his neck in a gesture of submission so natural that I had to stifle an animalistic growl.

I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, exposing his throat further. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?"

"I wanted it too... sir," he admitted in a trembling voice.

I sank my teeth into his neck, drawing a moan from him that echoed down the hallway. His body arched against mine, seeking more contact.

"So perfect..." I murmured against his skin.

His hands clutched my shirt, not to push me away but to keep himself upright. His whole body was trembling.

"Please..." he whispered.

"Please what?" I demanded, tightening my grip on his hair.

"Please, sir... whatever you want..."

"Silence," I ordered, covering his mouth with one hand while I continued to bite him. "I don't want to hear anything but 'yes' or 'please.' Understood?"

He nodded frantically under my grip.

His lips parted immediately under mine, surrendering completely. He tasted like piña colada and submission, driving my dominant side wild.

I grabbed him by the thighs and lifted him. Alex instinctively wrapped his legs around my waist, moaning when my erection pressed against him.

"Bedroom," I growled between kisses. "Now."

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I half-stumbled him to my room, never stopping to kiss him. When I threw him onto the bed, the moan he let out almost made me lose control.

"Undress," I ordered as I took off my shirt.

His fingers trembled as he tried to unbutton it. After the third button, I lost patience and just ripped it open, sending buttons flying across the room.

"I'll buy you another," I growled at his surprised look.

The sight of Alex lying on my bed, his shirt torn and his chest heaving, made me growl. His pale skin already showed red marks where my teeth had been.

"You’re beautiful," I murmured, and the blush that covered his face reminded me why I had been obsessed with him from the start.

I leaned over him, letting my weight press him against the mattress. Alex moaned and arched against me, seeking more contact.

"So eager," I whispered against his neck as my hands moved down his body. "So needy..."

"Please, sir..."

"Shh," I silenced him with a kiss as my hands worked on his belt. "I'm going to give you what you need."

When I finally had him naked beneath me, I had to pause to admire the view. His skin was covered in red marks that would soon turn purple, and his cock dripped against his stomach.

"Turn around," I ordered, and the speed with which he obeyed made me growl in approval.

"Up," I commanded, guiding his hips. "On your knees."

He got into position, trembling slightly. The natural submissiveness with which he obeyed each command was heavenly.

"Please..."

"Is that what you want?" I suddenly shoved two fingers into his mouth. "Suck."

He obeyed immediately, licking them as if his life depended on it. His tearful eyes looked at me with a mix of fear and desire that made me harder than ever.

I pulled my fingers from his mouth and brought them to his entrance, pushing without much gentleness. The scream he let out made me smile.

"Shh," I whispered against his ear as I inserted a third finger. "You wouldn't want the neighbors to know you're a cock-hungry slut, would you?"

His whole body shuddered at my words, his cock dripping against his stomach.

I took my time preparing him, watching him writhe with each movement of my fingers. His moans became more desperate as I added a second finger.

"Please..." he pleaded.

"Patience," I growled, though my own patience was wearing thin. "I don’t want to hurt you."

Lie. Part of me wanted to break him, mark him, claim him as mine. But my protective side kept fighting to maintain control.

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When I finally aligned myself against his entrance, his whole body trembled in anticipation. I pushed gently, noticing how he tensed up.

"Relax," I murmured, stroking his back.

"Yes, sir," he panted, trying to obey.

I pushed a little more and... shit. There was no way this would work. He was too tight, and I was too big.

"No... it doesn't fit," Alex groaned, his voice mixing pain with frustration.

"Shh, I know," I murmured, kissing his back as my mind fought an internal battle. I could force it. I could... No. "I’m not going to hurt you."

"But I want to please you, sir," he protested, and damn, that phrase almost made me lose control.

"You please me by being obedient," I growled, biting his shoulder. "And right now, I'm going to finger you until you scream my name."

The moan he let out was music to my ears. I reinserted my fingers, searching for that spot that would make him see stars. When I found it, his whole body tensed up.

"Oh... oh god..."

"Do you like it?" I grunted, biting his neck as my fingers kept working.

"Yes... yes, sir..."

I fingered him until his arms gave out and his face fell against the mattress. His moans became incoherent, mixed with "please" and "sir" interspersed.

When he finally came, screaming my name as I had ordered, I had to use all my self-control to not fuck him right then and there, regardless of the damage.

I lay down beside him, panting almost as much as he was. My cock throbbed painfully, demanding attention.

"Let me..." Alex murmured, turning towards me with clear intent.

"You don't have to..."

"Please, sir," he pleaded, and damn, how could I deny him anything when he looked at me like that?

His mouth was fucking paradise. Inexperienced but eager, and when I grabbed his hair to set the rhythm, he moaned around my cock in a way that completely clouded my judgment and any protective spirit I had left. I ruthlessly fucked his mouth, watching him struggle to breathe each time I hit the back of his throat. His tearful eyes and the way he continued trying to please me despite the gagging drove me wild.

"Look at me," I ordered, tugging on his hair.

His tearful eyes met mine as I continued to fuck his mouth. The image was perfect - my submissive on his knees, mouth full of my cock, trying to please me despite the pain.

I came without warning, holding his head so he would swallow every last drop. When I finally let go, he fell backward, coughing and gasping.

"Good boy, come here," I murmured, pulling him against my chest. I needed to feel that he was okay, that I hadn't gone too far.

"Is... is this okay?" he asked shyly.

"Shut up and sleep," I growled, but my fingers stroking his hair softened my words.

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The next morning was... interesting. Alex's scream when he saw himself in the bathroom mirror nearly made me spill my coffee.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, hand on his neck. "How am I going to go to work like this?"

I stepped up behind him, admiring my handiwork in the mirror. His neck and shoulders were covered in purple marks, some clearly tooth-shaped. I should feel guilty, but I only felt a primal pride seeing him marked as mine.

"You wear turtlenecks to work," I commented, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Not all of them cover that much!" he protested, but he relaxed against my chest. "And it’s too hot for a sweater..."

"Then you’ll have to deal with it," I growled, lightly biting a particularly visible mark. "Or everyone will know you're mine."

The shiver that ran through his body at those words was fascinating.

"Am I?" he asked quietly. "Yours?"

I spun him around sharply, pushing him against the sink. "What do you think?"

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Work was... complicated. Alex spent the whole day tugging at the collar of his shirt, and I spent the whole day remembering how I had made each of those marks.

Alex couldn't sit right, and every time someone mentioned his "sore throat," he turned as red as a tomato.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Laura asked during lunch. "You can barely talk..."

"He’s perfectly fine," I interrupted before Alex could respond. "He just needs to rest his throat, right?"

The look of panic he shot me only made me want to mark him more. Today we would have to talk about limits and expectations, but for now... for now, I would enjoy watching him try to hide that his boss had fucked his throat until he was voiceless.

"Yes, sir," he murmured, and the tremor in his voice confirmed he was thinking exactly what I was.