I arrive at Liam's home, accompanied by Justin and Becka, with only minutes to spare. They're both stunned when they see the mansion he lives in, and they can't contain that surprise even as we're strolling up the steps to his front door. I tell them to act naturally, then anxiously ring the doorbell.

It's been an unusual twenty-four hours. I hadn't expected to have my sexuality outed to the very person I'd secretly held affection for when I came here last night. Now here we are introducing him to the man to whom I ended up giving my anal virginity. For the most part, Justin appears to be supportive of me being bisexual. Still, I know he doesn't accept the nature of my relationship from what he said. Like my father, he hates that I'm sexually aroused by sadomasochism.

Liam opens the door personally with a broad, friendly grin on his face. His wavy, blonde hair is swept aside, and he's wearing a Prussian blue shirt with the top button undone, dark slim-fit jeans and a light brown blazer. He looks impressive, incredibly handsome, and I would love to kiss him if he'd let me.

As he welcomes us in, he takes Becka's hand and raises it to his lips for a greeting. Her cheeks redden immediately, and I know I was right last night about him being irresistible to most people.

"Matthew, you didn't tell me you have such a gorgeous friend," he admonishes with a mischievous glint. "Now, if only I had met her first!"

His stern eyes meet mine, challenging me to react to his words, but I don't bite and continue introducing my friends. I don't know him well enough to make the mistake of getting jealous. He's not my partner, he's just my Dom, and I'm probably not the only person he's seeing. I've had to witness a long string of women sleep with the person I've been pining over for years, so I won't readily get jealous over something as minor as a kiss on the hand.

He shakes Justin's hand firmly but makes no comment. Instead, he raises an eyebrow at me and smiles knowingly. He's aware that there is another man I find attractive, and it wouldn't be hard to put two and two together with how gorgeous he is. I just hope that Liam can keep that secret for me.

"So, welcome to my home. Make yourself comfortable and have a drink before we leave. What's mine is yours."

As Liam strolls into his living room, followed closely by Becka, Justin pulls me aside, bitterness sweeping across his face. His usually warm eyes appear cold and hard, and his jaw is tightly clenched. I glance down and notice that his hand is balled up into a fist.

Is it me that he wants to punch, or Liam?

"So this is your type? Really! I didn't take you to be someone who's this superficial," he snaps, reverting to his earlier annoyance.

I don't understand his sudden outrage after what we've already discussed. Liam has been nothing but pleasant towards him so far, although he did just kiss his girlfriend's hand.

"Don't act like this. I like him, so just give him a chance, okay?"

"What the hell has he got that—In fact, never mind. Just do whatever you want, like you always do, but there are easier ways to ask for attention."

"Can we just talk about this?" I plead as he turns away. "You told me you'll get to know him first... You promised!"

He shoves past me angrily and heads into the living room. As I go to follow him, Liam comes out, grabs my wrist and pushes me up against the wall in the hall. "I'm disappointed you didn't even seem slightly jealous, Lover."

"Master, it's not my right to get jealous."

"Well, I want you to get jealous if I show interest in someone else," he orders, then kisses me gently. His hand strokes through my hair, and I'm pretty sure I hear him inhale the scent of me as he brings his lips to my neck. "It is Justin you like, isn't it?"

"Yes, Master, but my friendship is more important to me. I'm only yours," I reply, deeply regretting interweaving two aspects of my life this soon.

He kisses me again, seemingly satisfied with my response. His hand undoes the zip on the front of my jeans, and he begins to caress me, making me swell within his grasp. As pleasure courses through me, my breathing deepens. I'm going to cum, and I let out a quiet gasp, trying to not attract the attention of my friends on the other side of the wall.

"How does it feel to be touched like this, only a few steps away from the person you love? Should I continue doing this until he catches us, hm? You're not allowed to cum until he's watching."

He pulls my jeans and underwear further down, fully exposing my cock. I release a throaty moan as he grabs hold of my balls and tugs painfully. If Justin sees me like this, I'm not sure if we'll remain friends, especially after the argument we've just had. "Please, Master. I can't hold back any longer..."

Forcibly, he turns me around and shoves me against the door. I'm easily overpowered by him, but now it just adds to the thrill. Using the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from my overly abused cock, he lubricates his fingers. I groan as his fingers push inside my arse and work on opening me up for him, losing my mind to lust as I breathe in his magnificent aura.

He growls as he pinches my rump, then slaps it. "I love how tight your arse is. It's absolutely perfect."

"Then take me, Master... Please, I want you."

I desperately need to cum, and my cries of pleasure increase as he finally enters me. There's simply no way that Justin cannot hear this through the wall, and as he continues to pound away, the sound of him slapping against my arse cheeks surrounds the hall. I've never felt this humiliated in my life. Even when I found Louise with that cunt Bradley in my bed, and they'd laughed at me, I hadn't felt this level of shame. Yet inexplicably, I'm turned on by it; The idea of being seen with this virile, attractive man dominating and doing obscene things to me. That little spark of risk fizzes within my stomach.

I hear the sound of someone trying to open the door beneath me, and my heart freezes. Liam starts to chuckle as he continues to fuck my arse and reaches around towards my cock again, whilst I hold the door shut in panic.

"Please, Master. Not in front of Justin at least," I whisper as the danger becomes urgent.

The door to his event room unlocks from behind us, and a woman wearing the same black uniform from the party walks through and stands beside us. She appears to be in her forties with brown hair tied in a chignon. She looks at me with a haughty expression, but then her lips curl into a cruel smile, realising my predicament as the door handle rattles again beneath me. There appears to be nothing out of the ordinary happening here, and I wonder what else she's seen during her employment. Personally, I'd feel awkward walking in on something like this.

"Take care of this, Janet," Liam says calmly.

As he whisks me away from the door, she grips the handle. If she opens it, I'm going to die of shame. I brace myself to come face-to-face with Justin, but instead, Liam tugs at me and leads me into the event room behind us. With his hand clamped over my mouth, we listen as Justin loudly complains about the door getting stuck to Janet. Liam is grinning wildly, clearly enjoying the thrill of us nearly being caught. My heart is pounding hard within my chest.

Locking the door beside us, Liam continues what he started and fucks me from behind again, gripping my hair at the nape of my neck. This time, he doesn't touch me. Instead, he just rams me as hard as he can until he groans quietly, and I feel the release of his desire pump inside me.

Done, he withdraws, and I'm left feeling used and discarded. He brought me to the cusp of orgasm but denied me that satisfaction at the last moment. Teasing me like this is cruel. Charlotte had never denied me pleasure, and it's going to be hours until I receive any relief.

I watch as he tidies himself up, and begrudgingly, I do the same, pulling my underwear and jeans back up. As I take a step to leave the room with him, I feel the sensation of a sizeable amount of fluid leak down my inner leg. I'm going to need a moment to clean myself up before going anywhere.

------

When we arrive in London an hour later via a black limo, Liam takes us to what appears to be a highly exclusive club. This display of wealth makes me feel uncomfortable. If he thought this would impress me, he is sorely mistaken. I'm not interested in the size of his wallet, despite what Justin appears to think after seeing his home.

The queue stretches far around the corner from the club, and several doormen are refusing entry to people based on their clothing. I look down at the black Vans I'm wearing, which are scuffed from skateboarding. Liam hadn't given me the opportunity to change before we met him. I clear my throat, wanting to tell him I'm underdressed, but he clutches my hand, bypasses the security, and leads us straight in.

As we continue walking through, I glance around in wonderment. I've never been to a place this exclusive in my life. It's modern inside, with a stylish, sleek feel, oversized black leather couches, and a bar spanning an entire mirrored wall. Electronica is being played by a DJ at a deafening volume, and the dance floor is crowded. It's not my kind of thing, but clearly, it is Liam's.

Some of the women dancing turn to watch Liam as he confidently glides past them, and he smiles suggestively at them. I don't know if he is trying to make me jealous again or whether he genuinely knows them, but I remain quiet. He brings us to a VIP area, and champagne is served immediately. I'd much rather have a Jack and Coke.

I sit across from him beside Justin and Becka and watch as he leans back comfortably with his arms across the back of the couch and crosses a leg over his knee. He's incredibly arrogant, acting like he owns the place.

"So, how do you like my club?" he asks, smiling smugly, evidently delighted to be showing off like this.

The penny drops, and things are beginning to fit into place. I don't know how I hadn't realised the moment we entered the club, but he reeks of old money, not as a self-made businessman. I'm a little thrown off.

"I didn't know you had a club, Liam?" I reply, not knowing what else to say.

"Well, now you do. I'm interested in entertainment... A hobby, I suppose you can call it. I thought you would like to find out more about me, with us being so intimately involved."

"So how many clubs do you have?" Justin asks, acknowledging him for the first time.

"Three. One is a stripper club," he says, raising his hand to display the number with his digits. Becka laughs nervously as she sips from her glass of champagne, drawing his attention, and Liam leans forward to stare intently at her. "Have you ever been to a stripper club?"

"No!" she squeaks, turning bright red. The Becka I know is a confident woman, abrasive and far unlike this timid girl she's become in front of him, so it's interesting to see the effect he has on others.

He smirks with arrogance. "I have a ladies' only night on a Friday. You should go if your boyfriend lets you. Do you have a problem with that, Justin?"

"Do you think I'm some kind of prude or something? I don't mind if she wants to go. There's no sex involved."

Liam grins widely. "Not usually. Not paid for anyway, according to my books. But if clients meet up with the strippers out of hours, how the hell am I supposed to know?"

"I trust Becka not to get involved in anything like that," Justin scoffs.

"Then, you haven't seen how people act when there's a stripper directly in front of them. It's inevitable."

I sit quietly. A strip joint does sound like the exact kind of thing Liam would own, and he is certainly not naive about what goes on behind his back, however coy he pretends to be now. He told me he is a voyeur, and I wouldn't put it past him to entertain friends and acquaintances in such a way with transactional sex. His entire life seems to revolve around hedonism, the more I begin to know him.

"Matthew, are you not interested in going?" he asks. "Have you thought about stripping yourself?"

I spit out my drink in surprise and laugh, unsure of whether he's just teasing or being serious. "I don't see it as a career option for a start. Also, I can't dance, and I'm a bit shy."

"Why not? You didn't seem shy last night. Or did I embarrass you?"

I feel flustered, with heat rushing to my head. I don't want to talk about this around my friends, least of all Justin and instantly, I say no more.

"Yeah, Matt. There's that picture going around. I do wonder how Chaz got hold of it as well, though?" Becka says, looking perplexed.

"I sent it to her," Liam laughs. "And, I've got more risque ones back at home if you'd like to see them?"

"Why would you do that? She planned out their whole marriage together and loved Matthew!"

"I just felt like provoking her. She broke a lot of expensive, crystal glasses in a tantrum at mine a couple of months ago while arguing with a good friend of mine. Oh, it was brilliant! I wish you could have been there."

"But, why involve Matt in this? You've literally just met him, and you've dragged him into it," Justin interrupts, his temper flaring up. "That was a real, shitty move on your part."

"Well, it was about him. My friend James had mentioned him in conversation last year. I didn't think much of it, but then his name kept coming up, over and over, so he piqued my interest. Then Charlotte lost it when I asked to invite him, and upset my friend Claudia. It was the most fun I've had in a while, so I decided to irritate her again... But she offered him to me back when they were still dating, and she never told me he was off-limits."

"So you did that for fun? Do you hear this? This fucker set you up! Did you even ask what Matthew thought about it?" Justin yells angrily. "Matt, have you got nothing you want to say about this?"

"Nah. It's cool with me," I reply, shrugging. "And, Liam's probably done me the biggest favour. I don't have to worry about Charlotte trying to get me back."

"Your apathy is unbelievable!" Justin glares at me incredulously, but I can't be bothered with all of this talk about my ex-fiancée. I'd been an idiot to propose to Charlotte, but at the time, I had worshipped the ground she walked upon. It was her fault the relationship ended because she put me in the hospital, then kicked off about Rebekah. I'd much rather talk about something else.

"I hoped it would have got a small reaction at least?" Liam says quietly. "So you're not bothered at all?"

Becka suddenly tugs the still visibly angry Justin away to the dance floor, leaving us by ourselves. Suddenly, it hits me that Liam's mood has changed, so I move to sit next to him. "What's wrong? Have I upset you somehow?"

His eyes meet mine, and he frowns slightly. "It's ridiculous, but I had hoped you'd just tell her you were with me. Declared you had moved on or something. Justin is right that you just seem indifferent."

"I just don't want anything to do with her. That relationship was toxic, and she's done nothing since but try to ruin my life to force me back. So, it's not that I feel indifferent; I want to avoid confrontation."

His hand reaches for mine, then squeezes. "The instant I met you in person, I knew I had to have you. I don't want anything overly casual."

This is unexpected. I was under the impression that this is only sex, although I definitely like Liam. "I actually didn't know that."

"Most of the people who try to get with me just want the things I have. Some pretend to be masochists and then bail out the instant they see my playroom. You don't seem to be swayed by money?"

"I'm interested in the personality of the person I'm seeing. So, me not being successful isn't a problem for you? It's always been a problem with others, and I hate feeling like I mean nothing."

"No. I only care about whether I find someone fun to be around."

I lean over and gently press a kiss to his lips. He isn't dominant at the moment, so I guess it'll be okay. I just want to show some affection for him, but the moment I do it, I realise my grave error. Liam's face turns thunderous, and he seizes my arm and pushes me down on the couch. Leaning over me, he holds my hands above my head, and his fingers dig into my wrists. 

"Are you feeling brave?" he asks with unbridled threat. "I could fuck you here, right now, if you're not careful. Don't touch unless you're given explicit permission. Do I make myself clear?"

The change in him is sudden. I glance sideways and see Becka staring at us from a distance, mouth wide open in surprise. Justin just looks flaming mad, trying to yank away from her hand as he gestures towards us. I want to calm him down, but Liam pulls me to face him, then kisses me aggressively as he sits between my legs.

"My friends are watching," I murmur against his lips.

"I know, but it would be fun to embarrass you again." He tugs my t-shirt up, rubbing his fingers over my nipples before pinching. "You're beautiful naked."

I feel nervous at the thought. "Liam? Surely not here?"

"Mm, blushing again. I like that reaction out of you." His lips press against my neck as he starts to unfasten my jeans. I'm not sure whether he's joking or if he'll continue, but I can't help becoming aroused, and I sigh at the sensation of his hand on me. He stops, then straightens himself up, leaving my own clothes in disarray. "I'll wait until later. I'm in the mood to be extremely rough with you."

I glance back over to where Justin stood, but he's no longer there. I quickly scan the room, and I can't see either him or Becka. I think they've left. I hope our friendship doesn't get ruined by this, but I know I'm going to end up being the one who has to apologise. This is entirely my fault.

A moment later, we're joined by a couple of Liam's friends. James also arrives with a stunning woman I haven't recognised with him previously. She has sleek blonde hair, blue eyes, and an emerald-green dress. Sitting close to Liam, she strikes up a conversation about a woman she had argued with at work. Liam's face is blank as she talks, obviously bored by the incessant chitchat and impassive to her flirtatious charm. The only person who acknowledges me is James, but it's only with a nod of his head.

More champagne arrives, but it's too sweet for me to enjoy. The conversation continues to flow, lubricated by alcohol and the familiarity within the group, leaving me sitting quietly. This reminds me too much of that night across from Brad, alone with my inferiority and shyness. I need to find my chance to escape.

"I'm going to the bar—"

I figured no one was paying attention, but Liam snatches my hand in his vice-like grip, then tugs me onto his lap. As I look upon him in bewilderment, his finger presses against my lips to keep me silent before he addresses the group. "Everyone, this is Matthew, my boyfriend. Matthew, this is Violet, Penelope and Sara. You've met James before, and Robert was also in attendance last night."

Sara claps with glee. "You're the first person he's introduced us to. It must be pretty serious? So tell us how you met each other."

"I met Matthew about six months ago," Liam lies confidently, and I see a smile cross James' face. He knows it's an outright lie. "And it was love at first sight, wasn't it?"

I don't know how to respond, and I feel overwhelmed as everyone stares at me, awaiting my answer. I was popular in sixth form, but the past year has wrecked my confidence to the point where I don't know what to say. Instead, I nod and meekly smile.

The laughter and chatter around me resumes at a swift pace, with Liam gripping my knee and squeezing it painfully every so often. I barely keep up, more focused on Liam's actions, and his handsome countenance, then, after a while of this, he whispers in my ear, "I want to hurt you so bad right now. Is that good with you?"

I'm nervous. There is no doubt that he is serious in his insinuation, and would last night pale by comparison? It had been intense, but maybe that was him being gentle and on his best behaviour? I glance at his face, and it no longer appears carefree. He seems terrifying now with his green eyes glistening with his violent intentions, and I'm drawn in.

"Okay. I'm sure I can cope with another lashing."

"Don't forget your safe word." I laugh nervously at his warning, but his face remains deadly. "I'm not joking."

At one, his friends start to leave, and a small amount of dread sets in as Liam leads me to James' car. I can deal with pain well, but I'm not sure if I can keep up with him yet. I get in while Liam says goodbye to his remaining friends.

"Matthew, don't forget to use your safeword or breathe tonight," James says, turning to me. "Trust me, but he is going to test your limit in more ways than one. Or would you prefer that I drop you off at home?"

Before I can answer, Liam gets in the car, sitting beside me. James starts driving, but I don't recognise this route through the narrow country lanes. It seems to be a long way back to his house compared to our earlier journey. Eventually, he stops at what appears to be some woods, and Liam unfastens my seatbelt. I don't think we're far from his home.

"Run," he says calmly, pulling his tie loose. "Get back to my house, and you'll be safe. Don't let me catch you."

We appear to be playing a game, and the Cheshire cat grin from last night returns to his face. James shoves a torch in my hand, and I realise precisely what I'm getting into tonight. I nod in response, deciding I'll play along with his whims, then quickly get out to scramble into the thick of trees, not turning on my torch. My weaker leg already hurts, but I don't slow down as I take off at a sprint. Liam seemed slightly insane a moment ago, so I don't want him to catch me if I can help it.

Adrenaline courses through me as I weave through the numerous branches and bushes that snag at my clothes, feeling the wind against my skin as I begin to understand the game. The thrill of the chase is what he wants, and I can't help grinning at the idea of being his prey. I want to be recklessly enamoured with him. The only problem is that he might get carried away. He seems to be serious about the safe word, though, so I won't be in any real danger. I just don't want to disappoint him by ruining his fun.

I don't know how long I've been running, but fatigue starts to set in, and I gasp desperately for air. Thankfully, I see a light not too far in the distance, and I push myself to continue, despite the sharp stitch in my side. However, as I get close, I'm tackled from the side, and I tumble to the ground with a hard thud, which is now densely covered in foliage. I lie there panting, exhausted, knowing he has me and moving in for the kill. I was running pretty fast, so I don't know how he managed it.

Before I can sit up, Liam is sitting upon me, ripping my shirt off. He pins my arms above my head, then binds them together with rope, a smirk etched upon his face. I'm incredibly turned on by the situation I am in, and I think he is too by the evident bulge pressing against my leg.

"I thought you were going to make it back safely, Lover. That was close," he says, his voice uneven as he tries to regain his own breath. "Mm, I'm going to enjoy having my way with you."

He drags my jeans and underwear, then discards them onto the ground next to us. My erection springs forward, which makes him smile again. He knows I want this just as much as he does.

Liam picks me up and holds me against the tree. I knew he was strong last night, but this strength awes me as his muscular biceps strain his shirt. Did he work out so that he can easily overpower someone and lift them up like this?

He applies some lubricant to me from a packet he tears open with his teeth; then he slides his thumb in. Gently, he strokes, readying me so he can enter. Despite doing some anal play with both Charlotte and Ruth, I hadn't found it as enjoyable as I do with him. I let out a moan as I relax further for him, wanting to feel him inside me again with my entire being.

Dropping his jeans, he enters, and I groan from the sensation of him filling me further. He isn't as big as I am in either girth or length, but he definitely makes up for his size by technique, though, and the head he'd given me this morning had been mind-blowing.

As he fucks me against the tree, the bark begins to dig into my back, and I gasp with a sharp intake of breath at the pain. This is going to leave some fantastic marks after, unlike any I've had before. I start to breathe deeply, with every thrust becoming agony as he continues to use my body. The combination of pain with pleasure is delicious, and I let out a loud groan as I look up through the gap in the trees at the stars above us. This could almost seem like a romantic end to an evening, but I know this is only the beginning.

His fingertips dig into my hips, and his own breathing becomes laboured as his enjoyment increases. I wish he'd kiss me at this moment, but knowing he can take pleasure from me fills me with a sense of contentment. I couldn't understand what he saw in me earlier, but now I realise as he cries out in pleasure and cums inside me. I can give him exactly what he wants. We may be equally matched.

He drops me to the ground, removes my collar from his jacket pocket and fastens it around my neck as I gaze up at his face. He doesn't seem calmer yet, and I'm secretly glad by this revelation. I want to witness his strength again.

His hand slips through my collar, and he drags me the short distance from the woods to his home, through the bushes. I can see that James' car is parked on the driveway; Liam must have run towards me from his home, cheating during our game. It appears that he likes to play dirty, and I need to remember that for next time.

I'm dragged over the gravel, through his front door, then dumped on the tiled floor. James is standing in the hall, looking shocked by Liam's savagery, which makes me want to laugh. I'm covered in mud, leaves and grazes, naked and bound. I haven't had my release yet, and I'm incredibly horny. This tease-and-denial is mean, and I'm starting to love it.

Liam returns with a bucket and tips cold water over me, cleaning some of the dirt off my body. A cruel grin spreads across his face as I shiver before him, with my hair dripping and limply obscuring my vision. I can feel it in my bones that my eventual orgasm is going to be amazing if I please him.

"I'm going to head home, Liam," James says, tiredly. "Just remember to use the first aid kit when you're done."

"Fine," he replies, barely glimpsing away as he strokes back my fringe, then runs a digit over my lips.

James shakes his head as he walks out the door and shuts it behind him, leaving me completely alone and at Liam's mercy. I get up onto my knees in front of him, ready to serve. Tonight has been exhilarating, and I'm desperate to please him and deserve the attention my Master has given me so far.

Liam rolls up his sleeves and undoes another button. His swept-over hair is now dishevelled, and he looks like a complete maniac with the leaves sticking out of it. I'm not the only one who is a mess from our tumble in the woods. As hard as I try, I can't keep a straight face, and I accidentally let out a slight snicker, breaking my role unintentionally.

He scowls at me. "Is something funny?"

"Just a little bit, Master," I snigger as his face twitches at my insolence. "I'm sorry."

It hadn't been my intention to come across as a brat, but now the idea of seeing how he reacts when he is furious crosses my mind. I don't think I'm afraid of him anymore. I just want him in a way I cannot rationally explain. An animalistic desire to fuck without the constraints of rules, the tedium of the outside world or the judgement of others telling me what I should do. Just lots of primal, intense, instinctual sex and disconnection from everything else while I lose myself with him.

He yanks open the door to his event room and hauls me through by my arm. He appears to be containing his displeasure at my disobedience for the moment. The rope from last night is still lying on the floor, so he uses that to partially suspend me again. He leaves briefly, then returns holding a gag, flogger, cane and a small-looking whip that looks so pathetic it's almost comical. He fastens the ball gag on and smiles, looking pleased.

"Use your hand signal if you need it."

He starts by using the flogger on the front of my thighs, warming me up for what comes next. It's the only part of me he hadn't done this to last night, but floggers feel phenomenal when used like this. Apart from fucking me up against the tree and dragging me, he isn't doing anything scary, so I fully relax. James was just overly cautious.

He changes to the cane, which bites. As the strikes get harder, I start breathing through them. I let out a few whimpers, which makes him grin smugly, but I actually feel amazing, soaring with delight at being alone together like this.

He unbuttons the rest of his shirt and removes it, exposing his broad shoulders, muscular chest and biceps. Perspiration glistens on his body, and he looks magnificent, like a hulking Roman gladiator. I desperately need him, and I sigh. My Master has been spectacular again.

I then notice I'm drooling down my face and onto the floor from the gag. I should feel humiliated, but that's the furthest thing from my mind with my half-naked Master before me. I'm filled with lustful thoughts of his cock being inside me again.

"Turned on by me lashing you, Lover?" he smirks, pointing towards my lower regions with his cane.

I glance and see that my erection looks glorious, standing firmly at attention at its full eight inches and dripping with excitement. I sigh again, "Mm-hmm."

He strikes me harder, and I let out a muffled yell. "Does that hurt, Sub? Do you want me to stop?"

I shake my head at him, and he hits me again, making me flinch and writhe as I dangle before him. He continues with these strikes, but the endorphins are already helping me deal with it, and I quieten down as he pauses, closing my eyes.

"Awake?" Liam barks, and I respond with a slight nod.

A vicious strike takes me by surprise, startling my eyes open. Liam glares menacingly at me with his tiny whip in his large hand. At a close distance, I notice that it's black, it has a tapered edge, and it's highly flexible; rubber. This is what he used on me last night, and instantly, I know I may be in trouble and at risk of ending play. He hits me repeatedly on the thighs and tears form at my eyes, but after a while, the sting reduces, and I don't use my hand signal as the high feeling returns.

Time slows down as I hit subspace. I breathe gently, enjoying the sensation as I float deliciously. It's better than any drug, and my tongue darts over my lips as I take a lingering glance over his entirely nude, seductive musculature as he fully undresses.

Mine.

Liam's arms are around me as he gently lets me down and unties me. His face is close to mine, and he kisses me tenderly. I feel so connected to him as he carries me up the stairs in his arms, and I inhale his scent of light musk and the woods. I think I'm falling for my Master, hard.

I don't recognise the room he's taken me to as he lays me down gently on a bed. His lips press against my neck as he enters me. The blissful feeling continues as he has sex with me and kisses, then sucks, leaving love bites across my neck and shoulders. I let out a deep moan from the pleasure building inside me. His fingers caress my nipples, then he strokes downwards to my cock and pulls me by my frenum piercing at the top of my shaft.

"Ahh, I need you, Master," I cry out, enjoying the touch all over my body.

He shifts and starts to kneel to get better access to me, and my pleasure soars as his hand grips me hard and pumps. As he brings me to orgasm, I grasp the silk sheets between my hands and loudly moan for him. I want him to hear my appreciation for treating me so well tonight.

He's equally as noisy as he groans, and I feel the warmth as he spills inside. He collapses on top of me, exhausted, with his arm draped over my stomach and falls asleep, pinning me down. I cuddle him back and close my eyes, feeling sated and happy.

-----

When I awake the next morning, I glance around the room we're in. It's light, airy and modern compared to the other bedroom. Liam is curled up into me. His face is gentle now and no longer frightening, although I did find his slightly crazed appearance appealing last night. My back is sore, and I look down to see that the sheets are stained slightly. Being fucked against the tree had been pretty brutal, and I smile at the memory. My Master had amazed me with the strength he displayed.

I notice a twig in his hair and remove it, thinking fondly about his maniacal expression last night. I hope that he is just mine and that I don't have to share that part of him with anyone else.

Liam stirs and then opens his eyes slowly. His hand reaches for mine, outstretched to his hair. "What are you doing?"

"You have twigs and leaves in your hair."

"I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?" His face becomes serious as he checks me over, then notices the blood on the sheet. "You're bleeding?"

"Just a little, but nothing I can't handle. Using the tree had been a bit mean. Why are we in a different room, by the way?"

"This is my actual bedroom. The other one is my playroom for when I want privacy during parties. Come, let's clean you up."

He climbs up out of bed, and I do the same as he offers out his hand. He pulls the sheet off and leaves it on the floor, then, with a nudge, he pushes me through a door into his ensuite bathroom. I don't say a word as he turns on the bath tap, then tells me to get in as it fills up.

I'm suspicious, knowing what he is capable of. His current, calm appearance can change suddenly, and the last time this happened, he had ended up fucking me. However, he gets in behind me and starts washing my back, remaining docile and attentive. I'm not able to relax the entire time, waiting for the moment he decides to either throttle me beneath the water or begin another game.

After washing me clean, he pulls my back against his chest and cuddles me, with his head resting upon my shoulder. His hand caresses my cheek gently, while the other moves between my legs and strokes. "I really like you, Matthew. Can I call you Matt?"

"Of course, Liam. I like you too."

We sit like this for some time as he slowly plays with my body. His hand moves from my face and massages the back of my neck, then travels down to my nipples, pinching and flicking my piercings. His other hand continues on my cock, and I watch as he handles me while I grow firm.

"You're such a big boy, Matt. I'd love to watch you fucking someone else, making them take the entirety of you. I want to watch you spank someone and make them deep throat your cock. We really need to find someone else," he whispers in my ear.

His hand speeds up as he tightens his grip, and I let out a groan as I try to hold back. I don't want this to end yet. It feels so fucking amazing as he teases the head of my cock with his thumb. I want him to be as dirty as Friday night, shove his finger in and make me a quivering mess.

"Who?" I ask, struggling as perverse thoughts continue to float through my head.

"I'm hoping we can find them together. A sub for my submissive. Someone we can both fuck, but mainly I want to film and observe as you tie them up and use their body, then have you crawling into my bed after. I want you to be left exhausted afterwards. What do you think about that?"

He grasps my balls, and that, along with the dirty talk, makes me peak, and I cry out in bliss loudly. As I relax against him again, I consider what he's proposing, but I'm unsure how well it'll work. I'll have to switch quickly between roles, even if he seems very keen on the idea. "It's an interesting thought. So we'll have a polyamorous relationship?"

"Is this a relationship? I thought you were just my submissive, but if this is about last night, then I'm sorry. I assumed it would be easier to explain than our arrangement."

Touché. I've overthought Liam telling his friends I was his boyfriend last night when he never said anything different before. I shouldn't have considered this to be something more than a passing fling with him, and now I feel stupid jumping to assumptions.

I turn my head to look at him. He seems to be deep in thought, and I don't want to interrupt him now to ask if there's a possibility for more.

His brows furrow as our eyes meet, but I don't immediately look away. Instead, I get butterflies as I stare into his gorgeous green eyes and notice small flecks of blue I hadn't seen before. I'm captivated. I want to explore the inner depths of his being and find out why he appears so pensive right now.

Without a word, Liam shoves me away, gets out of the bath and wraps a towel around himself. I might have made him mad by staring, but I can't help myself. He is the most attractive person I have ever laid eyes on, though I'm not entirely sure he is even human, given his godlike qualities.

He offers me his hand, and I take it, despite not needing any help. Leading me back to his room, he sits me down on his bed, dries me off and applies some cream to my grazes and welts with his soft, gentle fingers. It's hard not to get confused about whether this is kindness when it is only a duty of care owed to me.

Finished, he removes clean clothes from his wardrobe and dresses in a pristine white shirt and navy blue trousers. I start to wonder whether there are some jogging bottoms and an old, worn t-shirt hidden away that he saves for when he's alone. He surely can't look this appetising all of the time. I then realise my clothes are still in the woods where he discarded them.

He looks at me, then smiles wryly. "Are you going to sit there naked all day? I don't mind if you do."

"My clothes are still outside. And you cheated last night!" I accuse. "You made me run towards you. I wasn't given a fair chance."

"Oh, yes! That was pretty wild." A grin spreads over his face. "And I didn't. I just said you had to make it home, but fine, I'll be fair next time."

"Next time?" I suddenly perk up.

"Yes, next time. I enjoyed the hunt. I won't warn you when it is to keep you on your toes. Sounds fun, right?"

"It was pretty fun..." I reply, remembering the way he tackled me. The sex afterwards was definitely mind-blowing and riled me up for what was to come.

Suddenly, his eyes darken, and he becomes frighteningly beautiful. I quickly stand up, knowing something is about to happen. He turns his back to me and starts to count slowly down from ten.

I'm not sure if I'm ready for another shot of adrenaline so soon, but I make a mad dash out of the room, not knowing where I'm going. It isn't a question of if he found me, but when, and I need to delay him for as long as possible. I suspect that the longer the chase lasts, the better the sex will be. My heart rate is racing.

I'm surprised by someone in the hallway as I dart downstairs. Wearing a black dress and brown hair in a chignon, I recognise her as Janet. She doesn't seem phased at all by a crazed, naked madman hurtling towards her like this.

She clears her voice to speak to me. "Are you trying to hide?"

This is an utterly ordinary thing to her. "Uhh, yes?"

I want to ask how often he plays this game, but I'm in a hurry. She unlocks a door under the stairs, and I charge down idiotically in my blind panic. I hear her lock the door behind me, and instantly, I know I've been tricked again.

Rule two: Never accept help.

I spot a window in the corner, so I shove a couple of boxes and brush cobwebs out of the way. It gets stuck partway as I lift it, but I manage to squeeze through the gap and crawl out, finding myself in the garden. I decide to fetch my clothes to avoid the house for a bit and delay him from making me his filthy little bitch so soon. I jump over a fence and start to search around the bushes. Unfortunately, I run straight into Liam.

"Oh, for fuck sake," I mutter under my breath.

"What was that, Lover?" Immediately, I get on my knees, with my hands behind my head in a submissive stance. I look away, but he tilts my face up to look at him. "I knew you'd come here. Janet told me she had locked you in when I passed her, so I came straight outside to find you. I thought you'd escape through the window. She's so helpful sometimes."

He drags me over to the tree from last night and binds me to it, chest first this time, but with my arms in front, wrapping the rope around the tree. I don't know if I'll enjoy it as much as I did last night, but I remain mute, without complaint.

"I never realised trees could be so fun," Liam says gleefully.

A steady hand rests on my hip, and I'm entered with one lubed-up finger, then another. Unlike before, my body is less resistant, quickly becoming accustomed to the feeling of something inside me. Liam seems to have noticed this as well and starts sliding a third finger inside to explore. I gasp out, loving the sensation of being stretched further, and my erection presses into the tree.

"Mmm, Master..." I sigh.

"Do you like that, Lover? Does it feel good?"

I want to feel more of him inside me, for him to deeply fuck me with his hand. I don't think it'll happen just yet, but the thought of him invading my body so perversely is a massive turn-on. "More, please, Master," I beg.

"You want me to destroy your arse with my fist, Lover?" he chuckles whilst adding another digit. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"

"Yes! Please wreck me, Master. Make me your dirty slut and defile my arse," I cry out lustfully.

"I didn't realise you were this vulgar, Lover?" Liam growls in my ear.

"Ahh! Please fuck me, Master. I want you!"

He removes his fingers and then starts to fuck me, slamming against my arse. The bark is rough against my forearms and stomach, and it burns painfully, worse than in the rosy memories of last night. I grit my teeth, trying not to make too much noise, but I can't. My moans of pain and enjoyment echo through the woods as he rams me senseless.

I'm incredibly turned on and desperate for him to touch me more. If anyone is walking through these woods, they'll see us. The fact that we could be caught right now with him pounding me is thrilling, far more than yesterday in his hallway.

His other hand slides between me and the tree, and he grabs my cock. There's a massive rush as he fiercely runs his fist up and down, and I feel incredible as I release over his hand and against the tree in an almighty gush.

Liam's orgasm is only moments behind, and it's just as powerful as mine as I feel his body shudder and his cock throb, releasing a warmth within me. Both of us are breathing heavily, entirely spent, but he doesn't leave straight away and rests his head on my back, panting as his hand strokes down the side of my body, affectionately.

"I really, really like you," he whispers, repeating what he said earlier.

He then unties me from the tree, and I sink down, feeling overwhelmed, exhausted and broken. My skin burns agonisingly red. This may have been too much. I've loved every moment of it, but I need a break to rest without him.

Sensing that my mood is low, he helps me to my feet and wraps an arm around me. He picks up my jeans and underwear from the previous night, and we walk back slowly.

In the kitchen, he makes me a coffee and some toast, which I pick at reluctantly. I'm tired and want to sleep for an entire day, with food being the furthest thing from my mind.

"Are you okay, Matt? We'll spend the day in bed or watch a film," he asks softly, putting his arms around my shoulders in an unexpected embrace.

"You want to snuggle up?" I respond, irritable as I shrug him off. "You're just my Dom, not my boyfriend, remember? I don't need hugs from you."

He doesn't deserve the outburst, but I can't stand him getting my hopes up that we share a connection, before recinding his comment about me being his boyfriend earlier. It might be too soon, but I feel that this is him drawing a line between us, defining the terms of our arrangement to only be sexual. If that's the case, he shouldn't begin toying with my emotions by telling me he likes me first.

He grabs me firmly by the jaw and looks over my face. I make eye contact and stare at him defiantly, unwavering until he eventually lets go and turns his back to me. "This is sub drop. Also, stop pulling that brat behaviour. I will spank you so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week. Do I make myself clear? Now eat before I gag you and put you over my knee for disobedience."

I'm done here, and I shove my food away on the counter. "I'm going to head home if you've finished with me. Some of us have actually got to work tomorrow, and my dad is going to be mad if I'm not back soon."

He doesn't reply, so I get off the stool and turn my back on him as I dress. "I was serious when I asked you to work at my other club, Matt. How about if I order you to?"

My mouth drops. I thought he was only kidding with me to test my reaction. But I already hate how we belong to different worlds, and the last thing I need is this to feel transactional, as if I'm akin to a sex worker to him. We're not equals, and everything will be on his terms if he becomes my boss.

"Stripping for strangers doesn't seem like much fun to me, and I don't have to play along. I'd safe out instantly," I retort.

Liam is stupefied, as though no one has ever refused him something before. "Really? You'll say no to that? That's your limit?"

I sigh, then leave without another word and trudge down the driveway to my car. I know I'm overreacting. Still, I need to figure out what I want from this and decide whether it's worth continuing when I don't know what he wants either. Justin may have been right that the emotional toll may be too much, and I'm nervous about being hurt again.

Unfortunately, when I arrive home, both my dad's and brother's cars are on the driveway. My clothes are a mess and covered in dirt, which will raise a few eyebrows. The last thing I need is grief from my dad, who's still treating me like a young kid, and not a nineteen-year-old.

Quickly, I unlock the door and dash up the stairs straight to my bedroom. I pull on some clean clothes, then flop onto my bed. I'm not in the mood to do anything other than sleep. I've only met Liam, but he's already taking over my life and smothering me with his intensity when he sees me as nothing more than a playmate to tease. I've enjoyed being with him, but I don't think I'm ready for anything too demanding, regardless of how much I may like him.

I send him a text message on my phone telling him I'm busy with work for the next week and I'll see him at the weekend. I'll spend the rest of the week deciding what I'm looking for before deciding whether to end it. As attractive as he is, I need to be careful not to repeat all of my previous mistakes.