By Restrained4U
The living room of the house was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of candles and the warm light from the fireplace. Alex knelt naked on the thick rug, heart racing with nervous excitement. His Sir, Marcus, stood before him, tall and utterly composed, radiating the kind of calm dominance that made Alex’s skin tingle without a single word.
Marcus was dressed for control. Tight, black leather pants hugged every line of his powerful thighs and calves, the supple material stretched taut across his hips and groin, outlining the thick, unmistakable bulge of his manhood with deliberate, unapologetic clarity. Each subtle shift of his weight made the leather creak softly, a low reminder of the power contained beneath. Polished leather patrol boots rose to mid-calf, heavy soles planted wide and sure on the hardwood floor, the kind of boots that announced every step long before he arrived. Across his broad, bare chest ran a simple black leather harness, wide straps crossing over his pecs and buckling at the shoulders and sternum, framing the hard planes of muscle and the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the low waistband of his pants. The harness gleamed faintly in the firelight, accentuating the controlled strength of his torso and the way his arms hung relaxed yet ready at his sides.
