**Exploring Boundaries**

As the days went by, James and Regulus's secret meetings became more frequent. They would meet in hidden corners of the city, their encounters always brief, but intense. Regulus had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. He couldn't explain why, but being around James made him feel like he was home. Their meetings were always carefully planned, with James dictating the terms. He would text Regulus, telling him where and when to meet, and Regulus would obey. It was a thrill, a rush of adrenaline, to be summoned by James. One evening, James instructed Regulus to meet him in an abandoned alleyway. Regulus arrived, his heart pounding in his chest. James was already there, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Take off your clothes," James ordered, his voice low and husky. Regulus hesitated, but James's gaze was insistent. He slowly began to undress, his clothes falling to the ground. James watched, his eyes never leaving Regulus's face. As Regulus stood naked, James approached him. He reached out, his hand brushing against Regulus's skin, sending shivers down his spine. "You're beautiful," James said, his voice filled with admiration. Regulus blushed, feeling a surge of pride. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. James's hand wandered, touching Regulus's curves, exploring his body. Regulus moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "What's your limit?" James asked, his voice low and teasing. Regulus hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He had never really thought about it before. "I don't know," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. James's eyes crinkled at the corners. "We'll explore that together," he said, his voice filled with promise. As they stood there, James's hand on Regulus's skin, Regulus felt a sense of trust wash over him. He knew that he was in James's hands, and that he would be taken care of. Their code of conduct was simple: James would always be in control, and Regulus would submit. It was a thrill, a rush of adrenaline, to surrender to James's desires. As they continued to explore each other's boundaries, Regulus began to realize that he had a deep-seated desire to be controlled. He wanted James to take charge, to dictate their encounters. James, on the other hand, seemed to revel in his dominance. He would give orders, his voice low and husky, and Regulus would obey. Their secret meetings became more frequent, more intense. Regulus felt like he was living two lives: his public life, where he was a normal person, and his private life, where he was James's submissive. As the days turned into weeks, Regulus began to crave James's attention. He would text James, asking to meet, and James would respond, his messages always brief, but tantalizing. Regulus was addicted to James, to the thrill of their encounters, to the rush of adrenaline that came with surrendering to James's desires. And James, well, James seemed to be enjoying the ride, enjoying the power, the control, and the submission. He would push Regulus's limits, testing him, exploring him, and Regulus would submit, eagerly, willingly. Their relationship was complex, intense, and all-consuming. Regulus knew that he was in over his head, but he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to James, like a moth to a flame, and he knew that he would do anything to be with him.