Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 141810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 709(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 709(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
“Alright, Sean. Here we go. Let the training commence.”
Sean’s fingers balled as Max started pumping steadily. Oh, yeah. Non-resistance along a slick, rigid shaft. Gotta love lube. Just gotta fucking love it. Sean moaned, still holding Max’s gaze. That’d get tough to maintain soon, though. Sean had been so hard to begin with, getting him going wouldn’t take long. And then those eyes would be fighting to roll back, instead of staring fixedly at Max.
Although, to be fair, Max was watching him pretty intently, too. He loved this part of domination. Seeing the effect he had on his subs. In their body language, on their faces, when they could no longer veil their emotions. And none ever could while barreling toward orgasm. Which Max nearly had Sean doing now, if his jumping abs were any indication. Or his flushed face. Or those rapid breaths. Or—Yup, there went his eyeballs. Rolling back inside his head as his wrists twisted and his fingers balled tighter. Honestly, nearly every single part of Sean’s body was starting to show the signs. One of the biggest was Sean’s swiftly firming balls, lifting with purpose toward his dick. Time to give the kid a little breather.
Max slowed to a stop.
Sean opened his eyes, panting. “Sorry, Sir, sorry—I meant—I meant to tell you.”
Max gently gripped the top of Sean’s sac and eased his balls back down. Nuts had to be high, all snug against the cock, for a guy to be able to come. Something Sean wasn’t allowed to do just yet.
“S’okay. Takes practice. But I am going to help.” He reached for his basket and grabbed out a gunny sack. A small one, made of crushed black velvet. “These…” Max pulled the drawstring and shoved his hand inside. “…are nothing more than little plastic clothespins.” He pulled out a fistful and showed one to Sean. “Their grip isn’t as harsh as their larger counterparts, so they’re good for beginners. Not as painful.” Sean eyed them tentatively. Max offered a smile. “Don’t worry. They’re just a diversion. Shit, you’ll probably love them.”
Sean’s gaze lit back up.
Max inwardly smirked. Didn’t take much to shift Sean’s mindset. Nervous to excited with one simple vote of confidence. Something Sean typically didn’t need. Max loved how self-assured the kid always was. It was attractive as fuck because it demanded respect. A trait Max revered down to his bones.
He made his way over to stand at Sean’s side, then rubbed his hand over Sean’s pec. Firm. Smooth. The perfect shade of tan. He thumbed Sean’s nipple. Got the tiny thing hard. Then he tugged at it, squeezed it, rolled it with thumb and index. Sean watched him, lids hooded, lips absently parted.
Till Max swapped out his fingers for a clothespin.
Then Sean’s eyes were all kinds of alert, with a hiss slipping past those parted lips. Maybe ’cause Max clamped his entire nipple. Got his whole areola and everything. Max did that for a reason, though. He liked the tip exposed. Peeking out from the clothespin as it laid on its side, resting atop Sean’s hot little pec. That way Max could mess with it as it grew more sensitive. Always elicited such decadent reactions. Sharp, startled intakes. Stifled curses. But the wide-eyed shocked expressions were Max’s favorite.
He moved to Sean’s other side and repeated the motion.
Sean winced. Glanced at his nipple. “Shit, that thing’s… snug.”
“Mmhmm. You like?”
“Uh… I think so. Jury’s still out.”
“Ah.” Max returned to between Sean’s thighs. “I think you’ll have your answer very soon.”
Sean shifted atop the table. Winced again, too.
Max reclaimed his cock and got back to business. Sean moaned and rocked his hips, holding Max’s stare. God, that look in his eyes was exquisite. So needy and eager. Making Max feel drunk. Making his cock swell stiffer in his pants. How badly he’d love to shove it back in Sean’s mouth. Max moved a little faster. Sean clenched his jaw tight. And when that telltale sign in his nuts returned, Max once again stopped and eased them down.
He also had some more fun with his little black clothespins. Staying where he was, Max pinched the skin of Sean’s groin. Not hard, just needed to give his clamps something to grip on to.
Sean’s eyes shot down. “Oh, Jesus,” he breathed.
Max clipped one to the left of his junk.
Sean winced again, watching raptly.
Another on his left, then one more time, leaving three pins in a line up the side of Sean’s cock, with roughly an inch between them.
“Now on the right,” Max murmured.
“Ah, fuck.”
Max chuckled as he carefully clipped one on. “Would you rather I fiddle with your toes instead?”
Sean’s gaze flew up. He quickly shook his head. “No, Sir, no. No, I wouldn’t.”
“You sure?”
“Very sure, Sir. Very, very sure.”
“Alright then, two more.” Max had them on in seconds. “There. How’s that pressure in your nuts feeling now?”