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)
He reached the bottom and strode to the door. Sean should be waiting on the other side. On his knees and wearing the article Max had left for him. Max’s heart pumped a little faster. He’d been waiting for this. Seven fucking days to be exact. All while having Sean stuck on the brain. Which had irritated Max as much as it’d entertained him. He had no business anticipating this night like he had. Sean was a paying client and nothing more.
Max nodded once. Lifted his chin.
He had this. No worries.
Because while Sean may be tempting, he was just a pretty face.
Perspective 101. End of.
Shoving open the door, Max sauntered inside, his eyes locking instantly on Sean. Sean, his pretty sub, sitting quietly on his heels, in the center of the room like Max instructed. He’d remembered to wear his wrist and ankle cuffs. He’d also donned Max’s little gift; a tiny black bikini—made of leather, of course—with studded metal snaps on each side.
Oh, fuck yeah.
Max drank down the sight. Sean didn’t look just good, he looked delicious. All down on his knees like a good little slut, waiting obediently for his master. Max didn’t say a word, just headed his way, the dull clap of his boots resounding. Off the concrete floor. Around the dim-lit space. Each footfall making Sean visibly tense.
Max stopped in front of him. Spoke his first words. “Hello, Sean. Nice to see you again.”
“Nice to see you, too, Sir.”
Sean’s eyes remained down. That pleased Max immensely. He hadn’t wanted to start disciplining right away.
“Did you miss me?”
“I did, Sir.”
“Think about me?”
“Every day.”
Max grinned. “Every day?”
Sean’s lips twitched. “Yes, Sir. Every single time I sat down.”
Max chuckled and ran his fingers through the top of Sean’s hair. Couldn’t resist. Loved the feel. So damn soft. “I thought about you, too, Sean.” Sean’s smile was immediate. “Especially while planning tonight’s scene.”
Sean stilled, then fidgeted, his nervous excitement palpable. It was also arousing as hell.
Max slid his fingers from Sean’s hair to his cheek, then lightly curled them under his chin. “Eyes up, sub. Wanna see your midnight blues.”
Sean lifted his head and met Max’s gaze.
“Shit, yeah,” Max murmured. “There they are.”
Sean smiled. “Nowhere else they’d rather be.”
Max’s lips curved. “On your face?”
Sean laughed. “On yours.”
“Mmm. I see. You think your Dom’s hot.”
“I think my Dom’s drop-dead gorgeous.”
Max lifted a brow. Grinned. “What a nice thing to say.” Then he gave Sean’s cheek a brisk little smack. “But no more talk. It’s time for your lessons.”
Sean blinked. “My lessons? Lessons for what?”
“All kinds of wicked depravities.”
“Depravities?”
“Mmm. The worst of the worst. But first I need to show you how to sit.”
“How to sit?”
“Yes. Jesus. Stop fucking repeating me. How I want you to wait for your Dom. I told you last week I’d show you specifically how.”
“Ah. Okay. I remember now.”
“Sh. No more talking.” Max stepped back and eyed him. “Stay sitting on your heels, but spread your knees wider.”
Sean did so immediately.
“Now grip your forearms behind your back.”
Again, Sean complied, staying quiet.
Max nodded once. “Good. Now bow your head and close your eyes.”
Sean did.
Max smiled. “Just like that. Fucking beautiful.”
Which of course made his sub smile, too.
Max strode around Sean leisurely, appreciating the view. “This is how I always want to find you waiting. Your gesture of trust. Your offering of submission. Showing me that you want this, need this, love this… and are willing to face hardships to get it.”
He stopped at Sean’s back, ran light fingers over his shoulders. Sean shivered. Max reached forward and traced Sean’s collarbone. “Each night, when I join you, regardless of what I do, don’t move a single muscle unless I say to. Not even to open your eyes, Sean. Not even to scratch an itch.” He slid his hands up the sides of Sean’s neck and nestled his thumbs under Sean’s lobes. “Understand? Any questions?”
Sean shivered again. “No, Sir.”
Max smiled and leaned over. Brushed his lips against Sean’s ear. “Then it looks like it’s time for the fun stuff.”
Sean exhaled a happy sound.
Max sank to his haunches. “Keep holding your forearms. Gonna hook your cuffs together real quick.”
Sean nodded and stayed put. Max reached for his belt loop, removing the couple ring clips he’d latched there earlier. In seconds, Sean’s wrists were securely connected, trapped behind his back and out of Max’s way. Max stood and walked back around. Sean’s eyes were still shut.
Max stepped nice and close. “Up on your knees.”
Sean rose off his heels but didn’t lift his gaze.
Max smiled and sank his hands back into Sean’s hair. “Tonight’s scene,” he began. “Like I said, involves lessons. Because you’re new, Sean. And new subs need training.” He tunneled his fingers deeper, then fisted Sean’s hair tight. Sean stifled a moan. Max tugged him close. Pressed his handsome face against Max’s crotch. “First lesson on the docket: how to suck my dick.”