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)
“Shhhh, Sean. Relax. Remember what I told you.”
Sean’s throat muscles convulsed. His bound wrists twisted.
Max eased off slightly. Then went again.
“C’mon, baby. Relax. Breathe through your nose.”
Sean anxiously held Max’s eyes as he struggled to adjust. A dozen valiant tries later, his throat muscles started to loosen. Max could see in his gaze when it all finally clicked. A flicker of comprehension, then a flash of relief. Then the kindling fire of newfound pleasure.
Max grinned, admittedly impressed. Very few subs got the hang of it so quickly. Not that Max was vigorously skull-fucking him or anything. No one dodged the gagging for that. But he was banging Sean’s mouth at a pretty steady pace, tagging his throat every time. And holy mother of fuck, did it feel good. That warm tongue caressing the underside of his cock. Those throat muscles squeezing his crown.
Max groaned and plunged faster. And occasionally Sean still gagged. But like a good sub, he regrouped. Kept his lips loose, his jaw wide. Even as saliva dripped from his chin. The two stared raptly into each other’s eyes, Max once again getting pulled into Sean’s depths.
In—Out—In—Out— His hips on autopilot. Sean’s newest noises oh so fucking hot. All muffled, deep, and throaty. Resounding in punctuated bursts. Short and clipped, to the tune of Max’s thrusts.
Fuck—Felt so—good—So—motherfucking—good—
Max pulled halfway out. “Now,” he growled gutturally. “Now you have permission to suck my cock.”
Sean’s blue eyes flashed. Then just like that, his eager lips closed nice and tight. Up and down they glided, his head bobbing steadily, completely different sounds coming now. Continuous and low, and drenched with lust. And holy hell did his mouth feel incredible. Max’s jaw went slack. His breaths sped up. His fingertips flexed in Sean’s hair.
“Shit, yeah,” he breathed. “Such a hot little mouth. Sucking me off like a slut.”
Sean moaned as if Max’s words just stroked his cock.
Max’s lips curved. “You like that. Like being my personal whore.”
Sean nodded immediately, as best he could.
“Mine. Only mine.”
More nods. A second moan.
Max groaned. He could feel the pressure welling in his nuts. Could feel the pleasure strengthening in his shaft. Sean was good. Had skills. Max would give him that. But it was that look on his face that was stroking Max the hardest. Young, potent desire. So earnest and unveiled. Seeking ecstasy to give as well as to receive. Max could see it in Sean’s eyes. Max’s pleasure was getting him off. And now that knowledge was getting Max off, too.
Sean moved his head faster.
Aw, fuck. Felt so good. Max could come right now. But he wouldn’t. No way. That’d be bad form. In his dungeon, subs always came first. Not that Max came during scenes all that often. Because he didn’t. Only if his subs requested it in advance. For fantasies involving a genuine fetish. Like coming on their face, or “forcing” them to drink it. But never in a scene did he come for personal gratification. Rarely did he even have sex.
Tantalizing heat licked up his cock, then plummeted into his balls.
Max stiffened. Hissed. Quickly pulled out. Holding Sean at bay by his head.
“Fuck, cat,” he panted, putting away his cock. “Your mouth and I are gonna get along just fine.”
Sean’s laugh came out breathless. His eyes gleamed pure bliss. “Thank you, Sir. That was great. You can have my mouth any time.”
Max chuckled. “Oh, I will. That I can promise.” He palmed Sean’s cheek. “You did good, kid. Surprised me.” But then Sean surprised him again. When he closed his eyes and nuzzled Max’s hand. Max’s insides warmed instantly. He smiled. Stroked Sean’s cheek. His skin was so soft… Max’s lids grew heavy. His thumb dipped down. Traced Sean’s full lower lip. Sean exhaled slowly. Max relished the sound. Tender and soft. So sweet.
But then Sean peered up at him with his deep blue eyes. Instantly, Max broke from his trance. He stiffened. Blinked. Frowned. Quickly dropped his hand. What the fuck was he doing? That’s not how he gave his subs praise. And now certainly wasn’t the time to show affection. At least not on the level Max had just displayed. That shit came at the end. During aftercare. And that was it.
Max rubbed his nape, perplexed, and glanced away. “Okay… So… Time for lesson number two.” His gaze settled swiftly on an exam table to his left. He gestured to Sean as he headed over. “Come. Let’s get you strapped in.”
NINETEEN
Sean regarded the table warily. Which instantly had Max grinning. Inwardly, of course. Sean probably wouldn’t appreciate Max’s amusement at his expense. Sean rose to his feet and padded over, joining Max at their next destination.
“Hello again,” Max murmured.
Sean smiled. “Long time, no see.”
“Yes. Too long.” Max moved Sean to the foot of the table. A pull-out step sat waiting at its base.