In truth, Max had been surprised that Sean had ascended to where he had. That typically didn’t happen for quite a few visits. And with a lot more active Dom guidance. Max hadn’t even mentioned subspace. Doubted highly that Sean even knew what it was. Which most likely meant he was naturally predisposed. Intrinsically programmed for the shit.
Hmm. Yet another strong submissive trait.
Max pocketed his whip again and walked back to Sean. Palmed his shoulders from behind and gave a squeeze. “You did it, Sean. Made it through your very first flogging. Bet you can’t wait to do it again.”
Sean chuckled weakly, his head falling forward, his blond hair brushing Max’s knuckles. He was trembling, his body glistening. A soft groan rose from his chest. Max smiled. Time for one last trip around the block.
Releasing Sean’s shoulders, he headed to the wall and hung his whip back on its hook. Then he strode to his chest, shoved half of a hand towel into his back pocket, and grabbed a bottle of lube. He glanced over his shoulder. Sean was staring at the ground. Eyes dazed. Lips parted. Still panting.
Max walked back over and lifted Sean’s chin. Sean met his gaze. Max smiled. “Ready to come?”
Sean’s blue eyes blazed. His lips quickly curved. “Yes, Sir. So fucking ready.”
Max’s grin spread wider. He glanced at Sean’s cock. Still rock hard. “Won’t take long.”
“No.” Sean shook his head, voice still breathless. “No way am I’m gonna last till thirty.”
Max popped open his lube and poured some into his hand. “Oh, I don’t know… I helped you before. Maybe I’ll help you now, too.”
Sean eyed the lube. “Okay. Do I count?”
“Nah. This time I want your full attention elsewhere.” Max dipped his middle finger’s tip into the puddle. Then he reached between Sean’s thighs, past his junk.
He found his mark.
Sean jerked with a start.
Max smirked and lifted a brow.
Sean’s midnight blues widened. Then he laughed and shook his head. “Wait, what? No.”
Max’s grin turned deviant. “Yes.”
Sean tried to shuffle backwards, but working with just his toes, wasn’t even remotely successful.
Max chuckled and gripped Sean’s bobbing cock. Pulled him close. Slid his lubed palm up Sean’s shaft.
Sean’s eyes rolled back. “Shit, Sir. Oh, fuck.”
Max’s own dick reeled.
Fucking beautiful.
Keeping his other hand palm-side-up, Max curled every finger but his middle around Sean’s sac. Then he got back to rubbing Sean’s hole. Still no penetration, though. He’d made a promise. But firmly enough to, again, keep Sean distracted. After all, this was it. When Sean came, they were done. And well… Max didn’t want it to end. Which in hindsight probably wasn’t a good sign, either. He’d never been reluctant to wrap shit up.
Fuck it. Whatever. Sean was his new, shiny toy. That had to be all it was. No big.
Sean shifted and moaned as Max fingered and stroked him. And for a few minutes, Max allowed himself the pleasure of just watching him. Watching Sean’s face with his lids blissfully closed, when Max typically made his subs retain eye contact. Sean’s expression was just too decadent to disturb. Too captivatingly delish to disrupt. The way his brows pinched tight as Max jacked him off? The way his sculpted jaw fell partially open. Made Max want to lean in and bite his lip. He wouldn’t, though, because he’d probably end up kissing him. Something Max felt the urge to do surprisingly often. Yet another impulse that wasn’t normal.
And most likely another bad sign.
Max frowned. He’d been hoping his little issue with Sean would subside. It hadn’t, though. Not yet, at least. Goddamn it. Guess he’d better stop indulging himself.
Irritably, he clenched his jaw. “Look at me, Sean.”
Sean peeled his eyes open.
Max glared and gripped him tighter. Stroked his slick cock faster.
Sean sucked in a breath, even as he frowned. Must’ve picked up on Max mood.
Max’s lids lowered coolly. “You like that, slut? How I jack you off? How I play with your hole?”
Sean nodded quickly. “Yes, Sir,” he hitched.
“Yeah. I can tell. Ready to come for me?”
“Yes, Sir. God, yes. So fucking ready.”
“Hmm. That’s too bad.” Max stopped. “’Cause I’m not.”
Sean winced. Squirmed. “Please. I’m so fucking close.”
Max narrowed his eyes. “You telling me how to do my job?”
Sean shook his head. “No, Sir. It’s just…”
“It’s just what.” Max canted his head. “Don’t like being on the edge?”
Sean made a pained face.
“Hmm. Maybe I can help.” Pulling his hand from between Sean’s legs, Max gave his sub’s ass a sharp smack.
“Fuck!” Sean shouted, his body going rigid.
“That better?” Max grinned.
Sean laughed. “No. It’s not.”
“Hmm. Then maybe another.”
SMACK!
“Ah! Son of a bitch!”
Max’s grin spread wider.
Sean shifted anxiously, shot Max a glare, but couldn’t hold back his smile.
Max chuckled. “You liked that?”
“Not really, Sir. That shit hurt.”
Max lifted a brow. “But?”
“But it distracted my dick, so…”
Max smirked and gave Sean’s ass a squeeze. “See? Your Dom helped. What do you say?”