Sean stilled against his fly, but didn’t speak.
“You have a problem with sucking dick?”
Sean shook his head. “No, Sir. It’s just... I already know how.”
“Of course you do. So does everyone. But I assure you, you don’t.” Max released one fistful of hair to pet Sean’s head. “When you’ve got it down pat, we’ll move on to the next. Orgasm control.”
Sean stilled again, then exhaled a needy sound. Max could feel the heat of Sean’s breath through his pants, the vibration making his dick thrum against Sean’s cheek. Already so hard. But that shit was unavoidable. Sean made the most incredible noises. Each one laced with nervous excitement. The epitome of music to Max’s soul.
“There are two basic kinds of orgasm control training. One conditions a sub to delay orgasm until permitted. That’s what we’ll be working on tonight. The second trains a sub to release on demand. But that’s a technique for advanced submissives. We’ll work on that concept down the road.”
Sean appeared to contemplate that.
Max pet him some more. “Do you know why a Dom teaches his sub to delay orgasm?”
“Control?” Sean murmured.
“Well, yes. That’s a given. Doms always want control, Sean. Always. It’s why he wants that control that matters. In this specific power exchange, the outcome is priceless. Why? Because there are very few things a sub can surrender that are more profoundly intimate than release. To have that kind of power, dictating exactly when another can come… It’s its own kind of high, Sean. Its own kind of rush. One you’re going to give me tonight.”
A soft, quiet moan rose to his ears.
Max pulled Sean’s head back, still fisting his hair. “Look at me, sub.”
Sean lifted his gaze.
“Are you okay with these plans?”
Sean nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you relinquish all control?”
Sean whispered, “I do.”
Max stared into his eyes, felt them reeling him in. Like a siren from the depths of the ocean. He blinked. Pursed his lips. Shoved Sean back against his crotch.
“Good. Let’s begin. Kiss my fly, Sean. Make me harder.”
Sean instantly obeyed, working zealously down Max’s length, each open-mouthed kiss gripping lightly at Max’s shaft. Max watched with hooded eyes. Tunneled his free hand back into Sean’s hair.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Now lick it, slut. Hard. I wanna feel your tongue right through my leathers.”
Again, Sean complied, lapping firmly at Max’s erection, making it strain against his fly. Max bit his lip, watching him. The kid looked ravenous. Downright impatient for his cock. And fuck, the feel of his tongue through Max’s pants…
Max growled. “You look hungry, Sean. Ready for my dick?”
“Shit, yeah,” Sean blurted. He froze and peered up. “Uh… I mean… Yes, Sir.”
A grin tugged at Max’s lips. “Ask for it politely.”
Sean hesitated. “Um… Please?”
Max smirked. Gave another small smack to Sean’s face. “I want a complete sentence.”
Sean fidgeted. His cheeks pinked. “May I please have… your dick?”
Max’s grin spread wider. He could tell that hadn’t been easy. But Sean clearly wasn’t letting his pride get in the way.
“Yes. You may.” Max released Sean’s hair and briskly unbuttoned his fly.
Sean’s big blue eyes watched as he tugged out his boner. Max swore their pupils dilated.
“Eyes on me, slut.”
Sean lifted his gaze.
Max’s heart pounded happily. “Open your mouth.”
Sean did, eyes still locked on Max’s face.
Max’s lids hooded lower. “Now offer me your tongue.”
Out slid that warm slice of heaven.
Max stared at the thing, all pink and wet, then set his crown square in the middle. Immediately, Sean tried to close his lips around it.
Max pulled back. “No, Sean. I do all the driving. And right now I want your mouth open.”
Sean eyed him oddly but resumed position.
Max’s insides purred. Obedience without question. Sean was turning into one sweet little submissive. Max fisted Sean’s hair again, then slid his cock back into position. “Mmm... So soft… and slick… and hot.”
Sean watched him intently.
Max sank his dick deeper. “Yeah… Shit, yeah… Open wider...”
Sean did. Max slid to the back of his throat. Sean gagged. Max pulled back some. Then did it again. Which of course brought the same reaction. Sean jerked back and coughed. Max allowed it. This once. When Sean was ready, they started again.
But Sean was going to need some instruction.
Max used both hands to palm Sean’s head. “You’ll be breathing through your nose, Sean, when I start going deep. You’ll also need to actively relax your throat.” He eased his cock inside again and subtly pumped his hips. “It’ll be nerve wracking at first, but just try to focus. Mind over matter. Understand?”
Sean nodded.
Max pumped deeper. Slow and steady. Gradually making his way to the back. Sean’s whole body tensed, as if bracing for the imminent. And honestly, he probably was. Max held his gaze and lodged his dick deep. Sean gagged instantaneously and tried to pull away. But Max held him in place.