Sean eyed the bed oddly. “Is this… what I think it is?”
“An exam table? Yeah. What else has fucking stirrups?”
“Uh... A horse’s saddle?”
Max smirked. “Get on the table.”
Sean grinned and climbed up, then sat his ass down.
“Good. Now stay put while I go grab a speculum.”
Sean stiffened, his spine going ramrod stiff. Wide, alarmed eyes shot to Max.
Max barked out a laugh. “Kidding. Relax.”
Sean exhaled, slumping, then fought back a grin. “That, Sir, was not very nice.”
Max snickered and spread Sean’s knees, then moved in close, reaching his arms around Sean’s body. “No. It wasn’t,” he softly rumbled. His hands found Sean’s wrists and deftly freed them. “Because I’m not a nice guy, Sean. Remember that.”
He stepped back.
Sean studied him, his blue eyes all shrewd. Finally, he shook his head. “Meh. Not buying it.”
“Of course you’re not.” Max walked to the head of the table. “You wear rose-colored glasses, so how could you?”
Sean laughed. “I do not.”
“You do. Now lay down.”
Sean obeyed without hesitation, settling atop the table’s inclined back half. “Hmm. Surprisingly comfortable.”
“Mmhmm. Give me your wrist.”
“Again?”
“Again.”
Sean handed one over. Max secured it to a corner, then repeated the same with wrist two. He returned to between Sean’s legs and took hold of Sean’s knee, feeling Sean’s eyes on him the whole time. He draped Sean’s bent leg into its stirrup and buckled it secure but not too tight.
Sean’s next comment was quieter. Low and husky. “You like restraining people. Making them defenseless.”
“Yeah. I do.” Max reached for Sean’s other knee.
“I can tell… By the look in your eyes.”
Max paused and met Sean’s stare. “You an eye reader now?”
Sean grinned. “No, Sir.”
Thank fuck for that.
“Good. Let’s begin.” Max yanked Sean’s ass to the edge of the table. Sean grinned again, appearing to like Max’s roughness. Max grinned too and palmed the front of Sean’s knees, then slowly slid his hands down Sean’s thighs. He paused at the bottom, but only for a second before slipping his hands into the leg holes of Sean’s bikini. Sean sucked in a breath, his smile quickly fading, his expression turning serious, aroused.
Not that he hadn’t been aroused before now. He was already sporting a boner when Max first walked in the room. Which was awesome. Showed he’d definitely been anticipating Max’s arrival. And the hour of sordid fun they’d be having together.
Hands splayed, Max circled the base of Sean’s junk with the L of his thumbs and forefingers. Damn. His nuts were warm. And soft. With good weight. And motherfuck, his dick was rock hard.
Sean shifted against his hold. Swallowed. Licked his lips. “So this table... with your subs… Do you really pretend you’re a doctor?”
Max’s lips curved. “I do.”
“So… you’re not a doctor, just play one in your dungeon.”
Max chuckled. “Yeah.” Then he frowned. “Now be quiet. This isn’t a fucking talk show.”
Sean sighed and went silent.
Max moved shit along, unsnapping Sean’s bikini next. Right side first, then on to the left. He peeled the leather back and let it hang off the table, the half under Sean’s ass keeping it from falling. Sean shivered, as if the air hitting his package was cold. Something Max could remedy no problem. With one hand, he encaged Sean’s smooth-shaven balls. With his other, he gripped Sean’s beautiful cock.
“Okay, Sean,” he began, starting a slow pump. “Learning to delay an orgasm takes time. No one can do it on their very first try. It’s something a sub has to practice with his Dom. I’ll help you build your endurance, and I won’t push you further than you can go. But I’m still learning you, Sean. Each person’s different. So during these beginning stages, it’s important to voice when you’re almost at the brink of coming. Think you can do that?”
Sean nodded.
“Good.” But then Max paused and glanced to his left. “Hmm. Forgot the tunes. Be right back.”
He strode to a small black wireless music system sitting on a tiny little shelf. Music rose to life not five seconds later. “Pain” by Three Days Grace. Max eased the volume to low. He wanted to add to the experience, not distract from it.
Heading back, he pit-stopped at his chest of drawers and snagged up a couple necessities. Lube, of course, and some other fun stuff. Loading them into a small mesh basket, he returned to his helpless captive.
“There. Much better.” He set his stuff on a pull-out side tray.
Sean watched him. Max watched him back. Why not. It’d become tradition. No talking. No smiling. Just a leisurely little stare. Like their eyeballs were checking in with each other, touching base. Which was just plain weird, but whatever, Max liked it. Just one more reason to look at the guy.
Sean was quickly becoming Max’s favorite flavor eye candy.
Max grabbed his lube and flipped it open, then poured a little puddle in his hand. Rubbing his palms together, he grabbed Sean’s cock and gave it a brisk, firm pump. Sean’s midnight blues flickered as he sucked in a breath. Max saw this because he’d yet to look away. He could do this shit all fucking day.