Max slowly grinned. “Okay. Why not. I just sent the invoice through anyway.”
Sean exhaled. Oh, thank fuck.
Max reached down and freed his cuffs, then stood up and strode back out of sight. Two seconds later, though, he was back with that armchair. The one Sean had been sitting in a few minutes ago. Max set it down to the left of his own seat. Sean carefully sat back up on his heels. The duster handle shifted. Sean inhaled sharply.
Max snickered. “Guess we’ll have to take that out. Shame, though. I’m really liking it.” Sean grinned. Max strode over and ruffled his hair. “Did I say you could smile? No. No, I didn’t. Now up on all fours. Let’s do this.” And just like that, the tail was gone, and Max was helping Sean onto his feet. His fingers wrapped firmly around Sean’s upper arm. “Come.” Max physically walked Sean over to the chair. “Sit,” he commanded.
Sean sat—and started leaking. Son of a bitch. How much oil did Max fill him with? Sean shifted awkwardly. Thank God the chair was leather because he was pretty fucking sure that oil stained.
Max gave him a look that said, “stay fucking put,” then turned and walked over to his worktable. He picked something up. Sean couldn’t see what. Looked like some kind of small hand tool. But what would he need a friggin’ tool for? Legs closed, cheeks clenched to slow the flow, Sean gripped his boner and anxiously stroked. Freaking hell, he needed to come so fucking bad.
Max headed back over and set the thing down, then motioned to Sean’s cock. “No. That’s mine.”
Good God, why the hell did Sean’s stomach just flip? He should want ownership of his own fucking dick. And yet, just the thought of Max claiming it as his made Sean’s blood pump hotter than ever. He released his cock.
“Good boy.” Max nodded. His lips curved lasciviously. “Now, to get you situated again.”
Sean blinked in surprise. “Situated? ... Again?”
“Mmhmm. Still gotta make those calls.”
Sean stared at him. Max was throwing some seriously naughty vibes. “Okay, Sir,” he chuckled. But even to Sean, he sounded wary. “How do you want me this time?”
“Hands behind the chair.”
Sean sat up straight and wound his arms around back. Max promptly connected his wrist cuffs. Two limbs officially out of commission. Max stood and sat down in his own leather chair, turning to face Sean directly. He wheeled his seat closer till their knees touched. Even through Max’s jeans, Sean still felt the tingles. The tingles of physical contact with his Dom—hopefully soon to be his man.
After all, Sean was pretty sure he’d been killin’ it so far. Hadn’t missed those pleased looks he’d elicited. Hell, Sean had even scored a couple of warm smiles. Max was into him. Sean knew he was. And by the end of this visit, he was going to prove it. Not with another subjective kiss, though. With something more. He just wasn’t sure what.
Max tapped Sean’s knee, snapping him from his thoughts. “Okay, cat. Now drape your legs over the armrests.”
Sean eyed the padded supports on either side of his chair, not happy about exposing his leaky ass. Up went one leg, and then the other. Cool air kissed him right where it counted.
“Good,” Max murmured, his hot gaze roaming. Along Sean’s spread thighs, over his junk, till finally Max noticed Sean’s mess. He smirked a little, but that was it, his thoughts seeming pretty involved elsewhere. “Hmm.” He leaned in and gripped Sean’s hips, then tugged his ass right to the edge.
Sean stiffened. Aw, shit, even more exposed. Max’s diabolical plan was unfolding.
Max grinned and rubbed his mouth. “Yeeaaah... Just like that.”
“If you say so.” Sean could feel the heat climbing up his neck. His hard-on, however, stayed nice and stiff. Because, yeah, this setup was kind of embarrassing, but it was also, well, kinkier than shit. Which Sean loved because that was Max just being Max. Staying real. Staying true. True to his nature. A nature Sean found utterly arousing.
Sean shifted against the back of his chair. Now that his torso was halfway down the seat, his underarms were propped atop the armrests. Not uncomfortable, per se, just that much more restricting.
Max eyed Sean’s legs where they draped over said supports. “Hmm. Yeah, definitely need to tie those down.” He pulled another drawer open and fished out some duct tape.
Sean’s eyes flared wide. His mouth dropped open next. “Duct tape, Sir?”
Max’s tone dipped. “Ohhh, yeah.”
Then just like that, both of Sean’s knees were trapped, too. Sean flexed his feet and wiggled his toes. Which quickly turned into a bad fucking idea. Max growled and manacled Sean’s ankle with his hand, then leaned in and suckled Sean’s big toe.
“Ah!” Sean jerked and quickly shook his head.
Max just grinned and tongued it some more.