Scott groaned and scrubbed his face. “Fine. I’ll ask him.”
Max grinned and clapped Scott’s shoulder. “Thanks. I owe you one. Now get your ass in the shower. I’ll need you both back here in less than thirty.”
* * * * *
Sean roused from oblivion, unsure how long he’d been orbiting the Earth. The scene he’d just done with Max had been the most intense session to date, in so many more ways than one.
It’d been held in “the demonstration room,” a part of the dungeon he’d never been in before, equipped with a huge two-way mirror on one wall. A mirror that, from what Max said, had an “observation room” on the other side. A notion Sean had found downright unsettling. Probably because when they’d first walked in, Max had yet to fill him in on his plans. Suffice to say, the two-way had been quite the shocker. Sean had slammed on the brakes and outright balked, doing the initial math. Which not only got Max laughing but also promptly elaborating on the most prominent element of the night’s agenda.
Aka the part involving a fucking audience.
Sean’s heart had gone berserk. All blood had drained from his head. Because while modeling naked for others was one thing, getting sexually taken apart in front of them was very much another. That shit was private. Personal. Intimate. Something no one else had any business seeing. He hadn’t signed up to star in fucking porn. He came to Max to lose himself, body and soul. An experience he wanted in no shape or form to share with fucking strangers.
Ultimately, though, after Max had explained his motives, that as a Dom it was his job to push his subs’ boundaries, Sean had decided to give it a go, to keep his mind open. He trusted Max, after all, not to do him wrong. And chances were he’d take him on the ride of his life. But besides all that, he wanted to prove that he had it in him. Prove to Max, and himself.
Of course, it hadn’t hurt that he knew who one of the viewers was. Max’s roommate, Scott, whom Sean liked a lot. He was cool. Not a dick. Exuded nice-guy vibes. Which gave Sean a little bit of comfort. Because not only was he confident that Scott wouldn’t mock him later, but that the companion he was said to be with was of similar character.
Max had certainly given them a show while rocking the shit out of Sean’s world. And to think he’d been so sure that their session last week was unbeatable. When Max strapped him to his spanking bench and rocketed him to some other form of existence. To a place Sean had as yet only skirted.
Again and again, Max had helped guide his focus. With his words. With his touch. Directing the craziness to Sean’s cock. Over and over until it all finally clicked. And once it had, Holy mother of ecstasy, Sean embraced that shit and let it rocket him away.
And what a mind-blowing climax it’d been. He’d literally passed the fuck out. Not from pain, though, or anything he should’ve used his safe word for. He’d merely shorted-out from too much ecstasy.
And yet, tonight, Max still managed to raise the bar. When he’d secured Sean into a pillory atop a rotating platform, then used every device under the sun to drive him wild. Plugs and crops, paddles and tiny pinwheels. Even a wicked little ointment that drove Sean wild. He’d driven Sean relentlessly higher and higher and until Sean was sure his whole damn body was going to explode. Which he supposed it kind of did, depending on the way one looked at it. Subspace was definitely an explosive endgame.
Eyes still not open yet, Sean shifted as he roused, firm warmth wrapped around his body the first thing he registered. Then his achy muscles and nipples. Then the dull burn on his ass from Max’s crop. Not to mention, the low-key sting at his backdoor. Totally understandable; Max had fucked him long and hard.
Sean exhaled a happy sigh and lifted his lashes, loving this special time of glorious aftercare. A face came into focus. The gorgeous face of his fallen angel. An angel, as it were, whose eyes were lined in kohl, the most erotic thing Sean had witnessed in ages. Hell, when he’d first gotten a look at them earlier, the sight had given him pause… and then a boner. It never ceased to amaze him how Max managed to push buttons that Sean never even knew he possessed.
Max smiled. “Welcome back.”
Sean smiled, too. “Thanks.”
Max pulled him closer. Huh. He was sitting in Max’s lap.
His lips twitched tiredly.
Max stroked his cheek, his timbre like smooth, melted chocolate. “That’s two times now that you’ve passed out on me. You plan on making this a tradition?”