He reached the cage and sank back down. Sean had changed positions. Was leaning against the bars, sitting on his ass not his heels. Well, part of his ass. Mostly his tailbone. Which made sense, since he still had that plug lodged inside. Not exactly comfortable to put pressure on. Sean’s knees were bent and a little bit spread. Between his thighs, he fiddled idly with his tail. Fiddled in the sense that he was using it like a fluffer, running it up his cock, around his balls.
Max watched as Sean played, unable to look away. The contrast of textures was just too captivating. All that soft golden fur. All that smooth tan flesh. Mingling with each other. Making Max crazy.
Sean murmured something quietly and moved the tail higher. Up his abs, past his chest, slowly, seductively, as if intentionally drawing Max’s focus to his face.
Max met his eyes.
Sean smiled. “I meditated.”
“Your Dom is pleased.”
“Really? Nice. Already paying off.”
Max chuckled and opened the cage, swiping the leash up off the floor. “Present me with your collar.” Sean emerged and bared his neck. Max attached the leash, then stood and stroked Sean’s head, petting him as he began to muse aloud. “So you’ve undergone training. Defeated a personal fear. Weathered invasive prepping. Accepted several punishments. Even endured your first bona fide flogging.” Max gazed down at Sean. “Do you know what that means?”
Sean shook his head no.
“Only one more thing left to address.”
“And what thing is that, Sir?”
Max smirked and tugged Sean’s leash. “Your dungeon master’s appetite for kink.”
* *
Sean’s heart tore back into a full-fledged race.
Straight-up, he was living a psychological thriller, packed with adventure and suspense. The sexual kind, of course, that made his whole body vibrate, that kept the goosebumps coming every other minute. Who knew anticipation could be so powerful. It made him weak in the knees, and evidently, the elbows also, because suddenly this crawling shit wasn’t so easy. Didn’t help that the whole fucking front of his body was still burning from that vigorous flogging.
Holy crap, Max had hided his naked ass good. That shit had hurt like hell. So much so that in the very beginning, Sean almost freaking threw in the towel. But then that fire in Max’s gaze caught his eye and, well, that was all she fucking wrote. Sean’s brain switched stations, and suddenly all he saw was the passion he was stoking in his Dom. Each hit no longer painful in the logical sense, but instead like mental strokes to his cock. Of course, Max’s husky growls rubbed him right, too. Next thing Sean knew, each stinging connect sliced white heat straight to his crotch.
Even now, the phenomenon sounded crazy as hell, but the reality of it still remained. As a matter of fact, when Sean croaked out that “yellow,” a part of him wasn’t even aware of it. The part that wanted to keep going forever. The mindless part. The part that had him flying high. Guess his rational side had still been grounded, though. The side that had ultimately won out. And considering the way Sean’s skin still ached, it was probably a good thing it had.
Not that the guy currently walking him on a leash wouldn’t have called it quits soon anyway. Hell, throughout the entire process, Max had taken regular breaks to stroke Sean off. Bringing him to the edge of violent orgasm before returning to the task at hand. And with each brief reprieve, it’d been clear in his eyes that he was carefully assessing Sean’s state. Deciding whether or not he was okay to continue. Gauging how much longer he could endure. In fact, Max hadn’t looked surprised at all when Sean had finally broken down and called yellow. Like he’d been planning on stopping anyway, whether Sean wanted him to or not.
Which, again, a part of Sean definitely hadn’t. But he’d needed to regardless. Was literally on the edge of disintegration. So close that even Max’s sensual stroking hadn’t been able to stabilize him.
And yet, Max’s kiss had…
Sean thrummed through-and-through. The kiss he’d never thought he’d experience again Max gave to him freely to calm him down. And man, had the effect been instantaneous. From the sheer surprise of it, sure. Absolutely. But mainly from the pure emotional bliss. Which in and of itself was a shocker to Sean, that a mere kiss could be so powerful. And yet, it wasn’t just any kiss that had brought him back to sanity. It’d been Max’s kiss.
Max’s. Kiss.
Realization hit.
Sean’s heart skipped a beat.
Oh, damn. This was so more than just a crush.
Max led Sean to his playroom’s farthest corner, where a full-sized mattress stood propped against the wall. Covered in black bedding, it was barely even noticeable, considering the walls were black, too.
Sean came to a stop, shaking off his thoughts, and waited as Max maneuvered it to the floor. Nudging it with his boot, he worked it into place, the head of the mattress pressing flush against the wall. Or rather, against the gunmetal headboard mounted to the wall. Sean eyed it, intrigued. It looked like Max had sawed off its legs, because now it sat flat on the floor. The perfect setup to bind wrists to its bars as a sub laid atop that black mattress.