Unearthed (The Dungeon Black Duology 1)

Sean groaned from the feel of Max’s fingers around his dick, but also from anxious expectation. Because clearly that cuff was used to delay orgasm. Which on one hand sounded fun, but it was Max at the helm, whom Sean had no doubt planned to work him over ruthlessly. It was written all over his face, flashing bright in his eyes. Max wasn’t going to let him off easy.

As if sensing Sean’s conflict, Max grinned and shook his head. “The wait’ll be worth it. You’ll see. Remember last time? You came so much harder. You loved it.”

Sean’s lids lowered instantly, recalling the moment, his hips moving absently against Max’s hand. Shit, yeah. That orgasm had been intense. Best one he’d ever fucking had.

Max stroked him a bit longer, then returned to his goodies and pulled out a little black bag.

Sean stiffened. Aw, crap. He remembered that bag. And the evil little clothespins inside it. “Ah...” He shifted nervously. “Those are for you this time, right?”

“No,” Max chuckled. “Not today.” He toyed with Sean’s nipples till they sang with pleasure, then carefully attached a small clamp to each.

Sean frowned at the things. So deceptively harmless looking. Even now it boggled his mind; how such a tiny apparatus could bring about such pain. Not in the beginning, of course. But certainly not long after. Hell, last time, when Max barely fucking flicked one, Sean nearly lost his ever-loving mind.

“Say thank you,” Max murmured.

Sean met his eyes. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” Max sat back and surveyed his progress. “Such a handsome sight, but now it’s time for phase two.”

Sean blinked. “Phase two?”

“Gotta amp up the kink.” Max gave Sean’s cat tail another teasing tug, then moved from between Sean’s legs and clutched his leash. “Gonna add some more bondage...” He settled by Sean’s head. “So things might get a little uncomfortable.”

Sean wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. “Uncomfortable,” he muttered, shifting uneasily. “That’s a pretty ambiguous description.”

“You’ll understand soon.” Max threaded the leash through the headboard, drawing it nice and taut. Not enough to choke Sean with his collar, but definitely enough to hold his head in place. Which still was a little disconcerting. But it was also one hell of a big, fat reminder that Sean was wholly and unequivocally helpless. And at the utter fucking mercy of another.

He peered up at Max, heart hammering in his chest.

Max paused and gazed back at him, then cupped his cheek. “You trust me still, don’t you?”

Sean searched his eyes… Smiled. “Yes, Sir. I do.” His tension eased instantly. “Thanks for reminding me.”

Max returned his smile. “You’re welcome.” He gave Sean’s cheek a little smack. “Now. On to testing just how limber you are.”

Sean tensed back up. “Whoa—What?” he laughed.

Max smirked. “You heard me. Now give me your knee. Gonna see how far my gymnast can bend.”

Sean blinked double-time. Chuckled again nervously. “Oh, my God.” But like a good little sub, obediently gave Max his leg.

Max eased it forward till Sean’s knee touched his shoulder, then continued bending Sean’s body up and over. Sean’s other leg followed naturally, till both shins touched down, settling atop the mattress above Sean’s head. Sean grunted, toes brushing the cool, metal headboard. Max clipped something to Sean’s ankle cuff and tightened the slack, then promptly did the same to the other. Sean shifted awkwardly, bent completely in half, his ass raised and pointed toward the ceiling.

Max double checked each bondage point. “Everything looks good.” He sat back and chuckled. “Make that amazing.”

Sean grinned, couldn’t help it, despite his predicament. Because, shit yeah, Max was ogling his body.

Max rumbled and returned to his original position, sitting on his heels between Sean’s knees, which now was technically behind Sean’s raised back. “This feel okay?” he asked, rubbing Sean’s hamstrings.

“Um…” Sean peered up at him, then started to laugh. “Actually, it feels totally ridiculous.”

“Not for long.” Max inched closer, till his knees touched Sean’s shoulder blades—because the rest of his back was off the mattress.

All embarrassment faded at his close proximity. Sean’s belly churned wild and hot.

Max’s green eyes hooded. He stroked Sean’s tail, then abruptly smacked him hard on his ass. Sean gasped. Max smiled and rubbed his cheek, kneading the sting with warm fingers. A second later, though, he was back on Sean’s tail, this time easing its plug in and out. Not all the way. Just slow, shallow pulls. The perfect amount to tease Sean’s defenseless ring.

Sean groaned a curse, rocking his upturned hips.

Max reached between Sean’s thighs and gripped his cock. “Gonna play now,” he murmured, all silky smooth. “Can’t fucking wait to get freaky with you.”

Sean smiled, feeling breathless, and just as horny as he was nervous. Whatever Max had planned, Sean had no doubt it’d end in fireworks. He could see it in Max’s eyes. He was about to take the plunge, down into the gutter, where the rules were all different. Where things like vanilla didn’t exist.