Revived (The Dungeon Black Duology 2)

Sean listened quietly, his hand steadily moving.

“Some give writing assignments or instruct them to keep a journal. Some Doms keep their subs leashed at all times.” He paused to just watch Sean. Such a decadent sight. “Lick your palm again and keep going.”

Sean swallowed and gave a nod. Did as told and resumed. Not long after, his abs started clenching. Max’s dick bucked, but he forced himself to ignore it. Forced his mouth to get going again instead. Not that it wasn’t all white noise in his head. He might be able to divert his brain away from his cock, but his eyes were a whole other story. No way he could look away, redirect his attention, with his glorious a stór pleasuring himself.

After a few minutes, Sean didn’t look like he was registering Max’s words, either, going by those drunk eyes and parted lips. His thigh muscles twitched. His breaths turned shallow.

Max paused from his spiel. “You gonna come?”

Sean nodded restlessly.

“You better not. You know that shit’s not allowed.”

Sean’s brows pinched upward. His hand slowed.

“Keep going.”

“Yes, Sir.” Sean obeyed, but not long after, he started squirming hard against the cage. “Shit—Can I come, Sir?—Please, can I come?”

“Try to hold it.”

“Ungh—fuck.” Sean grimaced, squirming harder. A minute later, he clenched his jaw and gasped. “I can’t—Oh, fuck, Sir—Please, can I come?”

“No, but you can stop. Take a breather for a sec.”

Sean yanked his hand away before Max even finished speaking, groaning with a smile. “Thank you, Maximus.”

Max’s insides churned sickly. Very soon, Sean wouldn’t be thanking him. And he sure as hell wouldn’t be smiling. Max fought back the dread and reluctantly forged forward, digging out some lube from his pocket. A tiny bottle he’d gotten from his trip to the drawers, along with one more item he still hadn’t used. He shifted onto his knees and moved into Sean’s personal space.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” he muttered, bracing a hand beside Sean’s head.

Sean peered into his eyes, their faces barely a foot apart. “Why? Got something bigger I should wait to thank you for instead?”

Not exactly.

Max didn’t answer, just looked down as he tipped the lube, a thin drizzle landing square on Sean’s crown. Sean jerked and mumbled a curse. It trickled in rivulets down Sean’s shaft. Max watched it pool at Sean’s base, then watched it ease around his balls. Sean shifted against the bars as it seeped over his hole. Finally, it dripped down to the floor. Should be enough. Max capped the bottle and set it aside.

When he glanced back up, Sean was staring at him intently. Face flushed. Pupils dilated. Lips freshly licked. Goddamn. He looked good enough to eat. But instead of diving in, instead of ravishing his cat, Max took Sean’s free hand and secured its cuff, too. All arms and legs detained. Completely exposed. Completely vulnerable.

Or maybe Max should say, completely defenseless—emotionally, at least. To the punch he was about to deliver. Right to Sean’s ribs. Right to his heart. One that’d knock the wind right out of his lungs. Because tonight Max couldn’t do this shit half-assed, couldn’t be his usual standard-grade asshole. Not after Sean had expressed outside on the sidewalk that he knew something was wrong, that something was up. He’d just rationalize Max’s bastard behavior accordingly, just chalk it up to him having a bad week.

So, Max had to go above and beyond.

He tamped down a groan. Time to dump all emotion. No way he could do this shit otherwise. Make Sean hate him. Viciously. With a passion. Loathe to ever see him again.

He moved in closer... Swallowed... Closed his eyes.

Oh, Jesus God, please give him strength.

Then he drew in a breath and shut it down.

TWENTY-FOUR

Sean shivered, feeling drunk.

Max was stronger than vodka, intoxicating him mind, body, and soul.

Max reached for his junk, his other hand still braced beside Sean’s head. “Breather’s over, little slut.” His voice sounded subdued.

Warm fingers gripped Sean dick and stroked. Sean moaned. Oh, yeah. His lashes fluttered. Max’s hand felt so much better than his.

“Yeah, you love that. Love me pumping your cock.”

“Yes, Maximus. Shit, yes.”

“So fucking greedy.”

Pleasure surged fast, racing up and down Sean’s shaft. He fought not to squirm, but he’d already been so close. Just seconds from coming when Max granted him a break. Max moved his hand faster, staring coolly at Sean’s face. Sean’s thighs twitched. Warmer, tantalizing pressure mounted. Sean shifted against the bars again, trying to fight back the sensations. Max tightened his grip, included Sean’s crown a lot more.

Oh, God. Too good. Felt too fucking good!

Without warning, that pressure spiked. His junk lit up fast, his sac shooting up to his cock.

Sean gasped. “Oh, shit—Oh, fuck, Sir!—Can I come?”

Max slowed a little. “Hold it.”

Sean squirmed, abs contracting, pleasure teeming, nuts firming even harder. Sean clenched his teeth. “Ungh!—Please!—I can’t, Sir!—I’m gonna come!”