Revived (The Dungeon Black Duology 2)

Max let go with a rumble. “You can do better than that.”

Sean swallowed down some air. “Sorry, Sir.” That was close.

Max moved his slippery fingers lower and clutched Sean’s balls. Firmly, he kneaded them. “No apologies. Just do better. Now, where the fuck was I…”

Sean canted his hips. Max’s grip was kind of tight. And come to think of it, he sounded kind of pissy. But before Sean could think another second about it, Max slipped one finger lower, derailing Sean’s brain. Oh, God… That finger… stroking Sean’s taint while Max fondled him, rubbing back and forth so close to Sean’s door. He bit back a moan, eyes sliding closed.

Max, however, just got back to talking. “Most Doms like their subs meticulously groomed. Some Doms even give routine inspections.” That finger slid closer, then closer to Sean’s hole. Sean clenched instinctively. Max gave his nuts a squeeze. “Most also make their subs wear plugs out in public.”

Sean inhaled sharply—that squeeze almost hurt—then tried to wrap his brain around Max’s words. “Out in public?” Ah, damn. How fabulously kinky.

And something Sean wouldn’t mind trying. Maybe he would soon. Considering the theme of conversation, it sounded like Max was subtly trying to tell him something. Like maybe he’d decided to give it a go. To give Sean a chance at full-time subbing. Granted, he hadn’t exactly said it, was still using “Doms” as general references, but why else would he even be broaching the subject? Normally, Max dodged it like the fucking plague. Tonight he’d downright brought it up himself.

Yeah, there was no other logical explanation. Max was preparing Sean for twenty-four-seven life.

Sean’s insides beamed. It was hard to believe. Kind of felt too good to be true.

“Yeah.” Max’s grip eased. “You like that idea, don’t you. Want a butt plug up your ass in public, too.”

Sean grinned and opened his eyes. “Yes, Sir. I do—Uh!”

Max’s finger just pushed past his hole and sank deep. Sean clenched around the invasion. With all that lube, Max had slid right in, no problem.

Max smirked. “Yeah, of course you do. ‘Cause you’re a dirty little slut.” He gave the thing a lazy pump.

Sean moaned. “Yes, Sir. I am.”

“And needy,” Max muttered. He pulled out and pushed back in. “Always so needy. It’s shameless.”

Sean grunted a little, then flat-out grinned. Max might be feeling pissy, but his hot little compliments made up for it. Max rumbled and withdrew again, then sank in once more. Then repeated the action again and again. Shit, yeah. The feel of Max delving through his ring, pushing it open every time. Instinctively, Sean bore down, allowing even easier entrance.

In—Out—In—Out—

Such a hot steady pace. Creating the most erotically-soft, sensuous noises. Wet, fleshy plunges. Juicy, sucking retreats. Inebriating Sean with a cocktail of sensation and sound. Making him crave—no, need—even more. He rocked his hips, trying to grip that wicked piston.

Max chuckled darkly. “So fucking greedy.”

Sean groaned. “Feel so good… Please, Sir… Please more.”

Max stopped, pulled out, and smacked Sean’s ass. “Take what you’re given and be grateful.”

Sean gasped, then nodded.

Max slid back in, but this time his finger stayed put. Not still, though. Not at all. Deep inside, it stroked keenly. Up and down and all around Sean’s prostate. Sean sucked in and held it, that exquisite pressure building, so concentrated and potent inside his channel.

Oh, God—Oh, fuck—

He suddenly needed to come. To grab his dick and feverishly start jacking.

His hands fisted. His toes curled. His thigh muscles quaked. Then his G-spot started powerfully pulsing.

“Shit, Sir—Oh, shit—Ungh, fuck—Oh, God, please!”

Max growled. “Don’t do it. Don’t ask me for more.”

“Sh-Shit—S-S-Sorry—” Sean strained out, body undulating. He was coming in his ass again, just like he’d done in Max’s office. O’ing hard against Max’s merciless finger. His eyes rolled back. “Oh, f-f-fuck—” Max was strumming his prostate like a pro.

So much so, that a few seconds later, his G started peaking again. Holy shit. A second O before his first even finished? Sean braced for impact, but right before it hit, Max pulled out with an odd-sounding hiss.

Sean twitched on a curse and opened his eyes—then stilled at the look on Max’s face. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Max wasn’t just “in a mood.” Wasn’t even just pissy. He was tense. All over. Looked kind of pale, too. And definitely didn’t appear to be enjoying himself.

Sean panted. “Are you—okay?”

Max averted his gaze. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t—look fine—You look—upset.”

Max’s brows pinched. He shook his head. Closed his eyes. “I’m good.” Then he dug something free from his pocket. A long strip of cloth, black satin or something. He brought it to Sean’s eyes. “Lights out.”

“Oh… Uh… Okay.”

Unexpected, but whatever. Problem was, now Sean couldn’t see Max’s face. Couldn’t watch his expression, couldn’t look into his eyes. A sinking feeling stirred in Sean’s gut. What if that was the reason Max wanted him blindfolded? So he couldn’t steal glimpses. So they wouldn’t make eye contact. So Sean couldn’t see the emotions Max was unable to hide.