Revived (The Dungeon Black Duology 2)

Max exhaled raggedly, slowing a little more. “How do these things sound, Sean? All these things that I’ve told you?”

Sean struggled for breath. “Awesome, Sir.”

“Any questions?”

“Just one.”

“Alright… Let’s hear it.”

Sean moaned, still so close. “You said you’ve never—full-time dommed before—But you know so much—How come?”

Max took his time responding, as if measuring his words. “I know Doms,” he finally murmured, grazing his thumb over Sean’s crown. “I’ve seen them with their subs. Watched them interact. Between that and all the stuff I’ve read, certain things just kinda… stuck with me.”

“Things you’d wanna do,” Sean panted, “if you dommed like that, too?”

Another pause. Another subtle little dip in Max’s voice. “Yeah… If I dommed like that, too.”

Translation: Things he wanted to do with Sean.

Sean’s insides did a celebratory round off backflip, his lips curving of their own happy accord. “You’ve got great taste, Sir—Would make a—stellar full-time Dom.”

Translation: Sean couldn’t wait to be his love slave.

But Max didn’t reply to his compliment at all. Just upped the pace of his fist on Sean’s cock, of his finger stroking deep inside Sean’s ass. Sean groaned in pure rapture, writhing helplessly in his restraints.

“Do you know,” Max eventually muttered, “why I told you these things? Why I tied you down and versed you with such specifics?”

Sean was back on the edge, right at the verge, overwhelmed by both sensation and emotion. “Yes, M-Maximus,” he stammered. “F-Fuck, yes. I know w-why.”

This was it. Sean could feel it. Max was about to show his hand. Was readying to tell Sean he’d decided to take him on. As his full-time lover. As his twenty-four-seven sub. Sean’s chest lit bright as he squirmed for control, wishing he could see Max’s face.

“Good,” Max rasped. “Does that mean you’re okay with it?”

Sean laughed through a shudder. “Shit, y-yeah, I’m o-okay with it—It’s what I’ve f-fucking wanted all along.”

This was happening. Holy shit. This was really freaking happening.

“Awesome,” Max ground out. Was he clenching his teeth? Sounded like he was forcing out the words. He sped up his teasing. Sean’s O readied to blow. “I’ll let Kai know first thing in the morning.”

Sean’s brain whirled abruptly.

What?... Kai?... What the fuck??

Confused, Sean tried to downshift, but his O was so close. “Wait—” he gasped. “Kai?— I don’t understand—” An ominous feeling rose quickly in his gut.

“Your new Dom, Sean,” Max uttered. Now his voice sounded dead. Ice fucking cold, like a corpse.

Sean’s heart skipped a beat. Then another. And another. “What?” he rasped anxiously. “I didn’t—hear you right—”

“Yes, Sean, you did.” Max kept on stroking.

No, he really didn’t.

Sean tried to slam on the brakes, but Max’s ministrations weren’t making it easy. Sean shook his head quickly. “N-No—No, I didn’t—Y-You’ve got me—too close—C-Can’t think.” Which was absolutely true, he was seconds away from coming.

“Kai,” Max repeated, “is going to be your new Dom.”

His new Dom? Sean’s chest seized. Up shot the emergency brake, slowing that orgasm fast. “W-What?” he sputtered, the word all but choking him. His heart went ballistic. “What are you talking about?”

Max emitted a dark, tense, gravelly sound. “I don’t have time for you.” Stroke-stroke. “For the shit that you want. But he does. Will even go full time.”

No, no, no. Max did not just fucking say that.

Sean shook his head harder, his insides imploding. “No. This is a joke. You don’t mean that. You don’t.”

A tight, humorless chuckle. “I assure you, I do.”

No. No way. No fucking way.

Sean jerked against the bars. Against Max’s touch. “No!—Stop touching me! I can’t—I need to—I can’t focus!”

Max paused but didn’t let go. “You’re focusing just fine. Nothing complicated about what I just said.”

Sean’s eyes blinked restlessly behind his blindfold. Kai? His new Dom? Nothing Max said was making sense. Again, he shook his head, unable to believe it. “You’re not giving me away, Max,” he croaked out. “You’re not. I’m your sub. Fucking yours. Not Kai’s.”

“Just for tonight. After that, Kai’s your man.”

Oh, God. He was serious. Sean could hear it in his voice. In that flat, unresponsive, resigned tone. Sean’s heart jackhammered wildly. Max had just disconnected. Thrown up the biggest wall he’d ever erected.

Sean tugged against his binds, his boner deflating fast. “Take off my blindfold.”

“Sean—”

“I want to see your face!”

Another dark utterance, then Sean’s vision was back—with a pair of dead emeralds staring back at him. Sean’s pulse pounded all the way up to his ears. He held Max’s cold stare. Winced and clenched his jaw. Because Max’s expression said it all. The towel was already thrown. Sean wasn’t going to win this. This battle he hadn’t known they were engaged in. The war was over.

“Say it to my face,” he forced himself to mutter. “Tell me you’re giving me away.”

Please don’t do this.

“I’m giving you away.”

Sean’s ribs squeezed tight. His brows pinched miserably. “Why? I don’t understand.”

“Because you want what I don’t have.”