Unearthed (The Dungeon Black Duology 1)

“But that tub.”

“No.”

“But, Sir—”

“No.”

“Come on.”

“Sean. Behave.”

Sean sighed with a frown.

Max ruffled his hair. “Chin up, cat. You still get to strip.”

Sean’s lips quirked. “Don’t I always.”

“Yes. You do. But enough about that. It’s time for presents.”

“Presents?” Sean eyed the bag in Max’s hand.

Max grinned and reached inside. “Yup. Two.”

Would Sean balk at the first one? Laugh? Turn red?

Max pulled it out, and what do you know, Sean reacted with all of the above.

“Is that… what I think it is?”

“A douche bulb? Yes.”

Sean laughed again, awkwardly. “Like… an enema?”

“Sort of. Similar concept, but on a much smaller scale.”

“And you want me to use it.”

“Yes.” Max handed it over. “In fact, it’s one of my requirements.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sean mumbled, studying the small box. “I remember now. On your website. Under hygiene.”

“Right. And honestly, most love using it. Removes the element of worry. Allows them to relax and have fun.”

Sean nodded a little. “Makes sense.”

“Yup. Now on to present two.”

He reached inside his bag.

Sean winced.

Max chuckled. “Don’t worry. This you’ll love. I promise.”

He pulled it out.

Sean’s smile returned—fast. “A jockstrap?”

“Yup.” Max gave him that, too. “Black leather.”

Sean fingered the smooth material. “Shit. So hot.”

Not as hot as it was going to be once Sean donned it.

Max clapped him on the shoulder. “And you’ll be wearing it soon, right after you get out of the shower.”

“I think you should join me.”

Max thought he should as well.

Wait. No, he didn’t. But he’d definitely like to. So many fun possibilities.

Save it for the dungeon.

Max shook his head and strode out the door. “Of course you do. Now hurry the fuck up.”

TWENTY-FOUR

Sean wasn’t going to like this.

Max was sure of it.

Then again, part of Sean probably would. The part that lit up his eyes when Max got kinky. Or scandalous. Or downright devious. Tonight he’d be doing all three.

Standing in front of his mirror, Max fastened his leather pants, shoved his feet into their boots, then slid in his lip ring. Time to go Dom. To don his second skin. His clients would be there soon, but more importantly, Sean was almost done with his shower. Which meant it was almost time for Max to begin. And what he’d be doing required his full Dom presence. Not so much because the deeds were hardcore. Because they weren’t. In fact, most would be mild. Mainly, he wanted his Dom vibe pumping to avoid sending any mixed signals. They were in his bedroom, after all, which to Max changed nothing, but who knew how Sean might perceive it. To have Max getting sexual with him while wearing normal attire? In a normal room atop a normal fucking bed? Wouldn’t exactly emit a Dom/sub vibe. It could, however, end up fostering faulty readings.

The shower shut off in the bathroom next door.

Good. About time.

Max sprawled out on his mattress and linked his hands behind his head, then crossed his boots at the ankle. Sean had accepted his first gift rather well. Seemed to grasp its benefits pretty quickly. Which in and of it itself, hadn’t surprised Max. Sean was a bright kid. Had lots of sense. What it had done, though, was send a clear message. That it’d take more than enemas to scare Sean off. Not for one second had he contemplated folding. Max knew. Had watched him closely for signals. Which he’d seen, no question. In the form of flustered surprise. But of course, that turned swiftly to resolve. Max’s lips curved. His sub was a headstrong rock.

The bathroom door opened and Sean appeared, wearing nothing but that sweet little jockstrap. Max drank him in slowly, fighting back a growl. Goddamn, he looked good enough to eat.

Sean eyed him just as intently. “Nice wardrobe change, Sir.”

Max’s lids hooded. “My sentiments exactly.”

Sean smiled and walked over. Studied Max some more. “You certainly look comfortable. Want some company?”

If company means you on my cock.

Max held his tongue and climbed off the bed. “Nope. Got that coming at seven thirty.”

Sean’s smile faltered, but he forced it back up. “Bet your company at nine is way better.”

Max’s lips twitched. “Lie down. And give me your wrist.”

Sean nodded and eyed the bed… then stilled and looked at Max. Somebody just did a bit of math.

“You’re gonna tie me to your bed… and leave me that way.”

“Yup. I am.” Max clapped once. “Let’s do this.”

Sean chuckled, shook his head, raked his hand through wet hair. “Fuck. Okay. Good times.”

Climbing aboard Max’s nice big king, he settled on his back in the middle. Max snagged the nylon rope he’d left on the dresser and bound Sean’s wrist to his bedpost. He did the same with the other, then moved to Sean’s legs.

Sean watched him with a strange expression.

Max paused. “Something wrong? You look confused.”

“Oh. Um. Yeah. Was just kinda wondering… why you’re tying above my knees and not my ankles.”