Unearthed (The Dungeon Black Duology 1)

His hips rocked upward of their own volition. Sean groaned at the sensations it elicited. God, and he’d thought they’d been intense at the start, with those four initial inflates Max had given him. But later, when Max stopped in and gave him four more, Sean damn near lost his composure. Granted, that bulb pump was kind of small and couldn’t really move much air, but Sean had still felt each squeeze bigger than shit, even though Max assured him he’d adjusted. Which Sean supposed he must have, because four more pumps at the start would’ve definitely sent him scrambling. Guess Max knew what he was doing. And really wanted to see Sean trained.

A thought that—for the hundredth time in ninety minutes—had Sean wondering what Max planned for them tonight. Hell, he was losing his mind with the need to know, the growing anticipation all but fucking killing him. Which Sean had no doubt was half of Max’s motive for keeping him tied to his bed. Left with nothing to do but think. In a setting that pretty much dictated what he thought about.

All things freaking Max.

Someone Sean thought about too much as it was. Who knew crushing could be so consuming? Monopolizing so much of his brain. Not that he minded. He liked thinking about Max. Thinking about Max made him smile. It also made his heart pump a little bit faster. And his stomach dance. And his dick get really hard.

The shower shut off a minute later. Five more minutes after that and Max emerged. Wearing nothing but a snug pair of leathers. Must’ve dried off good to have gotten into those. Sean drank him in, seriously loving the damp look. How Max’s towel-dried mane looked endearingly haphazard, while the rest of him growled, Get down on your knees.

Sean was also seriously loving Max shirtless. His torso was amazing. Perfectly tanned. Lots of muscle in all the right places. And that tat, shit that tat, just below his navel? Even more erotic than Sean remembered. All those subtle swirls and sensual arcs. Fuck. He wanted to trace it with his tongue. Right after, that is, he licked those nipples. Nipples that were pierced, just like Sean suspected. Their current digs: tiny little rings. And just like the rest of him, those pierced nips were perfect. Perfect size, perfect color. All perfectly perky. Not too flat, not too pointy. God, just right…

Sean swallowed. Licked his lips. Tugged absently on his restraints.

Max grinned a little and toweled his ear. “You ready?”

“Shit, yes.” Sean tugged a bit harder. “So fucking ready, Sir. So ready.”

Max chuckled and moved to the foot of the bed. “Good,” he murmured, climbing onto the mattress. “’Cause it’s high time we gave your ass a break.”

“We?” Sean laughed.

Max shoved between his legs. “Yes. You and me. Hold your knees.”

Sean did as told, pulling them close, then sighed when that big plug deflated.

“Did good, caitín,” Max praised, pulling it free. “Took it like a brave little—Oh, shit yeah...”

Sean frowned, then jerked as Max sank a finger deep. Deep inside his hole with no resistance.

“Fuck. Such a sweet little snatch,” Max growled. “All ready and hungry for my dick.”

Sean moaned at the feeling, but also at the thought. Of Max fucking him. Sinking to the hilt again and again. Bodies so close. Mouths even closer. Anchored by Max’s long, rigid cock. But just as Sean opened his mouth to agree, Max pulled out his finger and climbed off.

“Let’s get you to the dungeon.” His voice sounded thicker. In seconds he’d freed both of Sean’s arms.

“Do we have to?” Sean smiled, rubbing his wrists. “Now that you’re back, I kinda like it here.”

Max paused in the middle of shoving on a boot, glanced at Sean, then stiffly resumed. “Yes. We have to. So take a nice last look, ‘cause you’ll never be in here again.”

TWENTY-FIVE

“On your knees, Sean,” Max murmured, his voice like velvet sex.

Sean thrummed in anticipation and sank to the floor, shifting into full-fledged sub mode. As soon as they’d reached the basement, Max had shared his plans for their scene, then instructed Sean to don his restraint cuffs. The cuffs Sean wore now as he kneeled on the concrete, waiting to begin their session.

His downcast eyes stared at Max’s boots, watching as they stepped in close. His heart pumped faster. His wrists fidgeted behind his back, fastened to one another like before.

Strong, warm fingers sank into his hair. “Do you agree to my plans, Sean?”

“Yes, Sir. I agree.”

“Do you relinquish all control?”

“I do.”

Max slid his touch downward, over Sean’s ear, along his jaw, then tapped Sean’s chin. “Eyes up.” Sean looked at him. Max smiled warmly. “Did you think I forgot about your gift?”

Sean blinked, half-hypnotized. By that smile. By that voice. “My gift?”

Max stared at him. Tilted his head. “Yes. Your gift. To me.”