Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
“Alright, little sub. Let’s see how well you kiss. Right there on the tip for your Dom.”
Max’s shackles shot up. His heart rate tore through the roof.
Goddamn it. Goddamn it. He pounded his forehead with his fist. No. I can’t do this. I fucking can’t.
The sound of soft kisses.
Max’s every cell reeled. Goddamn it! Why didn’t he turn off the mics?
“Mmm. Very nice. You’ve got beautiful lips. Now open them… Nice and wide… Yeah, just like that.” Kai’s hips pushed subtly forward. Sean’s bound body shifted.
Max grimaced and shook his head. He could feel his heart tearing.
“Yeah…” Kai purred. “So deep… Now suck.”
Wet, slurpy noises.
Max’s lungs straight-upseized, his brows pinched in urgent desperation.
No, baby. Please, no. Oh, God, baby. No.
“Fuck,” Kai growled. “Definitely not lacking here. You suck dick a lot, sub?”
Sean didn’t reply.
“What’s that, flower? I didn’t hear you.”
“Yesh, Shir.” Sean’s mouth sounded out-and-out stuffed.
Max shot back to his feet, breaths quickening, body rigid. Didn’t matter that he couldn’t see. He didn’t need eyes to do the math. Kai’s cock was in Sean’s goddamn fucking mouth.
“Mmm. I can tell.” Kai slowly moved his hips, lazy little surges, back and forth. “Max’s dick, I presume… Bet he loved this shit… These warm wet lips around his cock... Fuuuck,” he rumbled. “Tell me, Sean… Do you wish you were sucking his dick now… or mine?”
Max snarled, squeezing that thing in his hand until it hurt, then angrily threw it against the wall. What the fuck was Kai’s deal? What kind of game was he playing, pulling Max into the mix?
Max’s mind spun, his pulse like a snare drum in his ears, the need to storm in there and grab Sean riding him viciously. Goddamn it. He was losing it. Any second he was going to snap. Red tinted his vision, fury trying to take the helm, but the pain in his chest was just too much.
“It’s okay. You can say it.” Kai eased his hips backward. “Whose dick would you prefer, Sean? Mine or his?”
Silence lingered.
Max teetered on the verge of another meltdown.
An eternity later, Sean finally answered. “His.”
TWENTY-NINE
Sean braced, expecting his answer to bring a… actually, he wasn’t quite sure. A glare? Another slap? A full-bellied laugh? Truth be told, this whole session had been downright confusing. Kai was not what he’d expected. At all.
Where Sean foresaw smug confidence, Kai had shown consideration. Where Sean anticipated dark aggression, Kai showed restraint. He’d been kind more than kinky, exhibiting his dominance in measured amounts. He even seemed a tiny bit playful. But he was also very astute. Sean could see it in his gaze. Kai could read people in ways that others couldn’t.
It’d certainly explain how Kai surprised him earlier, when he’d discerned what was going on between him and Max—and how ultimately they’d used him as their pawn. Sean had seen the light bulb click, the understanding in his eyes. And yet, instead of seeming angry, Kai looked, well, kind of relieved. And then even a little amused. Which Sean had no idea what to make of. Not that he was complaining. He was just grateful that Kai wasn’t upset. Being tied up and in the hands of a big, pissed-off Dom just didn’t seem like a very good time.
Consequently, since Kai had connected the dots before their scene even started, their session thus far had felt off kilter. Something about being conscious of the fact that Kai was so aware just sort of put the playing field at a slant. Come to think of it, ever since Kai’s little discovery, his gaze held a hint of calculation.
What was he thinking? Sean had no fucking clue. The things Kai said, the things he did. It was like he had some hidden agenda. Payback? Maybe, but Sean didn’t think so. Wasn’t really picking up that vibe. All he knew was that half of the time, it felt like Kai had something up his sleeve.
Whatever. Sean was too stressed right now to figure out the eccentricities of Kai’s brain. Hell, he barely even knew the guy. Had no idea what made him tick. Or even more, what got his pervy rocks off.
Fortunately, he’d been going pretty easy on Sean so far. Meaning Kai had yet to really do anything substantial. Just some slaps to Sean’s cheek—which, by the way, were strangely hot—some wicked-evil nipple clamps, and a rubdown. On Sean’s completely covered cock. Even now, Sean still wasn’t naked. Hell, he’d done worse with boys in middle school. So, yeah, definitely nothing over the top.
Including what Kai was doing to him now. Weird, for sure. But over the top, no way. Maybe the guy had some strange finger fetish. Although, Sean had to admit, when Kai first asked him to kiss his finger, he kind of found the request a little charming. After all, the guy had said that he liked kisses, too. And Sean would rather kiss his finger than his lips.