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)
But why? Made no sense.
Unless Max was planning to surprise him with something and didn’t want his expression giving it away. But what kind of surprise would make him look so tense? Something connected to this twenty-four-seven thing? Didn’t feel very Max-like, but then, neither did this night. Or the last couple of weeks for that matter.
Warm fingers curled back around Sean’s cock. Then those warm fingers gripped tight and started stroking. Sean moaned before he could stop himself, his brain jolting back to incoherent. Max’s closeness, Max’s touch, they turned Sean to putty. Made everything else cease to matter.
Max set a steady pace and clutched Sean’s sac, too. “Tonight I’ve given you a picture, Sean, of some of the tougher aspects to sub life. But the positive aspects of being owned are just as numerous.” He stroked a little faster, tugging gently on Sean’s balls. His voice dipped an octave and went kind of tight. “So many ways Doms show their devotion.”
Sean moaned and licked his lips, Max’s fingers jumbling his focus, the fire Max was stoking quickly strengthening. Sean shifted against the bars, rocked his hips into Max’s hand.
“Subs are always kept safe to the best of their Doms’ ability, regardless of whether they’re together or apart. Cash and phones for emergencies. Car maintenance and shit.” Max moved his thumb lower, stroked Sean’s taint as he fondled him. His vocals dipped lower, sounded a little softer. “Doms give their subs gifts, special items to show love. Reward them every day with scandalous pleasure.”
Sean shivered at his words. At his touch. At his everything. “Kinda like now? Am I being rewarded?”
A subtle pause.
“Don’t speak, a stór. I haven’t addressed you.”
In the recesses of Sean’s mind, another little flag waved. Max’s timbre sounded thick, but not necessarily from lust. But that was the extent of what Sean could discern. The pressure in his groin was climbing too fast. Unraveling his ability to think.
“Doms love to pamper their subs,” Max quietly intoned, slowing to give special attention to Sean’s crown. “Will wash them head to toe in the shower, or in the bath. Will brush their hair. Massage them. Read to them. Even… snuggle.”
Sean twitched at the feel of Max toying with his glans, his fingertips gently gripping, tracing its contours. But the things Max was relaying were really working him up, too. Sean couldn’t wait to experience that kind of thing with Max. The snuggling alone would be gold.
Emotion crept into the core of his arousal, stoking his need that much faster. To have Max that way, to engage him so intimately. And now, nearly certain that it was actually going to happen? Sean’s everything thrummed, from Max’s skillful touch, but also from his own imagination. All the times they would share together, all the moments to look forward to.
Max cleared his throat stiffly and got back to stroking. Up and down Sean’s cock, back and forth along his taint. “They’ll hand-feed their subs, praise them and pet them. Defend their honor to any who’d disrespect them.”
Sean shivered, licks of heaven teasing his tailbone and junk, as he remembered Max coming to his rescue at the club. When Jack the Groper wouldn’t back the fuck off, Max had been there a second later to save Sean’s ass. Literally.
Max released Sean’s nuts and slipped a finger through his hole. Sean gasped, pleasure spiking. Oh, God. He was getting close. His heart raced faster. His breaths quickened, too. Even his toes got back to curling tight.
Max rumbled, but the husky vibration sounded… pained. Problem was, with the way Max was working Sean’s whole package… Sean could barely make a mental note, let alone hold on to it.
“Doms love to teach their subs,” Max rasped. “To fulfill their fantasies. Tons buy them hot little get-ups.”
Huh. Sounded familiar.
Sean smiled as he panted. “You mean—like the ones—you buy me?”
No reply, just fingers and hands on Sean’s body. Then finally, Max cleared his throat again. “Yeah... Like those.”
A moan shoved up Sean’s throat from both physical and emotional bliss. Originating in his crotch, then powering through his chest, gaining strength and speed from Sean’s happiness. Happiness at the realization that, all this time, Max had already been treating Sean like his own. At least on some level, which was good enough for Sean. He couldn’t wait for Max to enact it wholeheartedly.
Sean squirmed against the bars, all this stimuli unraveling him. But no way was Max going to let him blow. White-hot ecstasy mushroomed in his ass, then rifled into his nuts and up his shaft. He gasped at the intensity, body tensing up fast. “Sir!—Oh, fuck!—Oh, shit!—Can I come?”
Max slowed to a crawl. “No.” His tone sounded grim.
But Sean was too busy shuddering to take heed. His body reeled urgently. His cock bucked in Max’s hand. Max squeezed it in reply, then kept stroking. Slow enough to keep Sean right on the brink without actually careening him over the edge. A state of both torture and utter rapture. Sean sucked in sharply, twitching against the cage. So close. Oh, shit. So fucking close. Those damn hands were teasing all the right places.