Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 141810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 709(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 709(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
“Better.”
“Good.” He started in again, jacking Sean’s cock, pausing periodically to thumb his crown.
Sean moaned, knees twitching. “Oh fuck, Sir. Feels awesome.”
Max’s eyes hooded, watching him. He moved his free hand further south. Why not work on two lessons with the kid at once. It was called time management, and time management was smart. Fingers splayed on Sean’s ass cheek, Max slid his thumb over. Stroke, stroke, stroke to Sean’s hole.
Sean inhaled sharply, thighs trying to close. “Shit.”
Stroke, stroke—
Pump, pump—
Stroke, stroke—
His brows pinched together. “Ungh, ah fuck.”
And just like that, his nuts were climbing. Max’s lips curved at the obvious. At something he’d have to help Sean see. That even though anal play made his head wary, it exhilarated the shit out of his body. Hell, just now it’d made Sean instantly have to come. And Max barely even got going with the shit.
Again, he paused to give Sean a breather. But this time, instead of playing more with his clamps, Max continued playing thumb massage with Sean’s ass.
Sean clenched his cheeks, squirming. His eyelashes fluttered.
Max’s dick fucking thrummed. Son of a bitch, that was hot.
“Sean,” he rumbled.
Sean met his gaze, panting.
“I want to try anal training with you tonight.”
Sean froze like a statue. “Um,” he rasped. “I don’t know if… I want to.”
“Let’s try,” Max encouraged. “We can stop anytime.”
Sean shook his head nervously.
No. Scratch that. He didn’t just look nervous, he looked afraid. Which was blatantly unlike Sean. What in the hell was his deal?
Max frowned and stopped completely. Laid his hands on Sean’s thighs. “Sean. Time to talk. Why’re you scared of this shit?”
Sean closed his eyes. Exhaled. “I’m not.”
“Stop lying. You promised to be honest. Remember? You promised. And as your Dom, I need to understand.”
Sean winced. Kept his eyes closed. “There’s nothing to understand. I just… I just don’t like it.”
“Sean. Don’t you treat me like an idiot. What I see on your face isn’t mere aversion. It’s fear, Sean. I see fucking fear.”
Sean’s body visibly slumped, and for a long moment he didn’t respond. But just when Max thought he’d officially shut down, Sean swallowed and opened his eyes.
“The only time I’ve been penetrated… is when my dad’s friend used to visit.”
Max stilled. Oh, shit. His blood cooled fast. Was Sean saying he’d been— Max’s stomach turned. No jumping to conclusions. “How old were you?” he muttered.
Sean’s cheeks pinked. “Thirteen.”
Thirteen? Max fought not to recoil. Sean was watching him closely. “He hurt you?”
Sean nodded. Max seethed. “But not on purpose. And all of the other stuff was fine.”
What the fuck? Max clenched his teeth. “What do you mean all the other stuff.”
Sean frowned and looked away. “All the other stuff we did. The things that didn’t hurt. That stuff was fine. I liked it.”
Max’s brows furrowed incredulously. “Wait—You liked it?”
“Yes.” Sean met his eyes and held them firm. “I liked it, Max. All of it. Well… except for the painful stuff… But everything else I wanted.”
Max stared at him, not just grappling with Sean’s fucked-up words, but the overwhelming urge to go hunting. For that “friend” of Sean’s dad, whom Max would then happily murder. Sick motherfucker. If nothing else, he deserved to be castrated.
Max growled under his breath, then drew in a lungful. He needed to focus on the facts and nothing else. Sean had been sexually violated as a child, but it hadn’t been against his will. He’d welcomed it. Maybe even had a crush on the guy. Obviously, Sean knew him well. Said he was his dad’s friend. So whether by true enjoyment, or inwardly convincing himself that he liked it, Sean hadn’t been traumatized by the experience. Most of it anyway. But the asshole clearly hadn’t been gentle during sex. Hence, Sean’s trepidation toward penetration. Which, of course, made perfect fucking sense.
Max exhaled and nodded. Rubbed his face. Tried to calm. “Okay… So… Okay… This friend of your dad’s… It hurt to have sex with him, yes?”
Sean nodded, actually looking a little bit relieved. Good. Hopefully he could tell that Max wasn’t judging him. “Yeah. He was always drunk and only used spit. Guess he didn’t have lube. And I didn’t even know the shit existed.”
“And how long did this go on?” Max kept his voice level.
“… A couple of years.”
Max fought not to cringe. A couple years with no-lube sex? With a guy that was probably twice Sean’s size? He bristled from head to toe. Then his jaw started to tick. “Well, no wonder,” he grated. He stopped. Softened his tone. “That definitely explains a lot.”
Sean stared at him hard. “Don’t feel sorry for me, Max. I loved the guy. Or at least I thought I did. So I was happy. I didn’t care.”
Max eyed him skeptically.
Sean sighed and looked at the ceiling. “He made me feel so fucking good about myself. Boosted my confidence. Gave me his time. Something my parents never did.” He peered back at Max. Gave a little shrug. “He made me happy. But he also helped me see that I definitely don’t like to bottom.”