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)
To be fair, though, there were parts to their after-class outing that Max had really enjoyed. Like that little gymnastics performance. Max knew Sean had been good, back in the day, but didn’t realize how awesome he still was. Sure, a handstand sounded easy enough. But Max knew for a fact that it wasn’t. Had tried it in high school and tanked fucking epically. So for Sean to have just up and inverted himself so perfectly? With all those lean muscles working as a team? Yeah, Max had liked it. Like it a lot. And had immediately wanted to see more. Which Sean had delivered, each subsequent stunt growing in difficulty and skill. It’d been awesome watching him in action. Max had eaten the shit up. He’d also been incredibly turned on. He hadn’t been joking when he’d said Sean made him hard. Fuck no. That was the god’s honest truth.
It was also the catalyst that got Max raring to go, eager to get to the purpose of their little excursion. Sean’s punishment. Sean’s spanking. Ah, God. It’d been fantastic. The kid was so willing. Goddamn it, so willing. When Max told him to strip? He just did it. Didn’t question. Which just made Max’s balls ache that much more. And then, mother of fuck, when he’d assumed position, draping his naked warmth across Max’s lap? It’d been all Max could do not to grope the guy right there. Not that Sean would’ve minded. God knew he totally wouldn’t have. Which, of course, was the main reason Max refrained. As much as he could, at least. Sean didn’t need the encouragement. The kid would take that shit and run.
Unfortunately, after his spanking—something Max couldn’t have enjoyed more—Sean pretty much went for it anyway. And for some reason, Max hadn’t seen it coming. In hindsight, he supposed he probably should have. After all, he’d just finished fondling Sean’s balls. But it’d been brief, just a teasing gesture to make a point. That he wasn’t Sean’s friend. He was his Dom. And there was a difference.
But more to the point in Max’s defense, he had just spanked the hell out of Sean’s ass. Hadn’t held back. Made sure it hurt. Because it was punishment, for bad behavior. A line, a distinction, that couldn’t be blurred. Not with anything positive, especially not pleasure.
So when Sean straddled Max’s lap only seconds after he’d finished, Max definitely had been taken off guard. Hell, he’d expected Sean to eventually get pissed. Feel degraded enough that he’d tell Max to shove it. And a part of Max would’ve been cool with that. Happy with it, even. Because at that point he could’ve used anything to cool off. Sean’s spanking had made him way too fucking horny.
But the next thing Max knew, instead of Sean chewing him out, the kid climbed onto his lap and started grinding. Grinding for fuck’s sake! Something Max had not been prepared for. A heartbeat later, though, he was getting into it too, just a hair’s breadth away from losing control. God, he’d wanted Sean so freaking bad. To fuck the living shit out of him right then and there. And Max had seriously considered it. His body was certainly game. And a huge part of his brain was posing plenty of worthy arguments. Just this once. No one would know. Sean wouldn’t care. And in exchange, Max would all but pop his cherry. Because Sean hadn’t truly bottomed before. That shit in his past was a joke. So he could be Sean’s first, right there in the woods, then get back to business as usual.
And Max almost gave in. Almost took what he wanted. But somehow, someway, that tiny sliver of his logic prevailed. That it wouldn’t be right. And it wouldn’t be wise. It’d fuck up Max’s head to have sex outside of work. Because he didn’t have safeguards there. And it wouldn’t be fair to Sean. It’d give the kid the wrong impression. Possibly lead him on. To think that maybe what they had was something more. Something more than just a Dom/sub arrangement. But that wasn’t the case. What they had wasn’t more. Because Max didn’t do more. Ever.
Exhaling hard, he re-scrubbed his face, then frowned and closed his eyes. He didn’t do more, but if he did, he’d really love to do it with Sean.
* * * * *
Sean Matthews 7:14 AM
to me
Hello, Sir.
I really hate to do this, but I need another favor. My car broke down on the way home from work last night so I don’t have a way to get to your house. Any chance you’d be willing to pick me up? I’d really hate to miss tonight’s appointment.
Your perfect sub,
Sean
Ps. Totally willing to work for that ride. You name it, I’ll do it (Probably. Unless it involves tickling).