Page 14 of Primary Seduction
Once more he had no warning, except for the whistling sound. “Two.” A beat. “Three.” The pain flared in a different area on his ass.
“Four.” And another area.
“Five.” Same place as before, making it heat up further.
“Six.” He wanted to let his head fall back as tension released with each meeting.
“Seven.” He knew his ass would be looking very red at this point.
“Eight. Nine. Ten.” By the time he got to ten, his body felt loose and warm, and he was ready for more. He knew there was more to come as he was still too coherent. He realised though he wasn’t as hard as he usually got, which made him frown and tense again.
“What’s wrong?” Frederick asked, his Dom voice still prevalent. “Speak freely.”
“It’s not working.”
“What’s not working?”
“I’m not getting as turned on as usual. I’m relaxed and have a nice glow but I’m not as hard as I normally get.” Max could feel the tension streaming back into his body with each word he spoke. He rested his forehead against the cool surface in front of him and closed his eyes against the blackness. He just didn’t know what was wrong.
“Let’s try something different,” Frederick said. Max felt hands unbuckling his wrists, and then removing his blindfold. He turned to Frederick and saw understanding in his eyes. He didn’t know what Frederick understood, because he sure had no idea, but it was calming to see that Frederick wasn’t pissed. “Go sit on the leather table. I’ll be back.” Frederick left the room, and Max did as he was told. He wasn’t completely in submissive mode now, but he still had a little left in him.
Max sat. He wished he could understand what was going on with him. He never usually had trouble, especially when Frederick was at the helm. Maybe he was stressed.
The door opened, and Frederick stalked back in with a tiny, blond sub. “Max, stand. Sub, hands and knees on the table.” He paused while the sub did as he was told. “Now make him hard.” Frederick came to stand behind Max, both standing in front of the sub. The sub took Max’s cock in hand and stroked it a few times before placing it in his mouth. Max closed his eyes against the sensation, feeling pleasure begin to course through him. He lifted a hand and gripped the sub’s hair, making him stay against his groin and swallow.
Max felt a whisper against his ear. “This sub likes the crop. Let’s see how you both react to it.” That exact moment, the crop brushed against his legs, lifting higher until it smoothed across his still sore ass. A short, sharp thwack against his sensitive cheeks made him flinch and moan. The dual sensations heightening his arousal, more so when the image of Trent on his knees in front of him, sucking his cock appeared. He kept his eyes closed, lost in the fantasy of the guy he wanted.
The crop hit him again and again—his ass, his balls, his thighs—then it smoothed across the sensitive skin. Max hissed a breath and bucked into the hot wet mouth. The crop disappeared, but Max was following his fantasy through to its inevitable conclusion. Trent’s mouth was amazing, as was the chance for Max to grip his hair and fuck it.
Distantly, he heard the thwack of the crop again and the vibration of the moan against his cock, which was at present in Trent’s throat, had him harder than ever. Another hit and the moan sounded different, too high. Max frowned, trying to keep the image in front of him, but another moan had him losing the scene. He opened his eyes, seeing the sub in front of him—not Trent. He lost some of his hardness, much to the panic of the sub, who began to redouble his efforts, not wanting to disobey his master.
“Fuck.” Max pulled himself free and walked over to the chair in the corner of the room. Maybe he could watch and get himself off instead.
“Max?” Frederick’s questioning tone had him looking at him.
“I’m all right. Keep going.” He waved his hand in dismissal. He should be punished for his disobedience, but at that moment, he didn’t care.
Frederick hesitated for a second, then went back to cropping the sub. Max could see the sub was struggling to keep himself upright, his arms were shaking, his cock ramrod straight and leaking between his legs. Max watched as Frederick moved position. As he swung the crop, he saw it hit the sub’s cock full on. The sub cried out in pleasure and more precome leaked out. Max began to stroke his cock, fascinated by the view in front of him. Frederick kept hitting the sub in the same area, three times, four times, five before the sub was gritting his teeth and had so much precome leaking, even from where Max sat, he could see the leather padded table was drenched.
He stroked his cock harder, playing with the bundle of nerves underneath—a sure-fire way to get him off.
“Come!” commanded Frederick as he simultaneously pulled out a plug and rammed his cock in the sub’s hole. The sub almost screamed his pleasure as his cock emptied. Frederick kept pumping into him, seemingly not far from his own release. Max gripped his cock harder still, stroking faster in time with Frederick’s thrusts.
“Ah, fuck!” Frederick faltered, then slowed his hips as he released into the sub.
Max let out a breath and let go of his cock. He was nowhere close and knew it wasn’t going to happen, even though his balls were complaining bitterly. He rose and grabbed his clothes from the top of the dresser. He dressed in silence, wincing as he pulled on his trousers and dropped back into the chair with a sigh.
He watched as Frederick took care of the sub, lost in his own thoughts. He had no idea what the matter with him was. All he knew was that it seemed like he needed to picture Trent to be able to get off. Which was wonderful—not.
“Shit.” Max shook his head and jumped when a hand came down on his knee. He’d not even realised Frederick had crouched in front of him. He must’ve been sat there for a while because Frederick would have completed the aftercare with the sub before he’d come back to Max.
“You need a release. You’re getting yourself worked up, and it will just make it more difficult if you don’t.” Frederick looked at him with sympathy. “It’s not very often I offer this but let me help.”
“It’s okay, don’t worry—”
“That’s an order. If you need it to be.” Frederick’s voice had hardened.
Max closed his eyes against the possibility of tears and nodded. He opened them again at the feel of Frederick’s hands re-opening his trousers. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Frederick pulled out Max’s cock. “Close your eyes and think of Trent. I won’t make a sound.” Frederick smirked, then took Max’s cock in his mouth.
