Page 55 of Primary Seduction
Opening the door, he looked across seeing Max in almost the same position he’d left him in. He chuckled at the sight. “Worn out?” he asked.
“Fuck you,” Max replied without heat.
“You already did, and I can’t do it again right now.”
“Funny.”
“I try.” He walked over to the bed with a damp cloth and climbed back on, situating himself on his side, right next to Max, resting his head on his hand. His other hand, the one with the cloth, he placed on Max’s stomach, making him twitch. “You okay?”
Max laughed and took over wiping off the mess he’d made of himself. “I should be asking you that question.”
“I’m fine. Surprisingly.” He decided to be honest. “I went in the bathroom expecting to freak out and didn’t want you to see it.”
“And did you?” Max turned his head to look Trent in the eye.
“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’, smiling as Max’s eyebrows rose.
“Really?”
“Really. I’m fine with it.”
Max stared at him for a moment, then a huge smile lit his face, and he jumped onto Trent, knocking him to the bed and throwing the cloth onto the table. Wrapping him in his arms, Trent nestled his head in Max’s neck and held him tight.
“I’m so glad.” The words were muffled coming from Max’s mouth; his face was buried in Trent’s neck too. “I was so worried I’d pushed you too far.”
“Nah, it’ll never happen.”
Max pulled back slightly. “You might not think that when you realise what kind of things I like.” He bit his lip, which Trent realised he did when he was unsure of something.
“Why don’t you explain it to me. I’ll try to ask questions rather than freak out…at least until I get the whole story.” He smiled to soften the words.
Max chuckled, then sobered. “I’m scared you’ll run.”
“I’m scared I won’t be enough for you.” Trent confided this in a whisper. “There, we’re even.”
He wrapped his arms around Max again and turned them, so they were both on their sides.
Blowing out a breath, Max kept stroking a hand through Trent’s hair, while Trent kept his hand on Max’s waist, the featherlight touch of his fingers up and down, raising goosebumps.
“I’m a switch.” He paused. “Okay, if I’m going to talk about this, I need to explain a lot. Now I’m going to assume you have no knowledge of this stuff unless you tell me otherwise. Please don’t think I’m patronising you, I’m not. I just want you to know what makes me tick.”
“It’s okay, Max. Explain it however you need to. I know a little about BDSM but not a huge amount. So assume I know nothing.” He leaned forward and kissed him.
“All right. God, I don’t really know where to start.” He rubbed a hand over his face.
“Start at the beginning. What got you into it?”
“In all honesty, I kind of fell into it. I knew I was gay from being young, and even though I told my parents at that early age, they waved it away and ignored it. When I hit puberty, there was no denying it, even for my parents. They told me in no uncertain terms that if I wanted to ‘frolic’ with men, I had to do so out of the area. As soon as I had my driving licence, I was out every weekend. Not for hook-ups, not all the time, but for fun. It was a break from the rigidness of home.”
“Sounds like they kept trying to put you in a box.”
Max nodded. “Yeah. Anyway, this one time I was out, I got fed up with the bar I was in, so I went walking around to see what else was there, and I ended up going into a club. At first, I had no idea what it was, but then a demonstration started. I still remember it vividly now. A guy was laying on his back on a wooden box, arms and legs cuffed to the sides so he couldn’t move. Another guy wore nothing but trousers, which were undone with his cock hanging out. I couldn’t hear everything but every time the guy in the trousers spoke, I trembled. I could feel myself wanting to obey him. As the scene progressed, I walked closer. When I was there, I could see everything in clear detail and hear every word. Looking at the guy chained to the box, I could see myself ordering him around. To put it mildly, I was confused. I sat down right there and watched to the very end. When they walked off the stage after, I still sat there. Eventually someone came over and asked if I was okay.” He laughed. “When we talked about this meeting later, he said I looked at him as if I’d mentally left my body.”
Trent smiled. He could understand the imagery.
Max continued. “The guy, Kieren, talked to me and listened to me for the rest of the night. It was only as the club closed around us that I realised we’d been talking for about four hours. I apologised and got up to leave. Kieren told me to come back the next night and he’d help train me. By the time I left that night, I’d figured out I was a switch, and I could both dominate and be submissive, depending on my mood. Kieren taught me how to do both.”
Trent felt jealousy swirl through him. What the hell? This guy was from years ago.“So where is Kieren now?”
