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Max smiled. “He’s still back there. Or at least he was the last time I spoke to him. We keep in touch on the phone, messages mainly. When I moved up here, I didn’t get to see him for a while.”
“It’s good you had someone.” He forced his voice to sound even, though he wanted to get rid of this guy who had so much of Max’s past.
“Anyway, that’s when it started. And I’ve just carried on. I researched places here and found some nice ones—and some not so nice ones—but it got old quickly. Then I found an app—”
“The one from the other night? That you needed help with?”
Max nodded. “Yeah.” He bit his lip. “I can’t give you a lot of information because the guidelines are really rigid to protect all the members. But basically, this app shows different places for hook-ups, scenes, events and stuff like that. Once I’d applied and been accepted, I never looked back. It was perfect for what I needed.”
“And what did you need?”
“To be who I wanted to be or to forget who I was, depending on my needs.”
“So, it taught you to be free.”
Max looked at him, eyes wide. “Yeah. You get it?”
“I get why you do it. But what do you do exactly?” Trent was a little concerned that he would not be able to give Max what he needed. He’d watched the occasional porn video about BDSM, but he didn’t see the allure. But maybe he was looking at the wrong thing.
“Well, that’s a loaded question.” Max laughed. “Um, so it’s all consensual, so things are agreed beforehand for everyone before they get together. If I’m the dominant, I might spank a submissive, tie them up, edge them, sometimes there’s sex involved, sometimes not. There are lots of other things as well, but they are the basics. Aftercare is a very important part of being a dominant.”
“What’s aftercare?”
“It’s when the dominant takes care of the submissive until they have returned to their body, for want of a better word. You see, when a submissive is really into a scene, endorphins will flood their body making them feel high, a bit like being on drugs. This high—called subspace—can last a while, depending how far into it they get. It’s the dominant’s job to make sure no harm comes to the submissive while they are in that state. It could mean cuddling them, making sure they drink and eat something, getting them washed and dressed. Again, it’s something that would be discussed before the scene actually starts.”
“That’s pretty good. I hadn’t thought about what happened afterwards.”
“It’s a really important part of a scene and one that a submissive might find hard to begin with, having to rely on others. For me as a submissive, I like the feeling that I don’t have to think, that my Dom is taking care of me the way he believes I need to be taken care of. Sometimes, I need spanking, sometimes fucking. It varies, like I said, with the mood I’m in. And I have specific people now, that I go to if I need to do that. It’s hard to find people to trust so when you do, you keep hold of them.”
Trent thought back to the men he’d seen Max with before, nothing standing out as someone he thought Max would have that type of relationship with. At least until he remembered last week. “Frederick.” A statement, not a question.
Max scrunched up his nose and mouth, then nodded. “Yeah, he’s one of my Dom’s.”
“Why was he at the party then? I thought he was your boyfriend.”
He saw Max blush and bite his lip again. He looked down and wouldn’t meet Trent’s eye. “I brought him to make you jealous,” he whispered so quietly Trent had to strain to hear him.
He laughed out loud, rolling onto his back. “Bloody hell, Max.”
“What! I liked you, and I didn’t know what else to do. I was also trying to distract myself. I knew you were straight, so thought you were off limits.” Max moved over and rested his chin on Trent’s chest.
“Well, it worked. I was out of my mind and had no idea why. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me and why I was bothered who you were with.” He shook his head. “And you obviously had no boundaries because you kissed me still believing I was straight!”
It was Max’s turn to flop on his back. “I know! I was stupid!”
Trent rolled over onto him, bracketing his head with his arms. “No, you weren’t. Obviously. Since we’re here, aren’t we?” Trent lowered his lips to meet with Max’s and slowly teased him.
After a few minutes, Trent pulled away. “I need some sleep. Get under the covers.”
Max jumped into action, and Trent spooned behind him, content for the first time in a long time.
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Chapter 12
Max
Max woke slowly, feeling overly warm. Reaching to push the covers off, he dislodged an arm that had been resting on him but over the covers. His eyes widened as he remembered what happened, and he turned his head slowly to look behind him. Sure enough, there Trent was, peaceful in his sleep. His mouth was slightly open without a hint of drool anywhere, the lines in his face had smoothed out, making him look younger. He itched to touch him but didn’t want to wake him after their late night.
