Page 83 of Primary Seduction
“Ah, god. I don’t know how much longer I can last, Trent.” Max’s voice was gritty.
“Let’s try a slight change.” Trent pulled out from Max with a wince and a groan, then placed Max on his side facing away from him. He curled around his back, lining himself up again and slid straight back in. “Holy shit.” It just about killed him, but he kept still until the urge to thrust abated a little.
“Fucking hell, Trent. Let me come!” Max almost snarled.
“Not until I say so, sub,” Trent whispered into Max’s ear as he slid his arm under Max’s neck. He wouldn’t have normally brought the word into their bedroom, but it felt right. And watching Max’s reaction proved it felt right to him too.
“Yes, Sir,” Max hesitantly replied.
“Good.” Trent felt pleasure race through his system at Max’s words, nothing to do with the pleasure streaming through his body from the way Max’s body hugged his cock. He withdrew a little and slid back in, repeating the motion as slowly as he could. He reached forward to encircle Max’s cock with his hand, feeling precome leaking from his tip. “Such a good sub.”
Max linked his fingers with the hand that was under his neck, the other hand gripping the sheets below them. There wasn’t much room for him to manoeuvre anywhere, so Trent did all the work this time. He was getting to the end of his control, so he bit at Max’s shoulder in warning, then turned Max onto his stomach all the while still inside him.
“Time for me to ride now. Come on, Max, you can take it.” Trent rested his hands on the bed just under Max’s armpits, straddled his legs and began sliding in and out, slowly to begin with, then getting faster. The tightness of Max’s ass rubbed him in all the right places and with Max thrusting back as well, Trent assumed Max was riding the sheet below him too. “Nearly there, Max. It feels almost too good to stop.” Trent threw his head back and groaned at the ceiling, trying to keep it quiet, but he knew he failed.
“Fuck, fuck, Trent. I don’t think I can keep going. Let me come. Please let me come. Fuck, please!” Max was almost wailing at this point.
Trent was there, so he said, “Come, Max, come now.” He began spilling inside of Max with his final word and felt Max’s body clamping down on his, extending his climax further. He stayed resting inside of Max as the aftershocks went through them both, breathing heavily. He grabbed the base of the condom and withdrew carefully, wincing with sensitivity, then flopped onto his back. He noticed Max hadn’t moved.
“You okay,” he asked, resting his hand on Max’s back.
“Uh-huh,” Max replied.
“Do you want a shower?”
Max just groaned in response, which Trent took to mean no, but they probably should. Trent blew out a breath, then stood, disposing of the condom in the bin beside the bed. Looking at the clock, Trent realised that was almost a marathon for them, no wonder they were both wiped out. He laughed. “Come on, Max. Let’s get cleaned up.”
There was no answer, so he went around the bed and saw Max was fast asleep. Trent smiled. He’d leave him to sleep, but he needed to move him so he could get a clean sheet on the bed. He remembered being able to change the sheets below the kids while they were still sleeping when they were younger and wondered whether he could do the same with Max. He decided to try.
Fetching clean sheets, he flicked the current ones off the corners before situating the new sheet on two corners of one side. He slid the sheet underneath the current one, pulling gently to fit the opposite corners in place. With some of that movement, Max had rolled over, leaving only a little of the old sheet underneath him. Trent carefully pulled it out before covering Max with the duvet.
Pleased with the result, he threw the sheet in the washing basket and walked to the bathroom for a shower. Although he was tired from their lovemaking, he wasn’t tired enough to sleep yet. Maybe after a hot shower he would be.
Getting cleaned up was quicker when it was only him in there, and he was back in the bedroom in no time, still not tired though. He put on some pyjama trousers and went to get a drink. Looking across the darkened room as he drank his water, he saw his laptop and had an idea.
He refilled his glass and went over to the sofa, opening his laptop and turning it on. He kept thinking about AN. It can’t be so bad, otherwise, the police would be trying to take it down, and he’d heard nothing about it on the news or from Logan. When the laptop had loaded, he opened the internet browser and searched for AN. It brought up some random things that had nothing to do with BDSM or clubs, so he tried refining his search. It took a few attempts but eventually he found the same logo that had been on Max’s phone the other week: a white ‘A’ and a red ‘N’ on a black filigree background.
He clicked the logo, and it expanded to fill his screen before fading into the top right corner, leaving behind a black background and the word “Anonymity.” A white button appeared beneath the word telling him to “click for membership details.” He knew this was what Max had signed up for, but he was still unsure. He had hoped there would be a bit more information before the sign-up section.
He didn’t hate what he did with Max, and although Trent felt like he wasn’t really into the BDSM scene, maybe he could learn to be, for Max’s sake. Or maybe he might end up liking it. Or maybe he’d end up hating it. He had no idea. But he had to try. He clicked the button, deciding, regardless of the result, he would at least try it out.
After signing up, paying the fee, which made him wince a bit and reading the terms and conditions, he understood what Max was trying to tell him aboutnotbeing able to tell him anything. The rules and guidelines were very strict about it, and he supposed he understood the need for it. He wouldn’t mention anything to Max about becoming a member just in case he was refused. And it would also give him the chance to get up the courage. He blew out a breath. Hopefully, this would add to their relationship, not break it.
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Chapter 17
Max
Max woke before Trent for a change and decided to get a start on breakfast. He didn’t have much to do that day, he had no consultations booked in but had originally planned to get his paperwork up to date. From their discussions yesterday, Max believed Trent and Harper were going back to their respective daytime duties, therefore Max was going to do the same.
He grilled the sausages and bacon when Harper came in. “Good morning, Harper.”
“Morning.”
“Now, are you a morning person or do I need to shut up and stay away?” he asked only half-jokingly.
Harper laughed. “I’m a morning person, you’re safe. Although could I please have a coffee?”
