Revived Read Online Kora Knight (Dungeon Black Duology #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Dungeon Black Duology Series by Kora Knight
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Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
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Max held up his hand. “No more, cat. Nice job.”

Sean slumped, body twitching, and tried to catch his breath. “Thank you, Sir… I’m getting better… at holding it… I think.”

“You are.” Max couldn’t help grinning. Such fun. He gestured for Sean to get up. “Time to move. I want you next to me at my desk.”

“At your desk?” Sean frowned.

“Yeah. At my desk.” Max leveled him with a look. “You got a problem with that?”

Sean quickly stood up. “No. No problem. My bad.”

“Good.” Max led the way behind his desk, then dropped down into his plush leather chair. “Sit. To my left. Nice and close like before.”

The first time Max told Sean to sit on the floor, the kid had looked downright insulted. This time, however, not so much. Like Sean had long-since resolved to do whatever was necessary to prove that he had what it took. What it took to be a full-time sub.

Sorry, a stór. That shit just can’t fucking happen.

Max slowly pet Sean’s golden head, then sank his fingers into Sean’s hair. “Got a few things to do. An invoice. A few calls. But I wanna get you properly situated before I start.”

Facing the desk, the same direction as Max, Sean turned and peered up at him. “Properly situated?” He glanced down at his body as he sat on his heels. “You mean, I’m not properly situated now?”

“Nope. I’d like you a little different tonight. I worked hard all day, Sean, and now I want to play.” Hungrily, he thumbed the corner of his mouth, giving Sean a long, heady once-over. “With your body, that is. I wanna play with your body.”

Sean’s eyes turned rapt. “Yes, Maximus,” he murmured.

Max’s lips curved. “Head down, cat. Ass up.”

TWELVE

“Mmm… Shit yeah.” Max nodded. “Just like that.”

Fuck, this new view of Sean’s backend was sweet. Deliciously upturned and in perfect range. Max palmed Sean’s left cheek and firmly squeezed, then gave the thing a nice, healthy smack. Sean yelped with a start, but didn’t gripe. Max grinned and did it again. Sean cursed. A handprint formed. Max kindly rubbed the gorgeous blotch of red.

Sean exhaled a groan, forehead pressed to the floor, the rest of his weight propped on his forearms.

Max smirked. “You like that?”

“Uh… Not really.”

“Say thank you, anyway.”

“Thank you, anyway.”

SMACK!

Another yelp.

“Getting sassy with me, slut?”

Sean muffled a laugh. “No, Sir.”

SMACK!

“Ah! Yes! Sassy!”

Max grinned and massaged away the sting. “That’s right. Never lie.” Again, he palmed Sean’s ass cheek, sliding his thumb down Sean’s crack. Up and down, slowly, overtop of Sean’s backdoor. Evidently, some of that olive oil had made its way back, making his thumb’s lazy glide nice and slick.

Sean moaned, back arching.

“You love that,” Max rumbled. “Love my slippery thumb teasing your hole.”

“Yes, Maximus,” Sean rasped. “Love it so fucking much.”

“Mmm. My clever boy, bringing that bottle of olive oil.”

Sean chuckled breathlessly.

Max stroked him some more, eyeing said bottle—and the convenient plastic pouring spout on top. His lips curved roguishly. He looked at Sean’s entrance, swiftly assessing its condition. Clenched super tight and mildly lubed, but in desperate, desperate need of Max’s fingers. Yup, more olive oil was definitely in order.

Max grabbed the bottle and lowered it to Sean’s ass, replacing his stroking thumb with its spout. “Gonna feel a bit of pressure, then some minor penetration.”

Sean stilled at his words.

Max murmured, “Don’t move,” then lubed his pinky so it could gently lead the way. As soon as it breached Sean’s tender ring, Max pulled the muscle wider and slid in the spout. No thicker than a pencil, and less than two inches long, it slipped to the hilt like a dream. No doubt, because of the trickle of oil that managed to escape in the process. A trickle, because Max didn’t have the bottle upturned. Didn’t want the stuff just pouring free unchecked. Luckily, the thing was less than half full to begin with, so keeping shit under control wasn’t a problem.

Sean shifted against the insertion, his muscles visibly tense.

Max bit back a growl, totally turned on. “Gonna oil you up good now, so hang tight, beautiful boy.”

Gradually, he lifted the bottom of the bottle until oil began pouring through the spout. Slowly, steadily, in a fine little stream, channeling straight into Sean’s body. Goddamn. So erotic. Sean groaned, ass cheeks clenching. Max pulled them back apart, holding one in place with his free hand. Had to, though. Needed to see what he was doing. Need to watch his makeshift lube tunneling home. Another groan emerged. Max kneaded Sean’s cheek, then gently slid the smooth plastic free.

“There we go,” he purred, stroking Sean’s new glossy hole. Sean exhaled, muscles easing, but tensed right back up when Max sank his middle finger nice and deep. He pumped it leisurely, then added another, pistoning the two slow and steady.



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