Page 48 of Key of Kink

Max’s hand curved around my shaft once more. “How long can you hold on now? How much can you take for me?”

This was going to be excruciating—and I was loving every second of it.

Max

A slow burn settled in my chest.

I hadn’t planned to enjoy this so thoroughly. My scenes were always managed, measured, but instead, I was watching Quinn come undone, and it was amazing.

“Max… close….” That was the third time I’d brought him to the edge.

I eased off, leaving the dildo vibrating on its lowest setting. “Breathe.”

He swallowed, his belly quivering. I stroked him there with slow, gentle movements. After a moment, I went back to working his cock, pausing only to notch up the vibrations.

Quinn’s groan filled the air, and he shifted against the restraints. “Permission to speak?”

I smiled. “Since when do you ask?” I studied him, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his wide eyes, his parted lips, the flush that crept over his skin, his breathing ragged. “You’re already thinking about breaking.”

Quinn’s eyes flashed. “Not breaking.”

“Then what?”

“Losing it.”

I exhaled slowly. I was enjoying this far more than I intended, not because Quinn was desperate, but because he was lucid, choosing every second of it.

I cupped Quinn’s cheek. “You won’t lose it. I’ll decide when.”

Quinn’s breath shuddered, and satisfaction pulsed through me.

I like his surrender. The way he trusts me. I liked the way Quinn’s composure cracked in stages instead of collapsing.

This was building intensity like music, layer by layer, precise…

Unforgettable.

I stepped closer again. “You’re going to beg properly.”

“Yes,” Quinn whispered.

“And when you do—” I let the sentence trail off.

For the first time, unforgettable didn’t scare me. Because this time, I was choosing it too.

I lost track of how many times he begged me to let him come. He promised to give me the best blow job of my life if I gave permission right that second, and I laughed. A couple of times, I thought I’d brought him close enough to safeword, but he didn’t, and I was so fucking proud of him.

“Max.” His voice quavered. “Please. I can’t take much more. Let me come.”

I kissed him, hard and claiming, and he fed me moan after moan.

“Seeing as you begged so nicely,” I murmured against his lips.

I left the dildo running, and moved to stand at Quinn’s head. I slipped my slick hands under his shoulders and tugged him until his head hung back over the edge of the bench. I brushed my thumb lightly along Quinn’s lower lip.

“Open for me.”

Quinn obeyed instantly, and the trust in that obedience hit harder than any physical reaction.