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Demanding Discipline (Love and Care 3) is coming soon!

Sep 28, 2018 Filed under: BDSM, contemporary

Demanding Discipline

 

Demanding Discipline, Love and Care 3, will be out October 9. This is Sean and Blake’s story, and I’m so excited to share them with you!

Sean uses his sassy mouth and bratty behavior to distance himself from others. He’s afraid to care too deeply for anyone or anything. But the walls he’s built have turned his life into a hot mess. He can’t settle on a career, he’s rarely on time, and his only real friend is his roommate. No matter how many times he resolves to change, he falls right back into his old patterns. Then he meets Blake, a man who’s not afraid to use a firm hand with Sean.

Blake is a former Navy SEAL who has men falling at his feet. But he doesn’t want just any man, he wants Sean. And he longs to teach Sean the discipline he so desperately needs. As he trains Sean through pony play and other games, Blake learns more about Sean’s insecurities and realizes Sean needs more than a master, he needs a caring lover—maybe even a Daddy.

 

Hungry (A Love and Care Short Story) is available now!

Sep 27, 2018 Filed under: BDSM, book release, contemporary, m/m

Hungry

 

Hungry, a short story starring Max, a minor character from the Love and Care series, is not available for purchase at Amazon or to borrow in KU.

Submissive bookkeeper and vintage suit aficionado, Max, longs to find a man who appreciates the kind of service he wants to give. But after a series of failed relationships, he’s not sure he has any hope left. Then Elliot, the much younger food truck owner Max has been crushing on, makes a flirtatious comment, which suggests his interests line up perfectly with Max’s, and Max summons the courage to ask him out.

Elliot offers to cook for Max, and when he puts Max to work assisting in the kitchen, things heat up fast. Both men begin to wonder if they’ve found exactly what they’ve been looking for?

Note: This story takes place after the events in After the Weekend (Love and Care Book 2) but contains no spoilers. It is not necessary to read Love and Care to read this story.

Release Day for After the Weekend

Aug 21, 2018 Filed under: BDSM, book release, contemporary, D/s, erotica, m/m

After the Weekend

After the Weekend (Love and Care 2) is here now! Grab your copy today.

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After the Weekend continues Graham and Avery’s story from Father of the Groom.

What Graham and Avery thought would be a single night of pleasure turned into so much more. Their needs and desires lined up perfectly, and by the time they parted after three glorious days, they both knew there was far more than lust between them.

Living in different towns makes continuing their relationship challenging, but Graham visits Avery most weekends, and their bond deepens. Avery thinks Graham is the best Daddy ever and Graham loves nothing more than taking care of Avery and challenging his need to surrender. But both men are unsure exactly how far they want this relationship dynamic to go. There are so many hard questions to answer when both men would prefer to live in a fantasy world during their limited time together.

But reality is calling. Graham and Avery both have friends who need their help with major life decisions, inquisitive family members, and a growing desire to spend more time together. In order to continue their relationship, they must figure out where their boundaries lie and what they want from each other outside the bedroom.

Father of the Groom sequel coming soon!

Aug 19, 2018 Filed under: BDSM, book release, contemporary, D/s, erotica, m/m

After the weekend, the sequel to Father of the Groom will be here August 21. So if you haven’t read Father of the Groom yet, now is a great time.

You can find it at

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Personal Entanglement now available in audio.

Jan 26, 2017 Filed under: BDSM, book release, contemporary Tags: , , , ,

Personal Entanglement is now available in audio narrated by the amazing Greg Boudreaux (aka Greg Tremblay) who voiced Thorne and Dash in Professional Distance. Grab it now at Audible or Amazon.

Going Deep is out now!

Feb 22, 2016 Filed under: BDSM, book release, contemporary, m/m, menage

Going Deep

Woohoo! It’s release day for Going Deep (Fitting In 4). Grab your copy now at Amazon, All Romance eBooks, iTunes, Barnes and Noble, and Kobo.

Sorting Out is available now!

Dec 29, 2013 Filed under: BDSM, book release, contemporary, excerpts, first chapter, m/m, men in uniform, menage

Sorting OutSorting Out, the sequel to Fitting In is now available at Amazon, ARe, BN, and Smashwords. Here’s an excerpt from Chapter One….

Jack heard the door open as he pulled a pan of hot caramel popcorn from the oven. Perfect timing. Mason was home and hopefully Gray had been able to get most of his paperwork finished, so the three of them could curl up together and continue their third run through the fourteen brilliant episodes of Firefly. Why oh why had it been cancelled and how had he not known about its awesomeness until Mason came into his life?

Their schedules had kept them apart for the last few nights and Jack had been looking forward to this all day, the three of them snuggled on the couch, watching TV until they started to doze off like an old married threesome. Who would need to go out with two amazing men at home? He could happily hole up for weeks just cuddling, fucking, and cooking for them.

Mason dropped his bag on the table and came up behind him. He kissed Jack’s neck as he grabbed a handful of popcorn that he immediately threw back into the pan, yelling, “Hot!”

“Of course it’s hot. It just came out of the oven.” Laughing, Jack grabbed Mason’s hand and kissed his palm. “Is that better?”

“No, but this will fix it.” Mason kissed him, sliding his tongue along the seam of Jack’s lips until he opened for his lover, letting him get a taste. Desire rose swiftly, and he clutched at Mason’s hips, pulling him in tight, letting him feel his cock, which was now hard and needy. Maybe Captain Mal would have to wait after all.

The sound of Gray clearing his throat brought them up for air. Mason stepped back, grinning at Jack. “That was a delicious hello.” He turned toward Gray, but when Jack saw the expression on their lover’s face, he knew they weren’t getting the same kind of greeting from him. He looked serious and…scared? Jack’s stomach knotted.

“What is it?”

“I need to talk to you. I waited until Mason was home, but I… Maybe you should sit down.”

“Gray, what’s wrong?” Jack asked, the caramel he’d tasted as he coated the popcorn lying heavy in his stomach.

Mason laid a hand on his arm. “Are you okay? You’re really pale.”

Jack ignored the question. “Don’t make us wait.”

“Thornton, the lieutenant from Major Crimes that I told you about—”

He glanced at Mason. “He’s been encouraging me to take the detective exam. He wants me in his unit.”

“But—”

Gray held up a hand. “Yes, it would mean we wouldn’t be partners anymore, but it would also mean we could be out if we wanted to. We’ve been talking about making a change, and you’ve known I was thinking about going for a promotion.”

“Yeah, but, I…” Nausea tightened Jack’s throat.

Mason reached for Jack’s hand and squeezed. “This could be good for all of us. Let’s think about it.”

Jack looked at Mason. He had known this would happen sooner or later. Gray was right about it being for the best, but Jack had continually pushed it to the back of his mind.

“I just want us to—” he started, but Gray interrupted him.

“I told him I’d take the exam.” Gray looked at the floor as he spoke.

“What?” Jack roared, fear replaced by anger that threatened to scorch him. “How dare you do that without talking to us!”

“I shouldn’t have, but he’d already asked me before, and I’d put him off. He told me I had to let him know today, and you said you’d support whatever I wanted so—”

“I didn’t mean for you not to even tell me. Couldn’t you have mentioned this when he asked you the first time?”

“I—” Gray ran a hand over his ruthlessly short hair. “I should have. I’m sorry, but—”

“But what?” Mason asked after Gray was silent for several seconds. Jack was glad he’d spoken up, because he wasn’t capable of saying anything nice.

Gray sighed. “I knew Jack would react just like this.”

Fuck you. “When it was still something to actually discuss instead of something dictated to me, I would have talked to you. Now that you’ve kept it from me and decided to just walk away—”

“I’m not walking away.”

Jack snarled at him. “We’re partners, Gray, and now we won’t be.”

“We’ll still be partners in the way that really counts.”

Would they? “What about Mason? Didn’t you think maybe he wanted a say in this?”

Mason glanced at Gray, and suddenly, Jack knew. “You told him, didn’t you? When Thornton first asked you, you fucking told Mason and not me.”

Gray closed his eyes and took a long, slow breath. “He told me to tell you, told me I shouldn’t wait, but I wanted to think about it. I didn’t want to upset you if I was just going to turn it down.”

“Newsflash. I’m upset.”

“Jack—”

Mason started to interject, but Jack held up his hand. “There’s no point in talking anymore. Gray’s made his decision. Thank you for actually trying to bring me into it.”

“I made up my mind to take the exam. That doesn’t mean I’ll take the position. That’s why I wanted to talk.”

Jack shook his head. “You’ve made up your mind. I can tell. If you get the job, you’ll take it.”

“I want to stop hiding,” Gray said. “But I want this to be a decision we all three make.”

“No, you just want me and Mason to agree with you,” Jack said, venom in his tone.

“That’s not true. I…fuck, Jack. I love you.”

Jack’s anger deflated, leaving him feeling wrung out and hurt. “I can’t imagine being a cop without you.”

Gray took a step toward Jack. “I’ll still be here.”

“We’ll all be together.” Mason spoke at almost the same time. He sounded scared, desperate. Fuck Gray for putting Mason in the middle like this, for going to him when they’d sworn they’d keep everything out in the open.

Like the time you talked to Mason about Gray seeming depressed, and he encouraged you to talk to Gray, but you didn’t. Is that what you mean by out in the open?

God, Jack hated that sanctimonious voice in his head.

He held up his hand, knowing he’d cave if Gray touched him. He’d let Gray have his way and forget how angry and hurt he was until it simmered long enough to explode again. “If you really wanted to discuss it, you would have talked with me the minute you started seriously considering taking the exam.”

“Would you have listened? Really listened?”

Jack wanted to scream that he would always listen to Gray, always consider what was best for his lover without being selfish. He wanted to stop being scared he couldn’t hold it together as a cop if Gray weren’t by his side, but he couldn’t make the words come.

Instead, he grabbed the pan of caramel popcorn and flung it across the kitchen, enjoying the ear-splitting clatter as the pan bounced on the tile. Then he stomped to their bedroom and slammed the door.

Seconds later, he heard the front door bang shut.

New Release! Fitting In

Feb 24, 2013 Filed under: BDSM, bears, book release, contemporary, D/s, first chapter, m/m, men in uniform

Fitting In is now available at Amazon, ARe, BN, and Smashwords. Get your copy today!

Blurb:
Two cops walk into a bar. Mason, the bartender, waits for the punch line, because no way in hell are these ridiculously hot men real cops. They’re straight out of a cop-fetish fantasy. But he quickly learns that Jack and Gray are the real deal, and they want him in the worst way.

What starts as a night of hot, three-way sex becomes a lot more. The two cops fulfill Mason’s submissive fantasies, but they also meet a more basic need, comfort. They want to take care of Mason, to offer him unconditional friendship, but their concern for him unnerves Mason more than even the kinkiest sex.

To find happiness with his new partners, Mason must change his belief that love is as much a fantasy as a pair of gorgeous, handcuff-wielding cops landing in his bed.

Excerpt:

Two cops walked into a bar. Mason, the bartender, waited for the punch line, because no way in hell were these ridiculously hot men real cops. They were one hundred percent fantasy material. He hoped to hell they were strippers, and they’d be willing to do a private performance for him.
Their dark blue uniforms were snug, hugging their bodies in all the right places. The taller of the two men was big enough to bench-press Mason. His shirt looked like it might burst at the seams, and Mason hoped it would. Dark, wavy hair fell over his forehead and softened the hard lines of his face. His eyes were dark without being warm, just right for a cop.

His partner was shorter, about Mason’s own five foot eleven or so. He had buzz-cut dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He looked younger than his partner, like he hadn’t been out of the academy for long, but he was just as ridiculously hot as the bigger man. His looks were the all-American-boy type. He’d probably played baseball in school and won the heart of every girl he smiled at. He was a perfect counter to his partner’s rough, domineering appeal. They could play a scintillating game of good cop, bad cop, and Mason would love for them to play it with him.

If Mason were in a porno, the cops would cuff him and drag him to a back room where they would proceed to plow his ass until he couldn’t stand up. Sadly, this was real life. They were probably relentlessly straight and only here for a beer.

They headed toward the end of the bar by the register where there weren’t any customers during the midafternoon lull.

“What can I get for you, officers?” Mason asked.

The big one smiled. “Anything cold.”

The shorter man punched his partner’s arm. “Nothing. Thank you. We’re here on official business.”

The big man rolled his eyes. “Can’t I at least get a soda?”

“Fine. Two Cokes please.”

Mason was glad to have the simple task of scooping ice and pouring fountain drinks to distract himself for a few minutes. What official business would they have here? While the occasional fistfight broke out, most typically during the NCAA basketball tournament, Nathan’s Public House was hardly a hotbed of crime.

He picked up the drinks and faced them again, willing his hands to stop shaking. It wasn’t like he hadn’t served plenty of attractive men in the past. What was it about these two that had him so stirred up?

He set the drinks on the bar in front of them and watched as they both took a sip. His cheeks heated when he realized he was staring, openmouthed, at the flex of muscles in the bigger man’s throat as he swallowed.

Focus, Mason, focus. “So…um…what kind of business brings you here?”

The shorter man smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Officer Jack Abney, and this is my partner, Gray Sadler. We want to talk to the staff who were working last night when Gino’s was robbed in case anyone might have seen or heard something that will help with the investigation.”

Mason took Jack’s hand. His skin was softer than Mason expected, and he held Mason’s hand a few seconds longer than he needed to. “Um…I’m Mason Shields.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Shields,” Jack said, grinning.

Mason thought he might melt, but this wasn’t a time to become a puddle of lustful intentions. The robberies had shaken up most of the business owners in the part of downtown Durham where Nathan’s was located. The break-in at Gino’s was the third one in the area, and all the robberies were believed to have been inside jobs pulled off by well-organized professionals. The occasional group of kids breaking a window and trying to get into the till or taking valuables customers foolishly left lying on the seats of their cars wasn’t uncommon, but this type of systematic criminal activity was something new.

“I was here last night, but until I heard sirens, I had no idea anything was going on. It was really crowded, and I had a long line at the bar so I was focused on making drinks and keeping customers happy.”

Jack stood up and looked toward the windows. “Not much of a view of the place either.”
Mason shook his head. “Once the lights go out over there, I can’t see a thing, especially with people blocking my view out front.”

His partner, Officer Sadler, looked at Mason then, his dark eyes calculating. “We understand one of your servers worked at Gino’s until a month or so ago.”

“Yes, Gwen did.” The idea of Gwen working for a band of criminal masterminds was ludicrous. She could barely manage to serve a couple of tables without fucking up their orders.

“Was she working last night?” Gray asked.

Mason thought through the evening. Gwen had been there, but he didn’t remember seeing her after the dinner crowd left, and he’d wondered why they were understaffed when the rowdy game watchers filled the place up. “She was, but her shift must have ended by nine.”

“Is that unusual?” Jack studied him as carefully as his partner had. Having the two gorgeous men staring at him was doing unsettling things to his insides, and his expanding dick was making his pants uncomfortable.

“I guess so. Kinda. Usually most of the waitstaff works until eleven on weekends, but I really don’t think—”

Jack held up his hand. “Just routine questions.”

“Okay. Maybe it would be better if you talked to my manager.”

“We will,” Gray assured him. “But right now, we want to talk to you.”

His voice was low and sexy. If Mason didn’t know better, he’d have thought Gray was flirting with him, but he had to be imagining it. Jack was staring at his partner like he’d lost his mind.

Mason looked back at Gray and was caught by his cool gaze. He bit into his lip, needing the sharp pain to break the spell and allow him to look away. Gray exuded dominance. Mason had no doubt he was a man who expected to get his way, and Mason would be happy to give him just that. The thought of being pinned under him and told exactly how to please him made Mason shudder.

Needing to break the tension vibrating among the three of them, Mason said, “The bartender knows all, is that the theory?”

“Something like that.” Jack’s sly grin made Mason’s knees weak. These two were going to be the death of him.

The officers asked a few more questions, but Mason truly didn’t have anything useful to tell them so they moved on to questioning the servers.

He was glad there weren’t many customers in the bar because both cops had asses worthy of his devoted attention. He sighed as he watched them while pretending to wipe down the bar. What he wouldn’t give to peel them out of their tight blue pants and get a closer look.

The intensity of his attraction puzzled Mason. Gray’s size and dominating presence pushed all his buttons, setting off submissive fantasies that had him reeling. And Jack, Mason could imagine him reveling in a hard, rough fuck or giving the orders himself with the confident air he used for interrogation. If the two men had told him to drop his pants and bend over the bar, he truly might have done it, which unnerved him. While he’d had his share of hook-up sex with no names exchanged, he wasn’t usually quite so slutty.

Maybe the fact that it had been months since he’d bothered to find a partner at all was part of the problem. He’d never really enjoyed the anonymous club sex, but he’d learned the hard way that depending on someone to be there for you was pointless, so he wasn’t much for relationships either. Hitting the clubs was the easiest way to take care of his sexual urges. He’d stepped out of his comfort zone often enough to keep from dying of unfulfilled lust, but the last few times he’d hooked up with someone in a grungy bathroom, he’d felt more sick than satisfied after it was over. For the last few months, he’d reveled in his nerdy side, the side of him that still hoped to go back to college, get his degree in chemistry, and then move on to grad school. Instead of going out he’d been spending his time off reading scientific journals and watching his favorite Star Trek episodes over and over. Perhaps he was experiencing temporary insanity from lack of sex.

Guest Author: Cari Silverwood

Nov 5, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, guest blogger

Welcome Cari Silverwood! She is here to share her new co-authored book, The Dom with a Safe Word.

I have a new book out called The Dom with a Safeword which I co-wrote with two other authors.

Here’s what the book’s about:

Late at night, on an amateur ghost hunt, Sabrina and her best friend Q are caught trespassing by the gorgeous, blonde Jude. The embers of attraction between them sizzle when they discover Jude’s kinks match their own. Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a badass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it’s been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way for Q into Sabrina’s heart and panties may be with Jude’s fist wrapped in her hair.

Domming the bratty Q and mischievous Sabrina isn’t going to be easy but Jude relishes the challenge. At the end of the summer, will they find a way to stay together when everything is tearing them apart?

So it’s a BDSM contemporary romance with a ménage and Mff sex scenes as well as quite a few girl on girl kissing and sex scenes.

People often ask how the three of us came to write The Dom with a Safeword – after all, it’s uncommonly difficult to get along with one other writer enough to do a book, let alone three!

We three became friends first – I already knew Leia Shaw, of course, as we wrote 31 Flavors of Kink together. And when we discovered that Sorcha was a good writer, despite being new and a bit clumsy with the grammar, we considered doing a book together (Her writing is now awesome, by the way). We all wanted to try contemporary fiction but all of us were more comfy with fantasy writing. Things rolled out from there.

It became quite simple for each of us to slip into one character and we alternated chapters as the points of view (POV) changed from one person to the next. We came to know our characters so well that we would often alter the dialogue or body language someone else wrote in. I was the sexpert (lol) as I seem to write those well, and Leia was the US dialogue and humor coach.

I won’t say who wrote what, though I have mentioned it elsewhere. You can guess. We critiqued each scene anyway, and swapped, and so things merge to a degree. I also wrote the sex and some of the kissing scenes told from Leia’s character’s POV.

So there are three characters and each chapter is labeled with the name of the character whose POV it is.

We figured out the people and plotted it first, though that did alter a bit as the story progressed. Mostly we wrote it in time sequence, but toward the end we overlapped so as to get it finished.

The book was released early on the 28th of October, because of worries Hurricane Sandy would mess up our release plans. Our first review on Amazon:
5 Stars
“Absolutely LOVED this story! It was so hard not to fall in love with Jude! The story of Jude, Q and Sabrina was adorable! Such a wonderfully written piece where everyone ends up happy, even if there is a heart breaking moment of separation. I thoroughly enjoyed this story of the dom/sub play, and it truly showed the respect and unconditional love a Dom has for his submissives. A fantastic read!”
Kayla-Marie

Excerpt from The Dom with a Safe Word by Cari Silverwood, Leia Shaw, and Sorcha Black

Here’s an excerpt where Sabrina has found herself bent over and pinned facedown to a table by Jude.

Jude lifted his hand from her lower back and the spot felt suddenly cold. She almost complained but caught herself. No way would she give any indication she enjoyed this. When his hand came down again, she could tell he was gathering handfuls of her dress. Inexorably, like the raising of the curtain on a stage, he was hauling it up.

Then the hand dragging up her dress switched from hard and heavy, to a lighter grasp. Q had taken over the task while Jude went back to holding her down at neck and lower back. Her dress was staying on. The threat of sudden, terrible nakedness was gone.

Yet that hold of Jude’s on her – so firm, unrelenting, and male. His calluses rubbed her nape. He’d shown her such consideration without relinquishing a single bit of control. And without him speaking a word to her, she felt their connection sink in, from where his palm touched her skin, and spread through her flesh.

The hem of the dress reached her upper thighs. Trembling, she adjusted her grip on the tablecloth, and put her forehead to the cloth. If they looked, they’d see her thong was drenched.

A touch of cool night air hit her bared ass. So vulnerable.

Q came into her vision again. She looked down at Sabrina curiously.

Maybe she could appeal to her too-nice side.

“Q,” she said in a small voice. “Just…just be nice.”

Q smiled. A good sign, right? “I don’t think you really want me to be nice, little girl.”

Learn more about Cari Silverwood at her website.

 

BDSM Excerpt Week – Vicktor Alexander

Oct 7, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, BDSM Excerpt Week, guest blogger

Tate Pack Memorial by Vicktor Alexander

Blurb:

Sometimes finding your mate comes with a price.

And sometimes that prices may be just a little too high.

Zander Laskaris has spent most of his life looking for his mate. Joining his brothers Zathan and Zavier, he joins the Tate Pack still hoping to one day find the man created to be his for eternity. The man who will be all he’s ever hoped for and all he’ll ever need.

Former soldier Devontae Robinson doesn’t want his mate. He doesn’t think he deserves him. After enlisting in the Army with his friends Derik and Lewis, Devontae returns home to the Tate Ranch under a medical discharge… and with the body of one of his friends in a coffin. He’s haunted by war, by rumors, by the information that he’s received about someone kidnapping paranormals and selling them on the slave market. He wants to curl up and die, not find the one man not only able to heal his heart and help him heal but to get him to fly again, but giving him the anchor he so desperately needs.

These two men will discover that Fate always knows best and that sometimes, in order to truly experience the freedom of flying, one must first give up control.

Excerpt

Devontae now stood before him completely nude, and Zander licked his lips at the delicious spread before him. He couldn’t wait to taste every inch of the younger man’s skin. He wanted every drop of sweat and cum in his mouth, on his cock at that very moment. More than that, he wanted to see his marks on the smaller man’s skin. Zander’s had shook slightly as he smoothed his hand over the unmarked skin of his future lover’s body. He held onto his usual control by a hangnail, breathing deeply so that he didn’t hurt his bunny by shoving his cock into the younger man without adequate preparation. He knew that some misguided Doms and subs thought that those with darker skin tones had to be hit harder to have marks appear on their skin. That was a fallacy. Zander had lived as a Dom for a long time, and he knew exactly how to get his marks to appear on the darker man’s skin. A few well-placed lashes with his flogger or his hand and his marks would be there, on Devontae’s skin, where they belong.

“On your knees, Bunny,” he commanded the smaller man.

Devontae dropped to his knees immediately, his eyes beginning to glaze over, pleading as he looked up at Zander. Devontae silently begged Zander to take control, to possess him and dominate him. It made Zander feel about twenty feet tall. He felt his shoulders roll back, and his eyes closed with the sensual scent of his mate’s surrender and submission as it spread over his senses and infused his every organ.

“Mmmm. Your surrender tastes delicious, bunny,” he praised as he ran his hand over the younger man’s closely cropped hair. The tight, black curls felt like the softest cotton underneath his palm. Zander knew that he would have Devontae grow his hair out so that he had enough to grab as he fucked the smaller man’s face. The thought of his cock in his mate’s mouth made him groan softly, and he looked down at the other man as Devontae looked up at him with trust shining in his eyes and a deep sadness that Zander was determined to remove.

“Choose a safe word, bunny,” Zander instructed his mate, reinforcing the term of endearment with the smaller man.

“A-a s-safe word? What’s that?” Devontae questioned.

“It’s a word or phrase that you will remember and say if I go too far or you want me to stop what I’m doing,” he explained. “And when we are in a scene—a scene is what we do when I am dominating you and you have turned over your control to me,” he stated, having noticed the look of confusion that swept over Devontae’s face. “When we are in a scene, you will address me as Sir. Understood?” he instructed his trembling mate.

Devontae nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Zander shivered. Gods, those two words sounded beautiful coming from his mate’s lips. He clenched his teeth and fell back on the self-control that was a part of his inherent DNA in order to prevent himself from spewing his load all over his mate’s face. Stepping back, he pulled off his black cotton tee and unbuttoned his jeans, stopping when he noticed Devontae licking his lips. Hhhmmm…interesting.

Stepping close to the other man, he repeated himself. “Choose a safe word, bunny.”

“F-forty rounds,” Devontae stuttered, his eyes darkening with lust.

Zander nodded his head, wondering if that phrase had connections to Fort Jackson where the younger man had done basic training with his friends.

“Forty rounds. Very good. Now.” He stepped close enough that the bulge of his erection, trapped behind the zipper of his jeans, pressed against his mate’s lips. “I want you to unzip my jeans with your teeth.”

“Yes Sir,” Devontae answered immediately, leaning his head forward, grabbing the zipper tab with his teeth, and pulling it down slowly.

Zander looked down at the top of his mate’s head, grinning when he noticed that without being told his mate had assumed a completely submissive pose. Devontae kneeled before him, nude, his hands clasped behind him, his head up, but his eyes down.

“You are a very good sub, bunny,” Zander praised.

“Thank you, Sir,” Devontae whispered, practically glowing under the compliment.

“Now I want you to stand up and I want you to kneel down and lean over the spanking bench over there,” Zander directed, pointing to the padded bench.

Devontae gracefully stood to his feet and walked over to the spanking bench, lying over the padding, pulling his knees up onto the padded restraints and laying his head forward. Zander pulled his cock and balls out of the top of his boxer briefs and pulled the flaps of his jeans apart. Walking over, he grabbed Devontae’s legs and began putting them into the restraints. He pulled the restraints tight across the bottom of the other man’s knees and then across Devontae’s legs. Walking around the bench, he placed the smaller man’s hands in the cuff that lay attached to the front of the spanking bench.

Zander placed his hand underneath his mate’s chin and lifted Devontae’s head to look into the other man’s eyes. Seeing no fear, he gave him a small smile and then let go of Devontae’s chin, proud when the smaller man immediately dropped his head again. Drifting his hand across the back of his mate’s neck, Zander walked toward his wall of whips and floggers and pulled off his favorite—specially designed black and red—velvet flogger, custom made to fit his hand. Walking back toward his mate’s feet, Zander drifted the strands of his whip down his lover’s back and over his large, rounded ass, grinning at the shiver that wracked the other man’s frame.

“Fifteen lashes, love. Count them off,” he instructed.

“Yes, Sir,” Devontae immediately answered.

Pulling his hand back, Zander delivered the first blow. The sound of air through the strands of the flogger making his cock throb and as it connected with the flesh of Devontae’s ass, he moaned along with the black man.

“One, Sir.”



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