Size Matters

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Trey is a natural submissive, but no one wants to take on a blind man. When Trey and Lucien hit it off, it could be the answer to Trey’s prayers.

When Lucien meets his favorite author at a book signing, he's surprised to discover the man is not only blind, but much younger than he’d expected. He’s even more surprised to discover that Trey shares a passion of his—BDSM.

Trey loves his life as a horror mystery writer, but it is a lonely one. Immediately drawn to Lucien, he’s surprised and intrigued when Lucien ferrets out his interests in certain aspects of BDSM right from the start.

Is Lucien exactly who Trey’s been waiting for, or is it too good to be true?

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Trey took his guide dog Happy out, heading to the coffee shop at the corner. It was quiet there, especially late at night, and he knew Sarah and Anthony, the owners, would make sure he was taken care of. It was the one place he felt comfortable going on his own, thanks to them.

Hey, Trey!” Sarah called out as he hit the door. “How’s it going?”

Good. Good. Caramel latte, love?”

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You got it. We’ve got a piece of caramel crunch pie left, too.”

Oh, rock on. Thanks.”

He sat, put one of his earbuds in, and checked his emails. There was one from the guy with the pretty voice, thanking him for signing. He answered with—

You’re welcome, man. Good to meet you.

It had been his first book signing, and it had gone okay. The guy with the pretty voice had been good-looking if Allison’s fluttering about him afterward was anything to go by. She’d described him as tall, dark and perfect. His voice had been…liquid velvet was pretty fucking cheesy. Still, it was true.

Velvety soft and rich and…whoa. Okay. Okay. No springing wood. The guy had asked him out for coffee in that voice…

His email binged.

Nice to meet you too. I meant it, about the coffee.

Trey chuckled.

I managed to get myself a cup.

Lucien’s reply didn’t take long to arrive.

You’re going to make me come right out and say it, aren’t you? I’m more interested in you than in coffee.

I don’t know you from Job.

Trey wanted to, though. The idea of it both thrilled and scared him. More thrilled, if he were being honest.

Thus the coffee.

He chuckled at that.

I guess so. I have to be careful, you know?

I get that, I do. But if we could do coffee at the place of your choice. What can I do in a public place?

Yeah. I have a good place here. Safe. Folks know me.

There you go. Invite me over.

Earthscape Java on Cornell.

Oh, God. Oh, God, what had he done?

I’ll be there in twenty.

Twenty. That gave Trey time to go home, to bail. He really didn’t want to. He should, though, right?

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Shaving

Cord is into shaving, finding it an intimate act, especially how a sub really needs to trust him to let him near his face and neck with a very sharp straight razor. Some years ago, Cord’s sub, Liam, left him, not willing to even try a full-body shave. Ever since, Cord’s been spending his Friday nights at the club, shaving subs for their Masters. It isn’t the same as having a boy of his own, but at least he gets to work his magic with the straight razor.

One evening, Liam unexpectedly sends Cord a drink, and Cord finds himself drawn to the back booth where his former sub is sitting. Cord never stopped caring for Liam, and now there’s something different about Liam, something intriguing.

Could this be a new beginning for Cord and Liam?

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I sit back in my booth, sipping at my margarita as I watch the action at the club. I’ve had a good evening. Three beards and two heads. The last sub, Dalton, was very grateful and making eyes at me, but I know that Vic has his sights on the boy and that bald head is going to make Dalton even more appealing to Vic.

I take another mouthful of the margarita, the lime and tequila perfect on my tongue. I’m relaxed and easy as I always am after an evening of shaving. I know it’s an odd fascination, but there’s something about baring a man, giving him nothing to hide behind that turns me on, makes me hot. And yes, brings me peace.

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What I really want is a boy of my own, someone who will let me bare every single inch of skin. Someone who will let me expose them entirely. That trust would be…fucking amazing.

Last week, I had a pair who asked me to shave the sub’s hole. It had stunned me. The master had MS, hands shaking too badly to do it himself, but they trusted me. It had been mind blowing to be a part of that with them. Good for all three of us.

How’s your drink, Cord?” Cedric grins at me, interrupting my musings, and pushes another along my table. “This one’s from the guy who’s been watching you for days in the far back.”

Someone’s been watching me for days?” I haven’t noticed anyone watching. On the other hand, while I’m shaving, I tend to get pretty wrapped up in it—there’s a lot I wouldn’t notice.

I lean over, trying to get a look at my watcher. There’s a shadow in the back, but that’s it. Just a shadow. It has to be a sub—a master wouldn’t be so shy. I raise my glass in his direction and sit back. I don’t look in his direction again, although now I can sense him, watching me. Staring at me. It’s not exactly unnerving, but it certainly has messed with my Zen.

Do you want me to get rid of him?” Cedric is a good man and great bartender. He’s also a friend.

Nah. I won’t take another drink from him through you, though.” I will consider taking another one if it’s delivered in person, but I don’t play the kind of cat and mouse game this sub seems to be looking for. If he won’t even show himself, how am I to know if I’m interested or not?

You got it. What do you want me to tell the server to tell him?”

That if he wants something, he should come and ask for it.” That should be clear enough.

You got it.”

Thanks, Cedric.”

I relax back into my corner again and focus back on the subs I worked on earlier. I remember shaving the second sub’s head. The man had such an interestingly shaped skull… If he’d been mine, I would have traced it with my fingers, held it in my palms, stroked it, explored it.

A gentle touch to my elbow surprises me, and I come face to face with Gerry, one of the servers. “Sir? There’s a man in the back. He asked me to give you this.” He hands me a piece of paper, the handwriting surprisingly familiar.

The note says, You still look amazing. L.

L.

Liam.

My Liam.

My sub. My boy.

The one who got away, although maybe ran away would be more accurate. I asked too much of him, and he left me for it. Not because I’d asked, but because he’d believed it was something I needed, and he knew he couldn’t give it to me. I only needed him to try, for me.

But why is he here now, buying me drinks and sending me notes?

My eyes go to the back corner again. It’s him. I think it’s him. No, it is him.

I’m up and heading right for him without even thinking about it. He’s hiding in the corner, face down as he types on his phone. Is there even a real text, or is he just pretending to be unaware that I’m coming to him?

I sit down across from him, and he looks up, eyes as light blue and bright as ever.

And just like that it all comes rushing back. The need to shave him, head to toe and all points in between. The need to lay him bare before me. For him to give me that trust. I wanted it all, and I still do. I want to shave him bald; I want to take his eyebrows and his facial hair, so there is nowhere for him to hide.

My prick has gone hard as nails just at the thought of it, just at the sight of those beautiful eyes. Anyone who says the sub has no power in a Dom/sub relationship has obviously never been in one. Liam has and always has had, the most amazing power over me.

You do, you know.” He says it as if his note has started a conversation, and he is continuing it. “You’re still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

I shake my head because I have eyes, and he is right here in front of me. “Then you must never look in the mirror.”

I don’t.” Liam has a little beard, a moustache, hair curling around his ears.

My fingers itch to be holding my straight razor, to bare him for me right here and now. Has he grown the facial hair so that I have somewhere to begin?

I lick my lips. “Why are you here, Li?”

I still love you, and I can’t figure out how to live without you.”

The blunt words hit me like punches. They’re just like Liam, though. He thought he needed his hair to hide behind, but with it or without it, he has always been straightforward with me.

Liam sits there still, in a way he’s never been before, eyes on his beer that he hasn’t even touched.

So what are you going to do about it, boy?” I have to ask it—he’s the one who left me, after all.

Do any of the other boys mean anything to you?” He still isn’t looking at me, but he isn’t fidgeting, that lack of connection the only thing telling me how nervous he is at our meeting.

If any of them were special to me, I’d be sitting with them.” It’s the honest truth. I’ve had offers, plenty of them. But I have felt a special connection—the connection I’m looking for—with not one of them.

That’s fair.”

I am sitting with you.” I know my corollary is clear.

I miss you.” So sure, so calm—my Liam isn’t calm. He never was.

I’ve missed you, too.” Does this mean he wants to be together again? Does it mean he’s at least willing to try for me?

I won’t put words in his mouth; my heart can’t afford for me to make assumptions over what he’s doing here.

I don’t have anything else planned. I was just going to sit and watch again.” Again. He’s been here before, watching me shave.

I imagine I’m done for the night. There’s usually not much call for me after ten.” My shaving is more like a pre-show. The hardcore stuff tends to go down a little later in the evening, the lighter stuff earlier. We’re in the lull period between them.

Are you bare anywhere?” I need to know.

He shakes his head. “No. No, that was yours.”

Was?” It still is mine, if I’m reading him correctly. But again, I need him to be explicit about things. I want to hear from his mouth that he wants me, that he needs what only I can give him.

He clears his throat. “I mean, I couldn’t let anyone else touch me.”

At all?” Dare I hope? Has he been celibate since he left me?

At all.” He has.

I take a deep breath, my cock jerking against my pants. It’s more than I could have hoped for, but maybe what I’ve dreamed if I’m being very honest with myself. “That’s a long time to be without touch.”

I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time when you were the one I needed.”

My heart begins to pound at his words. “Then why didn’t you come see me sooner?” Why did he go in the first place? And is he really saying what I think he’s saying? Does he really want to come back? To me? To us?

I was ashamed. I was scared. I was stupid, prideful. Drunk. Take your pick.”

I chuckle—I can’t help it. “You’ve been drunk for more than three years?”

I just got out of rehab.”

Rehab? I look at the beer, but it hasn’t been touched. God, sitting in a bar has to be like penance, and he’s come back at least twice, if not more times.

I reach over and wrap my hand around his; I need the connection of touch. “I didn’t know.” Why didn’t I know he had a problem?

He meets my eyes, not hiding from me now. “I didn’t tell you.”

I squeeze his hand again. “Now I understand why you wouldn’t even try to let me bare you—you had secrets.” God, my boy. My strong, brave boy. It breaks my heart and makes me proud, all at once. He was hiding and now he’s come out into the light. “I have my razors with me, and the small stage is still empty. I could do something about all that fuzz on your face.” Any more than that is private, and we’ll do it at home. Oh, I want to show him off, shave him head to toe for everyone to see. But not the first time. Not the time I make him mine for good.

I take a deep breath and force myself to be calm; I might be getting ahead of myself. Of course, that’s what the offer of public shaving is for, isn’t it? To test the waters. To see if our desires have a meeting place, to see if he’s here because he wants to be mine, or if I’m only a stage in his healing.

If you want me, I’m yours.” There isn’t a single waver in his voice; he is speaking the truth.

I want you.” I have no doubts about that. I wanted him years ago; I still want him now. I nod toward the small stage. “You have five minutes to prepare and meet me there.”

Liam doesn’t reply in words, but he bobs his head, answers me in an almost forgotten gesture.

I give his hand one last squeeze and get up to get my kit, to get set up. Find the right mindset. At the moment, excitement is rolling through me. My Liam is here, wanting me. I can’t fucking believe it.

I grab my kit and ask Cedric for two tall glasses of water to be delivered to the small stage. Then I hand over my ceramic bowl. It’s all I can do to keep my hands from shaking, to keep the eagerness from bleeding through into my voice. “And I need this filled with hot water.”

Sure, man. You got another client?”

No. I have a Liam.”

Cedric’s eyes went wide. “Like your Liam?”

I grin, knowing it’s more than a little wild, but the excitement needs to leak out somewhere. “Yes. Exactly like that.”

Oh, man. Oh, I’ll get your water and keep my fingers crossed.” Cedric is a good friend indeed.

Thank you, Cedric, I appreciate that.” I can feel that I’m still smiling like a loon. I can’t help myself, though. I have missed Liam with a physical pain.

We have so much to discuss, so much to deal with. So many questions to answer. But first, we have this. I’ll shave his beard and his moustache away, reveal the pale lines I love so much.

And I know him; I know that he grew them for me, to give me a place to start. He’s developed patience in our time away from each other—an intensity—and he has returned with intent.

I make my way over to the little stage. It’s only a foot or so off the ground, and the chair I like to use is still there, waiting for Liam to sit. There’s a much grander stage near the center of the room, but here is where I like to ply my trade. Here is where I find a quiet peace while shaving men for their masters. Here is where Liam and I will begin to come together again.

Liam is perfectly on time, not a moment late, not a second early. He has his button up shirt off, just his undershirt and jeans on, his big blue eyes staring at me.

God, he looks good. He’s been working out—not bodybuilder working out or anything like that, but his muscles are well-defined, and he’s clearly fit. There isn’t an ounce of extra weight on him, and it pays testament to the new discipline he’s found in his life. A new discipline that has brought him back to me.

Smiling at him, I nod toward the chair. It is time.

His motions are steady, relaxed. This calm man fascinates me. He’s both achingly familiar and new, all at the same time.

I’m not going to let you hide secrets from me anymore. You understand that?” I’m going to bare him completely—and not just physically.

Liam nods once. “I understand.”

Good boy.”

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Service

This is the second time around for Master Simeon and Derek. The two men broke up a couple of months ago, but they just couldn’t entirely let go of each other.

Knowing there’s a strong connection between them, Simeon suggests a long weekend for them to try again - Four days, full on submission, exploring Derek’s need for service to be a large part of their relationship.

Can they make it work this time? Or will Monday evening find them going their separate ways once again?

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I am unaccountably nervous.

I suppose it’s a testament to how important this long weekend is. Derek and I are going to give it another go. We’ve only been apart about seven weeks and I knew the moment we decided to go our separate ways that I wanted him back. There’s just something about him that makes my heart beat faster, makes me want to be with him.

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We hadn’t even gotten to the moving in stage yet. Hell, we’d only been seeing each other a couple of months when we called it quits. We never ignited that spark, but I’ll be goddamned if it wasn’t there, just waiting to be lit. Then last week we ran into each other on the street and he called me that night, a testament to the fact that I wasn’t the only one wishing things could have been different.

Maybe putting it all on four days isn’t fair, or maybe it’ll set a fire under our asses and force us to get to the heart of the matter.

The knock to my door is quiet, gentle. Tentative.

I take a breath and force myself to calm. I need to be confident. I need to trust my instincts. Both Derek and I see something in each other or we wouldn’t be back here, spending four days together. Nodding to myself, I answer the door.

Derek is right there, already blushing, green eyes so bright. He’s in clothes that are easily three sizes too big, bag in hand.

I wish he wouldn’t hide his body. It’s not like he’s a bodybuilder or anything, but he’s slender and he has nice shoulders and abs. And his ass...well. If I wasn’t attracted I wouldn’t have been with him in the first place. He has to know that. Or I have to make him realize it.

Smiling, I open the door wide and give him the universal ‘come on in’ gesture with my arm. Even though we dated for two months and had sex in my bed, he’d never stayed the night here. Nor I at his place. This is going to be a totally new experience for both of us – taking it to the next level as they say.

Simeon. Thank you for inviting me.”

Trust me, it’s my pleasure.” Reaching out, I cup Derek’s cheek. It’s warm, hot almost from that blush, and his skin is smooth. He’s not a terribly hairy guy, but he’s clearly shaved for me and I’m pleased. “Both our pleasures I hope.”

Yes, Sir.” He leans into my hand, resting against my touch for a moment.

The sir makes my heart beat a little faster.

Turning his head, he kisses my palm then straightens. “I brought my bag.”

Good boy. You know where my room is. I cleared the top drawer for you. Unpack and meet me back in the living room. You have five minutes.”

Following orders makes him happy. Him following them makes me happy. I know there’s more for us, but we might as well start with what we know works.

Yes, Sir.” Derek heads into my room, unpacking quickly. My sweet, baby boy.

I try and remember why we broke up. Oh yes, we didn’t think we had enough in common and neither of us thought fantastic sex should be the only reason to stay together. God, we’re stupid. It might not be the only thing keeping us together, but it was enough to keep going and find something else. Hell, I can invent ten or twelve.

I wait patiently—well, I’m impatient, but I don’t let it show—listening to some overtures for trombone. I don’t even bother noting the time—I’m pretty sure he’ll be less than the allotted five minutes. Derek is not into chastisement, that’s not his thing.

Which works for me—the twinks who push and act out for punishment never did turn my crank. You want a spanking? Fucking ask for it.

What Derek craves is activity, service, care. He never asks for it—I don’t know if he even realizes it, but thinking back to our time together, I can tell that’s what he needs.

Before long Derek is back, standing before me. I nod to him, waiting for him to go to his knees in front of me. He kneels, hiding in the baggy clothes and behind the fall of dark hair.

I take a breath and begin, knowing this will build the foundation of our weekend, hell possibly of our entire relationship. “We need to lay out the rules for the next four days. You may speak freely during this discussion.”

Yes, Sir.”

You’ll be naked indoors. There’s a half apron you can wear while cooking and cleaning.” My boy has nothing to be ashamed of. Not a single thing and I won’t have it. I will let him know how much I admire every part of him, both physical and not. “You will serve me this weekend. Cooking, cleaning, feeding me, giving me pleasure. Your care will bring us both peace.”

Derek doesn’t meet my eyes, simply nods.

You will sleep at the bottom of my bed, unless otherwise stated.” I’m pushing it this weekend, but I believe that’s what was missing when we were last together.

Do you even want me here?” he asks.

I don’t hesitate for even a second with my answer. “More than anything.”

Derek nods, sighing softly.

Talk to me, boy.” This isn’t going to work if we can’t be upfront with each other and I need him to be comfortable enough to express his needs.

I want you to want me here.” He sighs again then adds, “To like me.”

Derek, I do. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here. What makes you think I don’t want you here or like you?” Have I already blown it? Have I taken a wrong step somewhere?

I’m just... I feel like you’re acting like I’ve already fucked up.”

You don’t want rules?” I can’t believe that. “Would you prefer we just go free-form?” I hesitate to do so because that’s what led us to breaking up in the first place—just going with the flow.

I don’t know. I…I really need a hug. God, I’m a fuck up. No wonder.” He closed his mouth, his teeth clicking together then continues. “What other rules?”

Someone is so nervous it’s pouring off him. I open my arms. A hug is immanently doable. He pushes up and I hold him tight, wrap him close.

You belong right here, boy.” Above everything else, I want him to know that.

I just want to make you happy and be happy.”

I know. But us just being together without rules, without order, without service, that didn’t work last time, did it?” I just want to find the balance that keeps our boat rocking.

No. No, I’m just nervous,” he admits. “Super nervous.”

I know how to help relax you.”

Smiling I bring our lips together. Derek immediately opens up, melts against me. He tastes good. Like toothpaste and underneath that, there’s my boy. Salty and warm, with an unexpected sweetness. Better. Better.

I forget sometimes that I need to reassure him. It’s not so much that he’s new to this kind of thing, more that he lacks the confidence of a well-topped sub. I need to help him reach that place.

I grab the bottom of his shirt and begin to pull it up. I drag my fingernails along his skin.

No too big clothes,” I growl, repeating the rule regarding his nudity, making sure it sinks in.

It was something I couldn’t change in the time we were together, no matter how much I hinted that I wanted to see him in proper fitting clothes, no matter how much I told him he was sexy.

I strip him bare, his perfect body begging for attention. My hands are eager to give it and I touch him, feeling his little nipples harden under my touch. He arches for me, exhales, his entire expression relaxing.

Our mouths meet again and I push my tongue in, fucking his mouth. My boy submits beautifully, opening up to me.

Once every inch of him is bare to me, I explore it all, touching him everywhere. Better. I grin, hands dragging, and I continue with the rules.

Our third rule will be no cursing.”

Fourth, Sir.”

You’re right, it is the fourth.” I hadn’t been testing him, but I’m pleased he was paying close enough attention he caught my mistake. It tells me that it really was just nerves that made him hesitate, made him question whether I wanted him here or not.

I keep touching him, stroking his body so that he can feel the connection between us.

If there’s anything you want you need to ask me.” We Doms like to pretend we’re all seeing mind readers, but the truth is, we’re just pretty good at evaluating our subs and the best relationship I can have will be one where my lover isn’t afraid to share his needs, his fantasies.

Hell, I can probably figure out what Derek needs most of the time, but those fantasies—they aren’t always clear. We all like to keep that part of ourselves well-hidden. Derek needs to know all of him is safe with me. Every last inch and every single desire.

Yes, Sir. I just want to make this work.”

Me too. I’m pretty sure all that was missing before was proper communication and a deeper trust.”

Derek stares at me. “I tried, I swear I tried.”

I shake my head as I cup his face so he can’t look away. “It takes two to tango, and I was in no way blaming you.”

God, I love the way the air between us is charged, electric. The attraction was always there, but this intensity is new, deeper. This is what I was looking for, what we can build on.

I pull in a deep breath and I’m thrilled that he does, too, like he has to because we’re already that connected.

I hum for him, touch his lips, his ears, his eyelids. Everywhere on his face. I see him. I’m making sure to look this time, and to let him know that I am. By the time I’m done, he’s trembling, shaking in my arms.

His need is intoxicating, his cock hard for me now, begging for my attention. I’m not going to touch his prick, though. This will all be easier if he’s needing.

Anything else before we begin, boy?”

No, Sir. No. We haven’t begun?”

We’re setting ground rules before we begin.”

Okay.” He’s staring at me. I can read the trust there and I can see how much he wants me, too.

I’m ready and I know he is, too. “Then let’s begin right now.”

I take his mouth, start us off with a deep, hungry kiss. His lips open, easy as anything, beautiful and eager. I play with his tongue, sliding mine along it, tangling them together. I love how he tastes, how he feels. I know I’m going to love how he serves.

COLLAPSE

Secrets, Skin, and Leather

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Part of the Secret Series series:
  • Secrets, Skin, and Leather

Scott Daley is a high-powered executive by day, but by night he plays on the fetish scene. He keeps his two lives scrupulously separate, not wanting his clients to have any idea what he gets up to. Afraid it might ruin him, Dal keeps his wild child side firmly in the closet.

So when Dillon, a distant business associate, sees Dal at a club one night, things take a dangerous, and exciting turn. Dillon invites Dal to what he thinks is a business meeting, but it turns into a weekend of debauchery that sets off a torrid affair. Meeting whenever they can, high-powered Dillon and ambitious Dal explore all the ways they can love each other, living just enough on the edge to get a thrill.

And maybe get caught. When things go sour, Dal hits the road, running as far away as he can, trying to figure out how to minimize the damage to his life and his career. Dillon isn't quite ready to let him go, though, and sets out to get Dal back. Can Dillon convince Dal that some secrets are worth letting out of the bag?

This steamy Sean Michael Classic creates an exciting world where business meets pleasure and all of the games have high stakes.

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Secret Skin Wrapped in Ribbons

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Dillon and Dal from Secrets, Skin and Leather are back for two smoking hot short stories.

In Secret Skin, Dillon's attending a dreadfully dull cocktail party when their host introduces him to dour, no nonsense businessman Scott Daly. However, Dillon needs no introduction, for he knows, and shares, Scott Daly's secret. The evening is suddenly looking much brighter, if only the two men can escape the soiree and keep their secret intact.

Next up is Wrapped in Ribbons. Dillon and Dal spend every Christmas at a house on the beach, but they never spend very much time in the sand. This year, Dillon has dark red silk ribbon to wrap Dal up in and he can't think of a better Christmas gift for either of them.

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Screwdrivers

Want to catch up with what three of the Hammer Club’s most popular couples are getting up to? Then the nine stories this anthology featuring Marcus and Jim, Billy and Montana, and Simon and Jeremy are for you.

The stories in this anthology have been previously published on their own and include: Groceries, Deck the Sub, Water and Steel, Hands Tied, Market Day, Tanny and the Cage, Heaven Sent, Brownies, and New Legs, New Year.

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Scales

Book Cover: Scales
Part of the Shifter Rescue series:

Sometimes life gives you something magical - if Drill can rescue a dragon that is.

The Old Tavern Club is a front for a shifter rescue organization. The BDSM club works well in keeping the owner's true purpose secret, but when Pirou makes an unusual rescue, it might just be beyond the club's purview. So he calls in Drill, the owner's brother.

Drill has never even heard of a dragon shifter before, much less seen one, yet that's exactly what the beast in the club's basement looks like. As he works with the dragon, he finds all his instincts insisting that this is the sub he's been looking for.

Can Drill and the dragon rescue a happy ending for themselves?

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Drill headed into the Old Tavern Club, the subtle BDSM club that was the front for his brother Drongo's shifter rescue operation. Having members who needed discretion and wouldn't blab themselves if they saw weird things made the place legit and let them offer safe places for their rescues to stay. Only a handful of people who worked in the club knew what was really going on.

He smiled at the twink working the coat check tonight. He'd had that ass a time or two. Over his knee, around his cock. As a part of his cover as a club member, of course.

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Heading for the bar, he smiled at Fargo. "Whiskey, neat. And tell Pirou I'm here, please." Here as requested, summoned almost, although Pirou would never, ever admit to anything so... toppy.

"You got it. How's life treating you, man?"

"Good. I'm building a third golf course on the far side of the city." He made a good living with the golf courses, and the best part was that they practically ran themselves, giving him a lot of time for his true passion -- helping with the shifters that made their way here.

It was Pirou who answered him, Fargo fading away to the other end of the bar. "Excellent. I'm glad to hear it." There were heavy lines of worry on Pirou's face and they looked totally out of place.

The slinky kitty worked hard, but Drill knew he loved his job, was happiest working at it, helping people.

Reaching out, he touched Pirou's cheek. "So why did you call me down here?"

"I need help." Pirou was usually far more loquacious than that.

"I figured that much out, sweet kitty. I'll be needing more details." In the end, though, he imagined he'd help Pirou, just because it was Pirou.

"Come walk with me?"

Oh, it must be bad. He picked up the whiskey Fargo had brought and downed it. "Okay, lead on."

Pirou took his hand, fingers sliding on his, touching and playing.

He brought their hands to his mouth, kissing Pirou's knuckles. "You're buttering me up."

"I'm worried. I'm in big trouble with the boss."

He found that hard to believe, given that Pirou was the soul of the Old Tavern Club. "What did you do?"

"You know how, sometimes, I find an unusual rescue and bring it in even though it's not our usual werewolf or werekitty?"

Something like constantly? Pirou was the softest touch on Earth and had contacts everywhere. Like he was almost scarily connected.

"I have heard you have a hobby, yes." Drill teased gently. His brother often said that he had a theory that Pirou went out of his way looking for the hard cases, for the strange beasts.

"Well, I have one downstairs. He's... special. Like for real. Like oh, my God."

"They aren't all special?" He wasn't teasing anymore -- it was an honest question. He could remember the lion Pirou had taken in, the poor thing so bedraggled and abused no one had thought he'd live. No one except Pirou, who had nursed the beast back to health. Then there'd been the zebra. Talk about high-strung. They weren't really equipped to deal with equine shifters, didn't have anyone qualified to help them. Pirou had made it happen.

"Yeah, but most of them are normal special. Not about-to-get-me-fired special."

"Okay, okay, you did it -- I'm intrigued now." Because Drill couldn't imagine anything that would make Drongo fire his beloved Pirou.

"He's in the basement. He's sedated. I'm scared to let him wake up."

"You're making him sound like a serial killer."

"God, I hope not." Pirou's fervent words made him even more intrigued.

They headed past the kitchen, deep into the basement. It was clean, but... uncomfortable. Underground was far away from the air, from the sky and clouds.

Drill wrinkled his nose. "A vampire?"

"No. No, he's... Here. It's easier to just show you. I won't open the door, in case he's awake."

Drill pressed his nose against the window in the door, but it was dark and he couldn't see anything. Before he could complain, Pirou pressed a button and a light came on highlighting a shape draped over the mattress, which was the only furniture the room boasted.

Long tail, wings like a bat, pointed snout, sapphire-blue scales. Whoa.

"Pirou... That's... he's... a dragon." Drill was stunned.

"Uh-huh."

"Why is he here?" There had to be a reason the dragon was one of Pirou's special projects and sedated. Hell, Drill hadn't even known there was such a thing as a dragon shifter. No, he hadn't even known there was such a thing as a dragon. They were a thing of legends.

"The slavers had him. My contact said that they hadn't managed to get him to wake yet."

"Slavers!" That made him growl. "So you don't know if he's even sane or not, let alone a shifter."

"I don't know anything except that he's a dragon and he needs help," Pirou admitted.

"And you want me to help him and find out as much as I can before you have to tell my brother what you've done."

"Uh-huh. Please."

"You're lucky I like you, Pirou." Drill went to the door. "I'm going in."

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Sammy’s Place

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Part of the Between Friends series:
  • Sammy's Place

The boys from the Between Friends series are back!

Sammy has the worst luck with men, and too often it shows on his face, or his body. His best friend Jason worries about him, and finally convinces Sammy to come stay with him and his lover, Harry. Sammy hates feeling like a failure, but he doesn't know what else to do.

Peter has been Harry's best friend for a lot of years, but somehow he's never managed to meet Sammy. When he does, he knows just what Sammy needs, and he's surprised to find that he wants to be the one to give it to the beautiful young man.

Sammy's not so sure. He likes Peter, a lot, but he's messed up every relationship he's ever had, except for his friendship with Jason. Peter's pretty convincing, though, especially when he ramps up the BDSM lifestyle that Sammy craves.

Between Harry, who's worried that his old friend Peter is no better than Sammy's other men, and Sammy's ex-boyfriend, who isn't willing to let go, Sammy and Peter face one challenge after another. Can they find a way to make their love work, or will Sammy walk away from the best thing he's ever found?

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Royal Flush

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Three years ago, Royal played slave to Mike’s Master while working undercover in the leather community, and their relationship has never recovered. After a perp’s accusation of impropriety, Royal and Mike decide taking early retirement with a pension is easier than fighting false charges. Nursing his wounds in a bar, Royal’s interrupted by a man from his past, from the very time when things with Mike started disintegrating.

Big, bald, and tattooed, Bone is a piercer with confidence and attitude to spare. He can’t believe his luck, spotting Royal at the bar. Here’s Bone’s chance at the man he’s wanted since giving Royal a very intimate piercing for an undercover stint. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring,” he challenges Royal, hoping the man will not only take this bet, but the next one as well. In fact, Bone is betting their future happiness on it.

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Royal sat at the bar and watched the whiskey swirl in his glass, the ice cubes clinking together, the scent of the liquor like spoiled cologne.

Fuck.

This shit sucked, so hard.

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Ten years of working on the force. Eight years of working homicide. Three years deep undercover. Shit, he was the bastard who had helped collar Newt Lansome, the Craft Killer, and it only took one bad collar. One asshole swearing Royal had fudged with evidence and he…

Fuck.

Resign and keep your pension, or you and your partner can both get eaten alive by the fucking IA bastards.

It figured he had enough feelings, stupid as they were, about Mike that he’d agreed to the deal. Hell, he thought Mike was probably tickled. They’d never recovered from their last heavy case… Sure, Mike had known Royal was gay, but the undercover case had slammed it home to Mike in a way Royal’s former partner had obviously not wanted to know.

Royal shook his head, knocked back the booze, hoping it would ease things a bit.

A shadow fell over him and a low sexy chuckle sounded. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring.”

What?” Surely no one was talking to him. Not here.

The guy leaned against the bar next to him, muscled body appearing, face coming into view. The guy was completely bald. There were about a dozen piercings in one ear, the other one empty. And tattoos… Royal could see a dragon’s head coming up over one shoulder, looking right at him from the dude’s neck.

I said I bet you’re still wearing my ring.”

Bone. The piercer. The fucking stud of a piercer who’d put a ring in Royal’s cock.

Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus.

Royal had been Collin then, and Mike had been Louis. Master Louis and his boy. Mike, who was the straightest man on earth, had been inadvertently fulfilling Royal’s dirtiest fantasies.

Well?”

Jesus. Bone’s smile was wicked.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Royal’s cock and the ring embedded in the tip bobbed in his jeans.

Bone chuckled. “I’ll put money on it, man.”

Look, I don’t…” Royal didn’t look the same. He couldn’t. He had a beard now, hair shaggy and loose, and he wasn’t being the needy, kinky bottom boy.

A hundred bucks says I’m right. Two seconds in the men’s, and it’s yours if I’m barking up the wrong tree.” That wicked smile flashed again. “But I’m not.”

What do you want, man?” Royal couldn’t win that bet, so he wouldn’t take it.

He remembered watching Bone hold his cock, pierce it, slid the thick ring through his slit. Mike had thrown up afterward, just disgusted. Royal hadn’t thrown up, though. He hadn’t even wanted to.

You’re pricklier than I remember.”

Things have changed.” Royal had changed. The whole fucking world had changed.

You still on the job?” Bone had known. He’d been the one who’d told them what piercings a slave might have.

No.” Bone had been their source, had taught them how to behave. Royal hadn’t been sure Mike would ever look at him again.

So take the bet. We can change the terms. If you’re still wearing it, you give me a blow job; if you aren’t, I’ll give you one.”

Well, fuck. He just… Fuck. “How about double or nothing?”

Sure.” Bone grinned, the look wicked. “I bet you want to give me that blow job.”

And I bet you want to be on your knees for me. What’s the challenge?” He’d had just enough whiskey to be stupid.

You’re the one who wanted to go double or nothing. You name the challenge.”

Arm wrestling?”

Bone snorted, shook his head. “How about I bet I can make you come without touching you? I do it; you come be my slut for the weekend. I don’t… You get whatever you want.”

Whatever I want?” That was a pretty big fucking bet.

Bone looked him up and down, licked his lips. “Whatever you want.”

Okay.” He’d jacked off this morning, and shit, he wasn’t in that oh-do-me-now space, so yeah. Yeah. He could hang with this.

Bone held out his hand, and they shook.

Shit, the man’s hand was big. Hot. It had touched him, intimately. God, as soon as he got his blowjob, he was going home and hiding.

Bone let go slowly and signaled for a beer. “You want to do this here, or at a private booth?”

I drink here a lot, man. We’ll sit in the back.”

Lead the way. Your ass will be my inspiration.”

Royal snorted, grabbed his whiskey, and headed into the back. “What brings you in this dive, man?” He’d never seen Bone here before.

One big shoulder shrugged. “I had an urge.”

An urge.” Huh. The place was almost empty, only a few barflies hanging around.

Yep.” Bone lounged in the seat across from him. “I’ve learned to follow my instincts.”

You still working at the Needle and Pin?”

I am. You still get off on being on your knees for your master?”

No. No, that was only for the case. Just undercover work. I’m not on the force anymore.” And no one could know he got off on it. No one.

You already told me you weren’t on the job anymore. And no one who subs as well as you do was only doing it for a case.”

I was a good cop.” He wasn’t talking about this.

One of Bone’s eyebrows went up. “I never said you weren’t.”

Whatever. I’m not a sub. It was a job. Nothing personal.” Nothing real. Mike hadn’t once sprung wood. Not once.

It could be, though. It could be very personal.”

Royal’s cheeks heated, and he sipped at his whiskey. He wasn’t ever going there, not again.

Why are you pretending the thought doesn’t turn you on? Why do you fight it so hard?”

I’m not turned on.” Why the fuck would he be turned on? “Man, you don’t know me.”

No? I held your cock in my hand, Royal. I put a ring in the tip. I gave you accessories to go with it. Did you ever play with them? Once the ring was healed?”

How do you know my name?”

You signed the consent form, and you used your real name, not your undercover name. And I never forget a face. Or a prick.”

Fuck, Royal was off-balance, and he just wanted this done, just wanted Bone to suck him dry.

And yours is particularly beautiful. I wanted to know what it would taste like on my tongue. If your partner hadn’t been there, I’d have taken you down, taken the load you were so desperate to unload.”

His partner had been there, though, and the man hadn’t wanted him.

I wanted to see you, Royal, kneeling for me. Covered in my marks. Shaved for me.” Bone leaned in, stared at him. “Wearing my ink, my rings, hole filled and spread.”

Royal blinked, swallowed. Fuck.

I hated knowing that another man owned your submission, even if it wasn’t real. I wanted it to be real with me.”

It wasn’t real.” He wasn’t into that, not for real. Only for the job.

It could be. You could be tied spread eagle to my bed, a ring around your prick, mine in your mouth, fucking your lips.” Bone’s voice was low and growly, husky.

Royal shook his head, but Bone went on. “You could be cuffed to my chair while I fuck your cock, while I pierce your nipples. Naked and bound in the corner of the shop, my own sweet little pain slut, your cock chained to a ring on the floor.”

Oh, fuck. He slammed back his drink. Focus. Focus.

Oh, you like that idea, do you? You should have played with the accessories I gave you. You should have put the plug in your slit, the one that attaches to the ring. You should have come back and gotten a ladder, begged me to slowly slide the bars into your cock.”

It wasn’t going to happen. No way. He shifted in his seat.

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Robin and Sam

When Master Renard sees Robin and Sam on the night's auction block, he decides he must have them and makes a pre-emptive bid, wanting them in his playroom sooner than later. He's intrigued by the two boys who look so different and by the idea of having two boys at once to dominate.

Are they destined to find pleasure and happiness all together, or is this magical week going to end in tears?

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Robin looked at Sam, who looked back, wide-eyed. "You're sure you want to do this, Sam?"

His best friend and lover nodded, took his hand and squeezed. "We... we do it for a week. One week. Hard-core submission with a professional. We can handle it."

Robin swallowed hard. "What if we can't?"

"We can."

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"What if it's awful?" They'd tried topping each other, tried meeting dominant men online, and tried the bars. It had all been a disaster.

"What if it's perfect?"

Sam tugged his little goatee. Robin had been letting everything grow while Sam was all trimmed and coifed, just in case someone had a little shaving fetish. They were studies in opposites -- he was as Mexican as they came, while Sam's parents were both Irish and had given their son the green eyes, porcelain skin and red hair that came with it. He was a little bulkier than Sam -- Sam was a little taller. Everyone assumed he was the boss, but Sam made decisions for them, as a rule. They'd both taken a week off work at their tech jobs and signed up at the Shibari Auction House.

God. This was crazy.

"It's going to be so hot, Robin." Sam kissed his nose, grinned. "So fucking amazing."

"Uh-huh." Hot or disastrous.

There was a soft knock on the door and it opened. Yves, the tall, skinny man who'd signed them up, poked his head in. "I have a proposition for you."

Sam's head tilted and he stood, smoothing his jeans. "A proposition?"

"Yes. We put up the auction notice for this evening and an offer came in for the two of you. Two hundred thousand dollars, take it or leave it. Meaning it's a one-time offer. This bidder won't be at the auction this evening. But if you'd prefer to take your chances at the auction, that's your choice."

"Two hundred..."

Sam gaped. "Thousand? Did you say two hundred thousand?"

"Dollars?" Robin added. It was important.

Yves smiled. "Yes, indeed. And that is minus the Auction House's percentage. It's a nice chunk of change for a week's time. Should I leave you to discuss the matter?"

They both shook their heads and answered in tandem. "We'll take it."

"Excellent." Yves opened the laptop he'd been holding and set it down on the table. "I'll let the bidder know and the money will be transferred to your account immediately."

"'Okay." Robin was going to have to sit down. What was someone going to want to do to them for that kind of money?

"The bidder has read your terms and signed the contract abiding by them. I have his medical records on file. He's clean, as are the two of you, so condoms won't be necessary. I've sent you an email with his test results. And there you go." Yves pointed to the statement of their account. Two hundred thousand dollars and forty-nine cents.

The forty-nine cents was from before the deposit.

"When you're ready, there's a car waiting out front to take you to Master Renard."

"Master Renard." Robin tried the name out, feeling it on his tongue.

"That means fox in French," Sam whispered. "Do you think it's a trick?"

"Master Renard is an outstanding member of our community, and I assure you everyone is very well vetted. There are no tricks at the Shibari." Yves smiled. "If you need anything else, you know where to find me."

"Yeah, yeah, okay." Sam took Robin's fingers and squeezed. "No matter what, honey, we're together. We'll be fine."

"Yeah. Yeah, we will. I'd never let anyone harm you."

There was no reason to linger after Yves left, so they went out and down the hall again, to the front door. A limo was out there waiting for them.

"Wow. Spiffy." They headed over with their backpacks, hand in hand. Robin decided that it felt a little like the first day of school, somehow.

The driver got out and came around. "Robin and Sam?" At their nods, he held the door open for them.

"Okay," Robin whispered. "Here goes."

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