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Training a Submissive Mate (MM)

Rough River Coyotes 7

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Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 38,786
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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, sex in shifted form, HEA]

A hefty dose of discipline was exactly what he needed…

By day Owen Conner is a conservative paralegal constrained by the rules of polite society, but by night he’s a notorious Dom who uses pleasure to torture his playmates. Owen never lacks for submissives, but he’s bored until he finds one of his most demanding legal clients hungry to learn the ropes.

Initially Owen is happy to oblige. Making multimillionaire Noel Forney beg for release sounds like just the kind of therapy he needs. There’s only one little problem—Noel turns out to be Owen’s eternal mate.

Making their relationship work is hampered by Noel’s fear of coming out, but that becomes the least of their worries when Owen is charged with a horrifying crime.

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Anitra Lynn McLeod is a Siren-exclusive author.

User Reviews
Excellent reading. Owen has to deal with an arogant rich client only to find this same man wanting Owen to Dominate him later.

- sarki

I loved the premise and then it just got weird once the shapeshifting got involved (and it takes a LOT for me to say that).

- whatthefridge

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Owen Conner had never met anyone with so much attitude. “I can’t make them—”

“You can certainly do more than what you’re doing right now, which is nothing.” Noel Forney, heir to and driving force behind Forney Manufacturing, paced across the law office as if he owned the place. For all Owen knew, he might. The big sticky hand of the Forney family touched a lot of things in the small town of Scorpion, Utah.

“Well?” Noel demanded.

“Well what?” Owen kept his seat at his desk. When he stood, he was a foot taller than Noel. Lording his superior height over him felt good, but he was hoping if he remained seated, Noel would leave sooner rather than later. Since Owen was six three, that meant the man who had more money than God was only five three. He was small enough that Owen could easily pick him up and put him over his shoulder. Although if he dared to do anything like that, he’d be sued so hard and fast he’d probably be in jail before he drew a second breath.

“What are you going to do?”

Tie you up and give you the spanking you so richly deserve. That was what Owen wanted to do, but instead he took a deep breath and tried again to mollify their biggest client. “What would you like me to do?”

Noel spun on his heel. His momentum lifted up the edge of his thousand-dollar suit jacket, which displayed some pretty spectacular buns. Too bad they were attached to a self-important prick. “You can stop fiddling about with papers and have the sheriff go down there and evict them.”

“Again, Mr. Forney, I don’t have that kind of power.” Owen should have left it at that, but some perverse streak in his soul compelled him to add, “And neither do you.”

“Why you—”

Before Noel could blow up at him, Owen cut him off by dropping his attention to the paperwork in his hand. “They have a lease which gives them a grace period to pay their rent. When that time elapses—”

“I have to file formal eviction papers. Yes, I know, but we both know they aren’t going to pay. I want them out now.”

“That would be premature.” Owen was not going to explain the law to Noel again. Every time he did, he just managed to piss the man off more. Although, to be fair, there was something kind of fun about tweaking Noel. He had dark auburn hair and truly compelling emerald-green eyes that practically flashed fire when he was angry. His pale face grew two bright red spots on his cheeks, making him look almost shyly sweet. With a ball-gag in his mouth, he’d look incredible.

Noel paced over to Owen’s desk and peered down at him. “Where is your boss?”

“Jake, my partner”—Owen emphasized for the umpteenth time—“is out of town for two weeks.” The lucky bastard. After finding himself the most perfect boyfriend in the world, Jake had decided to doubly reward himself with a vacation. Jake had left Owen in charge, which was fine, but certain clients, like Noel Forney, refused to discuss their urgent business with him since he was only a paralegal.

“You’re not an attorney.”

“Not yet. But very soon I—”

“Then you are of no use to me.” Noel exited the office, leaving behind a subtle cloud of cologne that smelled incredibly good.

“An ounce of that stuff probably costs more than I make a week.” Owen sighed and set the paperwork aside. He looked around the office. Two desks were situated against the east and west walls while books and files took up the north wall. To the south was the entrance, which was flanked by comfy benches for clients to sit and wait on.

“And yet no one has ever sat on them.” So far, the only thing the benches had been used for was for him and Jake when they pulled an all-nighter.

Owen stood, stretched, and grinned. Today was Friday. He loved the end of the week. Not because he was done with work but because he would finally get to release his tensions. Thankfully, no one knew about that. Having a secret identity was more fun than Owen could have ever imagined. And he never would have made it through the last two years without his playmates.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“I’m going to push you to the absolute brink of madness.”

“And then?” Noel asked breathlessly.

“Only then will I claim you.” Owen lowered his mouth to Noel’s neck and bit him.

A gasping cry that blended pleasure and pain tore from Noel’s lips. He felt he was already at the edge. His longing for Owen was so acute he felt pain wash over his flesh each time he was denied. Below his massive body, pressed into the couch, Noel could only cling to Owen’s powerful shoulders and silently pray he would move faster. Breathless begging only made Owen chuckle and continue with passionate kisses and the slow grinding of his knowledgeable body against Noel’s innocent form. Longing for completion made him oblivious to everything but the man above him.

“Feeling you bucking against me only feeds my ego.”

Owen lifted up just long enough to smile down at Noel. His face was harsh, but in his eyes was that inner kindness that Noel had seen at the club. In a grand epiphany, he understood that this was what gave his beautiful master the greatest pleasure. It wasn’t inflicting physical pain, but causing the burning physical need for release. Instilling that in his submissive partner, and then inflaming the need ever higher—that was what Owen craved. However, understanding the why of his actions didn’t make dealing with denial any easier for Noel.

“At least let me wrap my legs around you.” Noel thought he’d be satisfied with the mimic of sex, but when Owen finally acquiesced after another half hour of kisses, Noel found the feel of Owen’s thick cock only aggravated his already tense situation. Feeling what he wanted separated from him by a layer of leather and one of denim made Noel curse both fabrics and wish he had the ability to make them simply melt away. Then he would be able to feel Owen’s prick directly against him.

Another round of desperate cries was kissed away as Owen continued to rock against him. For a moment, Noel thought the time to remove their clothing had come, but Owen only turned the stereo on. He kept the volume low, but the bass line of the rock-’n’-roll songs mimicked the rhythm Owen made with his thrusting hips. If not for their pants, Owen would be sliding his cock in and out of Noel to that wicked sexual beat.

Just when he couldn’t take anymore, when the pressure to find release had almost made him cream in his expensive leather pants, Owen started kissing his way down Noel’s chest.

Stifling a chorus of thank-yous, because for all he knew this was just another round of exquisite torture, Noel watched as Owen went ever lower along his body.

At his belly button, Owen looked up and into Noel’s eyes. “Before we go any further, I want you to understand something.”

“What?” Dear God, Noel wanted to scream he was so frustrated.

“I’m not going to fuck you.”

Stunned, Noel watched with breathless anticipation as Owen unfastened his pants. Noel’s cock was so hard it bounced out and strained upward. Quite suddenly, he had a dozen nervous questions pound in his brain. Was his cock big enough? Did Owen like the fact that he waxed? Had the leather made him smell strange?

“You are perfect, Noel. Simply perfect.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

“Because your entire body went tense as soon as I got your pants undone.” Owen grinned and then extended his tongue and licked all along the shaft of Noel’s cock. He did this with slow, maddening grace, which compelled Noel to hold his breath as he watched. At the very tip, Owen looked right up into Noel’s eyes, and then sucked the crown of Noel’s cock into his mouth.

Pleasure made Noel close his eyes and roll his head back. He’d imagined what it would feel like to have a lover do this to him, but nothing came close to the wet heat of Owen’s mouth. Just when he didn’t think it could feel any better, Owen sucked hard and flicked his tongue over the slit in the tip. Owen pushed him right to the brink of orgasm then pulled him back. As soon as the urge passed, Owen started teasing him again.

Owen took him back and forth over the same ground so many times Noel lost count. All he knew was he wanted to come so badly he was shaking with need. But he knew more pleading wouldn’t work. This was what his alternately kind then cruel master lived for. Knowing he could drive his submissive to tears with his mouth, Owen kept going until Noel felt the inevitable rising again.

 

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