This box set contains all five of Elizabeth Noble's best-selling MM BDSM romance short story series, Pain and Pleasure. When Ian Grogen ends his day as a CEO and steps out of the office and into the rest of his life, he turns complete control over to his husband Taren. There was never a time since the first day they met that Ian didn't feel safe and protected, no matter if they were eating out or trying some new equipment during sex. A milestone in their marriage deserves something special, something above and beyond. Taren plans a trip to an adult resort and keeps the details a secret to surprise Ian. His plan -- to live out some of their fantasies in a fun and safe environment. Not knowing any details, how prepared is Ian to let Taren fulfill his dark desires away from home?
Contains the stories:
Book 1: Home Coming: By day, Ian Groden runs a business. People answer to him, he’s in charge. However, Ian has a secret, dark side and he isn’t really in charge of anything. His life, his body, and mind are not his own, but belong to Taren Murdock, the man who is Ian’s husband and, more importantly, Master. Ian's only purpose is serving his Master’s every desire. The more Ian’s servitude hurts, the better it is.
Book 2: The Art of Domination: Taren is a cop, caretaker, protector, and Ian’s Dom. Ian is the CEO of his family business. Using a combination of pain and pleasure Taren provides Ian with what he needs to experience the freedom of submission. They’re taking a trip, but their late start is Ian’s fault. Taren needs to step up and deliver just the right punishment to Ian before they check a few items off their fantasy wish list.
Book 3: The Freedom of Submission: Taren gives Ian the pain he craves, but only in carefully measured doses. Being submissive gives Ian the freedom to indulge in his cravings and fantasies. It this give and take that fuels both their love and lust. Are they able to strike a balance between what they want and what they really need without going over the line?
Book 4: Love and Lust: Fifty Shades of Gray pales in comparison to what Taren and Ian do behind closed doors. Ian loves his pleasure laced with sweet pain. Taren’s only desire is to give Ian everything he wants and fulfill his fantasies with titillating sex toys designed to tease, torture, and delight. Fantasy and reality collide when Ian is treated to the attentions of two skilled Doms.
Book 5: No Regrets: Ian’s the luckiest man in the world because his husband and Dom, Taren, caters to his every sexual need. Even if those desires aren’t yet known to Ian. After a threesome with another man, Ian is feeling a little guilty. Taren, always the protector, sees to it that Ian’s cleansed of any misgivings. Will they leave their vacation and return to their lives with no regrets?
EXCERPT FROM "Home Coming"
Their bedroom was originally two rooms, but they’d knocked a wall out to create the perfect play space. One end was a traditional bedroom, bed, dressers, night tables. What wasn’t traditional was their bed was fitted with restraints and a heavy duty, iron canopy style bedframe, sans a canopy, with a few modifications and capable of supporting Ian’s weight. Built-in drawers underneath stored a variety of spreader bars, cuffs, whips, gags and floggers among other things. The cock cages, butt plugs, nipple clamps, sounding bars and a variety of lubes were in the top drawer of one of the dressers. On the other side of the room was housed an adjustable Saint Andrews cross. Beside that was a floor to ceiling wardrobe with mirrored doors. Several of their ‘special’ outfits they’d wear to clubs hung inside.
Would he be strapped to the cross, wriggling under Taren’s flogger? Or perhaps tied spread eagle on the bed begging for release while Taren teased him right to the edge but never let him tumble over? An electric wand, hot wax, ruined orgasms -- none of them considered off limits by Ian.
Ian’s belly tightened and his breath quickened.
His phone chiming made him jump. “Sir,” was all Ian said.
“Are you prepared for me?”
“I’ve only been home a few minutes. I barely made it home before five, sir,” Ian confessed and Taren chuckled. Ian continued, “So, still working on it, sir. I just got out of the shower.”
“In that case I’ll enjoy prepping you myself. I’m about five minutes away. Get an ice pack and wait by the door for me.” Taren disconnected before Ian could respond.
Ian smiled and shivered as he hurried to the kitchen. Taren was pleased and that was the greatest thrill of all for Ian. The thin, leather strap still rested above Ian's hips. It attached to another strap that hooked under his navel, went between his legs, and tucked into his ass crack holding the butt plug he wore in place. The leather was well oiled, so waterproof. He could wear it in the shower, and anywhere. The buckle keeping it cinched tight was held closed by a small padlock. Taren had the key. The lock, and strap didn’t come off unless Taren took it off. As with the door, Ian had a spare key in case of emergencies, but he’d never had cause to use that key. Ian’s cock wasn’t caged during the day but tucked into a leather cod-piece. That had come off during his shower, but that didn’t mean Ian was allowed to touch himself, even to wash.
Any touching of himself was strictly regulated by Taren. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t felt his own fingers brush against his sensitized cock and balls while he showered, his cock wasn’t completely hard, but full enough. The hair between his legs, dark as that on top his head, was moist and curly. He used two fingers to reposition his cock, closing his eyes and taking a few seconds to appreciate the brief touch of his fingertips against the smooth skin covering his shaft. Swallowing slowly and licking his lips, Ian carefully cinched the cod piece into place. His touch was minimal and this was the only time it was permitted. His fingertips were still moist and didn’t slide easily over the length of his cock. That slight bit of catch sent a tendril of excitement zinging through his groin.
Ian knelt on the floor a few feet from the door, knees wide apart, causing his groin hair to alternately pull and tickle. The feelings were delightful mini bits of pleasure pain, hints of what was to come later. He shoved the ice pack down the cod-piece and pressed it firmly to his groin, gasping and wheezing for a few seconds. His Master’s words told Ian he required Ian to be soft and this was one sure way to accomplish that goal. Ian was nearly giddy with anticipation. A milking or over stimulation might be in Ian’s immediate future. Certainly, some sort of sounding bar was on the menu for tonight, otherwise Ian wouldn’t need to be completely limp when Taren arrived.
He quivered and not from the cold between his legs.
