STORY EXCERPT

Jordan checked his watch and then picked up the phone again.

“Hello?” Marcus answered on the second ring.

“Hi. You’ll never guess who just walked into my club, alone.”

“You’re right. I have no idea. Who?”

“Ms. Chastity Sawyer.”

“Well, well, well.” Marcus’s exclamation carried a note of surprise, with an underlying tone of pure masculine interest.

“We talked last night about expanding our family. I’m intrigued by the lady, and I know you like her. My question is, would you be interested in—?” Jordan didn’t even have to finish the sentence.

“In a heartbeat. What are you going to do?”

“Well, now that I know how you feel, I’ll go and…interview her.”

“Darling, wear the mask.”

Jordan chuckled because now he heard the sexual excitement in his lover’s voice. “I had intended to. And those leather pants you had made for me.”

“Oh, God, I’m going to have to have an orgasm.”

“You’ll wait until I get home.”

“If you insist, of course I will, but I’ll want every delicious detail when you get here.”

“I might be able to give you more than details tonight, love.” Again, he didn’t need to explain himself.

“Oh, yes, please. I’m so glad we have a king-sized bed.”

Jordan hung up the phone. He took his time getting ready. Going to the closet he pulled out the pair of black leather pants. They had been specially designed for play with a rectangle of material attached by snaps where a zipper would normally be. Jordan smiled. Perfect for easy access.

Stripping off his clothes, he hung his shirt and pants neatly on a hanger, his boxers over the hook. He donned the pants and the black leather mask that got Marcus so hot. Then he reached for a few other items he kept on hand. One never knew when an extra collar and other accessories would come in handy.

When he left his office, his cock already stirred at the prospect of taking on one particular new sub.

* * * *

Chastity couldn’t stop trembling. Her nervousness, a mute presence all day, increased the moment she’d opened the door to the club and come up against that six-foot plus bouncer, all bulging ebony muscles and shiny bald head.

She thought she wasn’t going to be allowed in, but then the man had gotten a phone call and allowed her to enter.

She’d wanted to ask him why he’d changed his mind, but he scared the hell out of her. Despite that, she followed him to this room. He’d said only one word. ‘Stay.’

One word had been enough for her. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Looking around, she couldn’t decide what this room could possibly be used for. Two straight-backed chairs, facing each other, had been positioned in the center of a square piece of carpeting in the middle of the room.

In the dim light, she could see some sort of decoration hanging from the ceiling in one corner. Curiosity got the best of her and she took a few steps in that direction.

Her gasp came involuntarily. She recognized the decoration. The sight of a pair of chains with wrist shackles attached sent a shiver across her flesh.

Turning away, another object caught her attention. At first she thought it must be one of those universal exercise machines, because there seemed to be some sort of hydraulic mechanism at the back of it. The front looked just like a giant letter ‘X’. Stepping closer, she could make out two pairs of shackles, top and bottom.

“Does looking at that turn you on?”

The voice, sudden, deep and somehow familiar, shocked another gasp out of her. She spun on her heel to face the door. A man stood filling the doorway. He wore a mask that covered the upper part of his face. Piercing eyes of an undetermined color stared at her and Chastity felt that stare go right through her. His naked chest, chorded with muscle and a light dusting of hair, nearly made her mouth water. He had what looked like a stick in one hand, and held something else in the other.

His pants, tight leather, showcased his very impressive arousal.

“Answer me.”

The note of command jolted her and she cursed her nerves that she actually jumped at the sound of it.

“I don’t know what it is.”

“Does looking at me turn you on?”

Chastity swallowed hard. She felt so unnerved it didn’t even occur to her to lie. “Yes.”

The masked man stepped through the door, closing it behind him. He stopped beside the chair closest to the door.

“I will reward your honesty with information. That device is our own little variation of a St. Andrew’s Cross.”

Information? Chastity had no more of that commodity now than when she had first stepped into the club.

Apparently he read her confusion. “You will note the handcuffs at the top and leg shackles at the bottom. In the upright position you see now, you would be bound to the device, hand and foot, held immobile for whatever pleasure your master chose to take from your body. Quite often that pleasure is derived from the use of a flail or a riding crop, like the one I have in my hand, here.” He swished it through the air and the light whistling sound it made coursed another shiver down her spine. “Our little twist on this device allows it to change the angle at which you are held. Horizontal, and with pieces of the top and bottom crossbars removed, it leaves your pussy, ass and mouth easily accessible to your master’s cock—or however many cocks your master decides you will service.”

The pictures his matter-of-fact explanation brought to mind had morphed from the mere pencil drawings of her imagination to IMAX images in 3-D. Her nipples hardened and her pussy released moisture. She’d never been so aroused in her life. The butterflies in her belly danced to the rhythm of her heart pounding in her chest. In the face of this utter awakening of her body, she could only ask one question. “Who are you?”

He stepped closer, his eyes, a silver-grey she saw now, freezing her in place. His gaze raked her, resting for a few moments on her traitorous nipples, then down, focusing on her mound. She felt naked, as if he could actually see her pussy through her clothes. His perusal aroused, but his response stunned.

“I’m your master.” 

ADULT EXCERPT

The look of pleasure and gratitude on Jordan’s face was well worth all the scurrying and juggling he’d had to do today so he could be here for him. They’d been lovers more than a year, and it had been the best year of Marcus’ life.

“Why don’t you take those clothes off and join me? The water is hot, and so am I.”

Jordan’s low chuckle never failed to warm him, the look of power and strength and purpose he wore never failed to excite him. And yet, in some ways, Jordan needed nurturing and coddling.

The sight of the man, naked, his cock hard, never failed to arouse him.

The water rippled as Jordan stepped into the tub. Marcus moved, coming forward, capturing the other man’s cock in his hand. Seconds later, it was in his mouth.

“Marcus.”

Marcus chuckled around the luscious rod and knew the added vibration drove Jordan’s arousal even higher. The sensation of Jordan’s hands in his hair, his fingers alternately combing and gripping, sent shivers of appreciation down his back.

He loved the taste of Jordan’s cock, but more, he loved knowing what he gave his lover. With lips and tongue he laved and caressed. Keeping the suction to small, tiny spasms, he enticed him to enjoy the slow, steady climb of heat. Sliding his left hand around, he stroked the hard muscles of Jordan’s ass, petting him, loving him.

He moved his head up and down with languid grace. Inhaling deeply, he drew his lover’s scent inside himself, the aroma right there at the base of his cock headier, more uplifting for him than any other he’d ever smelled.

“God, Marcus. I love your mouth on my cock. It feels so damn good.”

Nothing fulfilled Marcus more than pleasing this man. He moved his left hand to trail his fingers up and down over Jordan’s anus. His right hand slid down from Jordan’s stiff shaft to cup and tease his balls. Then he began to suck, strong and deep.

“God!”

The change of rhythm left languid behind as Marcus used his skill to drive his lover over the edge. Jordan’s cry as he came, the way his hands clutched harder and his body convulsed, nearly made Marcus come. Swallowing, he drank every bit of Jordan’s release and considered it his own personal nectar of the gods.

He supported Jordan’s weight when the strength left his knees, and gently helped him to sit and immerse himself in the frothing water.

“Damn it, Marcus, I came too damn fast.” Despite the words, there wasn’t much heat in Jordan’s protest.

Marcus chuckled. Reaching to the other side of the tub, he pulled the bottle of white wine out of the ice bucket and poured Jordan a glass.

“Just a little welcome home gift to take the edge off. Here, drink this. Relax and tell me about your trip.”

“Thank you,” Jordan said, taking the glass and indulging in one long sip. “In case I forget to say it sometimes, I love you. You take very good care of me, and I appreciate that more than I can say.”

“You never forget to say it. I love you, too. And taking care of you is one of my purest pleasures in life.”

Marcus refilled his own glass and sank back into the tub. Closing his eyes, he sipped and sighed. He’d come a long way from the frail, frightened child who’d hid every time his father had come home roaring drunk. He’d worked hard to educate himself, worked three jobs at a time to save his pennies. He’d achieved his career goal years before. His life was just about perfect. Just about. He had Jordan, a forever kind of man. He wondered if it wasn’t time for the two of them to take the next step in their mutual life plan. Maybe he’d bring the matter up after dinner.