"The latest installment in Stormy Glenn’s ‘Sir’ series is just as hot as the first four. Simon is a Dom who knows what he wants, and Jamie is a sub who doesn’t yet know how fulfilling it can be for him to submit 24/7. All he thinks he wants is a few spankings, but what he gets is a whole lot more. And not just on the D/s side. In fact, as soon as Jamie and Simon get together, awful things start happening to Jamie, and around halfway through the book I was wondering how much more he could take. The stakes go up and up, and I was very impressed with Jamie’s ability to hold on and his willingness to deal with anything – as long as he had Simon on his side. Jamie has discovered that he likes to be disciplined. Spankings, in particular, are his thing, but he’s willing to try other “kinky stuff” as well. When his friend Danny (from book one) introduces him to some potential Doms at a club party, Jamie makes his decision before Danny knows what hit him. Despite Danny’s warnings, that “Simon is a little more intense” than other Doms, Jamie won’t change his mind. And as soon as he gets to know Simon a little better –in some very hot scenes – he knows that Simon is it for him. Unfortunately for Jamie, there are others who don’t agree, and they set out to make Jamie’s life hell. Simon knows what he wants. His last lover wasn’t a sub and tried to “reform” Simon, but as soon as the man left – to get married to a woman – Simon realized he would never again compromise. Finding Jamie is a true discovery, and even though there are a few rough edges, that is how Simon prefers his subs. He doesn’t want a mindless slave – and Jamie is anything but blindly obedient. But then his former lover suddenly reappears and wants Simon back, much to his shock, and Simon has his hands full telling the man off. But nothing seems to help, and the situation keeps escalating. If you like stories with plucky subs and loving Doms, if you enjoy some suspense and thriller-like action mixed in with your BDSM, and if you’re looking for a read that is suspenseful, has a mystery to solve, and is very, very hot, then you will probably like this novella." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
“Hi, my name’s Jamie. I realize Christmas is technically over but I wondered if I could ask you a question.” Jamie didn’t realize what he was going to say until he said it.
Simon looked up at him. “I suppose you could, but I reserve the right not to answer.”
Jamie felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at the deep, whiskey drawl from Simon’s mouth. To hear that man in the throes of passion, Jamie would give up everything he owned.
At Jamie’s hesitation, Simon finally asked, “What’s your question?”
“Did you know that according to Scandinavian custom, people who meet under the mistletoe are obliged to kiss?” Jamie leaned down and placed his hands on the back of the couch behind Simon’s head. “At Christmas time, anyone standing under a ball of mistletoe cannot refuse to be kissed. Such a kiss could mean deep romance or lasting friendship and goodwill.”
Simon’s lips twisted in a smirk. “There are three problems with that, Jamie. One, it’s no longer Christmas. Two, I’m not Scandinavian. And three, we have no mistletoe.”
“No,” Jamie said and moved his face closer to Simon’s until their lips almost touched. “But we can always pretend.”
Simon glanced down at Jamie’s lips, then back to his eyes. “I don’t have a very good imagination.”
“That’s not what I hear,” Jamie said softly.
“Oh? And just what have you heard?”
“Well, I heard you might be able to help me with my New Year’s resolution.”
“And what might that resolution be?” Simon’s lips stretched into a grin.
“I’ve resolved to have my ass spanked before the night is over.” Jamie knew his words were direct, but the glint in Simon’s copper eyes told him his message had been received loud and clear.
The thought of what Simon could do to him made Jamie’s ass tingle. Simon’s imagination might not be very good, but Jamie’s rolled ahead at full steam. He could almost feel the weight of Simon’s hand on his ass now.
“That’s quite a resolution,” Simon replied. “And you think I can help you with that?”
Jamie nodded, dropped to his knees between Simon’s legs, and reached over and grabbed his hand. “Oh yeah.” He rubbed his thumb slowly over Simon’s palm. “You’re hands are perfect. So wide, large, and strong. I have no doubt they could redden my ass exquisitely.”
Jamie saw Simon’s response to his words rise right in front of him. The large tent forming in Simon’s pants made Jamie groan. His hands itched with need to reach out and touch him.
He looked up at Simon and noticed the flames of heat in his eyes. “I’m sure there are a few New Year’s resolutions I could help you out with...sir.”
The moment he said sir, Jamie knew he had him. Simon’s eyes darkened to dark golden brown. Simon’s nostrils flared, his breathing increased, and the small pulse at the side of his throat pounded.
Jamie heard the thickness in Simon’s voice when he said, “I may have some mistletoe back at my condo.”
“Lead the way, please,” Jamie smiled, came to his feet and stepped back so Simon could stand. Rising to his full height, Jamie looked up and realized his previous estimate of Simon’s height was off by several inches. He was taller. Jamie’s eyes were level with Simon’s thick, muscular chest.
“Oh, you’re tall,” Jamie whispered.
“Does that mean you want to change your mind?”
“Hell, no!” Jamie turned and headed for the door. A moment later, he felt a hard swat on his ass. Shocked, Jamie yelped and turned to look at Simon, surprised to see a stern look on the man’s face.
“Swearing is not allowed, Jamie.”
What? No swearing? Seriously? Did this guy know Dante? About to put Simon in his place, the man’s raised eyebrow gave him pause. “Okay, no swearing, I can do that...for now.”
“In the rest of the house, or when we’re out, even when we’re making love in the bedroom, you may call me Simon, but when we are in this room you are only allowed to address me as master or sir.” Sternly, he added, “Is that understood?”
Jamie paused briefly as he thought about that, and then nodded. That was reasonable. This was a playroom after all.
“Now, take off your clothes, my little love. It’s time to see how you take your punishment.” Simon dropped his hand from Jamie’s mouth and stepped back. He stood there, waiting.
Jamie undressed while Simon watched him with his arms crossed over his chest. It unnerved Jamie to be watched with such intensity. He quickly folded his clothes and set them on a bench by the wall before walking toward Simon and standing in front of him, his hands clasped behind his back. Simon hadn’t stated yet what sort of rest position he preferred so this one was fairly safe.
Butterflies cart wheeled in his stomach when Simon circled him in an appraising manner. A touch here and there, a soft caress to his ass, a slow pull on his hard cock, and a little pinch to his nipple. Jamie was panting hard by the time Simon completed the full circle. If Simon didn’t make a move soon, Jamie would have to attack him.
“You have very good form, Jamie.” Simon grabbed Jamie’s hand and pulled him toward the bed. “I think you’ll look delicious on display. But first, I want to redden that ass of yours a little bit.”
Oh, hell, yes!
When Simon sat down on the side of the bed and gestured to his lap, Jamie laid down over his legs. His heart thudded in his chest when Simon’s large hand caressed each butt cheek and pushed his fingers between them to brush against his eager hole.
He prayed the pre-cum leaking out of his hard cock wouldn’t drip all over Simon’s pants, but knew it did the moment the first swat landed on his ass. Simon knew instinctively how much power to put behind his swing to make Jamie squirm.
“You have the perfect little ass, Jamie.” Simon paddled Jamie’s ass again and again until Jamie felt a white-hot fire spread over his cheeks. “Just look at how pretty you are, all nice and red with just a hint of my handprint. Your ass was made for spanking, Jamie, and that pleases me greatly.”
Simon’s praise sent spears of pride and delight racing through Jamie’s heart. He let his head hang down to cover the tears forming in his eyes. No one had ever been pleased that he liked spanking before.
“More, please, Master.” Jamie begged and wiggled in Simon’s lap. With his cock trapped between the man’s thighs, every time Simon swatted him it pushed Jamie’s hard erection down, increasing Jamie’s arousal until he thought he’d lose his mind.
Jamie whimpered. He didn’t want to disappoint Simon. “Sim—Master, please...I can’t...I’m gonna...”
“Not until I say so. Is that understood? Your body belongs to me now and you do not get to come unless I say so.” Simon’s voice sounded harsh and gentle at the same time. “Now, go over to the bookshelf and bring me the plug of your choice and some lube.”
Jamie rose on shaky legs with Simon’s help. His cock ached and he worried it would shatter if he touched it. On wobbly legs, Jamie walked to the bookshelf and chose a medium- sized, blue butt plug and a bottle of lube.
“A very nice choice, love.” Simon took the plug and the bottle of lube from Jamie. “Lay down so I can put this in.”
Jamie’s heart jumped in his throat as he laid over Simon’s legs again. He’d used a plug before, usually long enough to get off, but never for real any length of time. He knew by the grin on Simon’s face that he was about to be tortured with it.
Simon’s slick fingers moved between his ass cheeks, and Jamie couldn’t contain the long groan from his lips. Wonderful. Delicious. Mind numbing. Jamie didn’t want it to end. Simon could do whatever he wanted to his body after this.
Simon inserted two fingers into Jaime’s ass and moved them in and out. With every thrust, Jamie cried out, and every time he pulled those wicked fingers out, Jamie whimpered. Mindless with ecstasy, Jamie didn’t know what felt better, when he pushed them in or pulled them out. Every movement was mind-blowing.
“Hold on, my little love, it’s time for the plug, and then we’ll move on to the rest of your discipline.” Simon pulled his fingers from Jamie’s ass, eliciting another protest from Jamie.
Jamie’s hands curled around Simon’s legs and he held his breath as Simon inserted the lubricated plug gently. Jamie felt only the slightest burn before Simon pushed the plug all the way in.
“Oh, that’s nice. I may have you wear something like this more often.” Simon wiggled the plug around, pushing and pulling it in and out. Jamie squealed as the weight of Simon’s hand came down on his ass and pushed the plug in deeper.