April Andrews and Kelex join forces to bring you another two scintillating short gay ménage BDSM tales…
Their Latin Lover, by Kelex
Bound has been home for head bartender Xavier Martinez for seven years. Being a witness to all the kinks going on inside the BDSM club, he’s fantasized, mentally thrusting himself into the wild situations. Yet no one has ever tempted him to break the strict rules he has for himself. He doesn’t have sex with members or their guests, no matter how naughty he wishes he could be.
When he sets eyes on a violet-eyed demi-god, he can’t control his lusts any longer. Dmitri is a guest of an important member, but Xavier surrenders to the handsome man anyway. A basement quickie isn’t ideal, but it takes care of Xavier’s itch.
He knew better than to break his rules, especially when Dmitri returns a few days later with his investment partner Mateo, claiming to have bought out the owner’s silent partner. Dmitri isn’t done with Xavier, and plans to share the bartender with Mateo, before collaring and claiming the Latin stud as his.
Danny’s Dom, by April Andrews
Danny has been half in love with his Dom for months. Trouble is, Marc has no idea. Worse, with his iron control and uncompromising stance on relationships, Marc is about as far from relationship ready as Danny can imagine.
But Danny wants his Dom badly enough that he is willing to risk it all. And what better way to force Marc's hand than by introducing him to a brand new sub?
By the end of the night Marc will come to realize that no one will ever love or pleasure him like Danny can... and Danny will realize something too... that there is only one Dom for him.
“Where did everyone go?”
Xavier turned to see his handsome stranger had returned. A smile played at Xavier’s lips and no matter how he tried to hide it, the grin refused to be denied. “Upstairs. It’s playtime now.”
“Ah, yes. The infamous dungeons. I’ve always wondered. How can they be called dungeons if they’re above the bar? Aren’t dungeons below ground?”
“As long as there’s some torturing going on inside, I’d say they’re golden,” Xavier said with a wink.
The man smiled wickedly in response. A smile Xavier felt all the way to his cock. “I suppose so.”
His shaft swelled and he pressed against the back of the bar to find a little relief. “Can I get you another bottle of wine?”
“In a moment. First, I’ve got to use your restroom and lose some of the wine I’ve already had tonight. Might I ask where it is?”
Xavier pointed toward the corner. “Under the stairs, to the right.”
“I’m terrible at directions. Perhaps you could show me?”
Xavier stared at the man a moment, his mouth falling open with shock at the guy’s pure audacity. Yet, the request made his blood boil. In seven years, he’d never done anything naughty. He might flirt to help get better tips, but he didn’t fuck around. For a man who worked in a BDSM club, he was patently vanilla.
At the moment, he didn’t want to be vanilla.
The man was incredibly handsome. Tall, even taller than Xavier’s six feet. He was thickly muscled and in perfect shape. Sandy blond hair topped a gorgeous, angular face softened by a pair of almost too pouty lips. Lips Xavier wanted to suck on.
It wasn’t all about his looks. There was something electric between them, a once, twice in a lifetime kind of electricity that one couldn’t ignore. Xavier wanted the man, hands down.
“Hey, amigo… can you hold down the fort for a few?”
Levi glanced down at Xavier, then shifted his gaze to Violet Eyes before looking back at Xavier. His lips hitched up a bit at one corner. “Sure.”
When Xavier turned back, there was a satisfaction on the man’s face, one that should’ve angered him. Instead, it enflamed him.
“What’s your name?”
Mmmm… Hellllo, Dmitri. “I’m Xavier.”
“I know,” the man said with a smile. “I asked around.”
“Oh you did?” Xavier asked, lifting a brow.
Dmitri’s obvious interest made the heat pumping through Xavier’s veins ratchet up a few degrees.