RECKLESS ABANDON

STORY EXCERT

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.

BRAZEN SEDUCTION

STORY EXCERPT

“Number ten, step forward.”

Finally! Molly thought the moment would never arrive. Her rotten luck saw her given the last number for the night. Nine other subs went before her, six men and three women. But from the moment she came out on stage, she’d been aware of Richard.

He didn’t leave his post by the bar, but neither did he take his eyes off her. Alan, on his left, stood quietly. She understood the nature of their relationship now that she’d done some reading and studying. Alan didn’t seem overt in his submissiveness. But then, she didn’t know how much of their roles they shared with the world. She’d been taking covert looks at the crowd during the auctioning of the other subs. She saw couples—both same sex and mixed gender—who seemed to enjoy showing off the D/s dynamic with leashes and collars. And she saw couples like Richard and Alan, and Jordan and Marcus whose behavior appeared much more subtle.

Richard left the bar and slowly made his way toward the stage. She couldn’t read his expression. She quickly cast her glance down, as she’d been told to remain until directed otherwise.

“Number ten, turn around slowly, three hundred and sixty degrees.”

Molly did as the faceless female voice commanded her to do. She made her movements slow so that each quarter turn provided ample opportunity for the club’s patrons—Richard—to look their fill.

“Number ten, turn your back to the audience, spread your legs, and bend over.”

Molly felt her face heat. She cursed her vanity for having chosen such a blatantly sexy garment in the first place. She didn’t know how much the audience could see because she simply never checked herself in the mirror at this angle. She suspected they were getting an eyeful of pussy.

“Number ten, stand straight and face the audience. Raise your head and focus your gaze on the bar. Master Jordan has decreed that the bidding on number ten shall begin at one thousand dollars.”

One thousand dollars?

Molly should have been used to this process by now, as she listened to the bidding back and forth for all nine of her predecessors. It felt a hell of a lot different when she knew the patrons would be bidding on her.

“One thousand dollars.”

That was not Richard’s voice. Though difficult, she managed a small glance to her right. The lights thwarted her, and all she got was an impression of a tall man wearing some kind of strange mask. Then the image of black eyes, Satan’s eyes, returned, and she knew who’d just bid on her.

“Master Bacchus has opened. Any others?”

“One thousand, one hundred.”

Thank God. That was Richard. She tried to read his mood from his voice. It might have been an easier proposition if he put some inflection into his words.

“One thousand, five hundred.”

“Two thousand.”

“Two thousand five hundred.”

“Three thousand dollars.”

 “Five thousand dollars.”

Oh dear. It seemed that someone really wanted her, and she very much feared that someone was not Richard. Her heart thudded in her chest and sweat slicked her breasts.

Shit. She didn’t like the odds of her top staying up if she sweated too much.

“Master Bacchus has bid five thousand dollars. Master Richard?”

The crowd fell silent, the bidding for her having eclipsed all others tonight. She began to shake, because something about the man, Bacchus, frightened her, though she couldn’t say what, and because it looked like he might win.

It seemed odd to her he’d call himself Bacchus. Every depiction she’d ever seen of the minor god showed a plump, jovial man with a face wreathed in pleasure.

Nothing about this Bacchus spoke of pleasure.

Molly didn’t want to become the sub of a man whose face she couldn’t even see, a man who set her inner alarms off. She let her glance slide to him once more, and nearly jumped when she realized he’d been waiting for her to do that, and met her gaze steadily with two eyes as black as tar.

Molly swallowed hard and turned her gaze back to the bar. It felt as if long minutes passed since the emcee asked Richard whether he would care to bid over five thousand dollars.

Oh, my God, that’s a lot of money. What if he isn’t prepared to go any higher? What if…

ADULT EXCERPT

More, oh please, I need more.” Her plea came on a trembling sigh, and he knew her arousal climbed.

He felt it in her rising body temperature, her labored breathing. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, then released it and laid his head on her chest. Her heart pounded for him, for what he did to her.

“More fingers, sweetheart? I’ll give you another, then.” He inserted a third finger, pushing into her as she moaned and lifted her hips, pushing back against him, working the friction and the fullness, wringing, he knew, every drop of pleasure from it she could.

“Please, I need your cock inside me.”

He found her lips with his, kissed her long and sweet. He loved the flavor of her, the shy eagerness with which she received his tongue and then tasted him in return.

“Don’t be in such a hurry, love. I want to play with you some more. Besides, I have something special in mind. Something I want to try.”

“Yes, try anything. Everything.” Her voice dipped, her hips moved, and he knew she struggled to gather herself, to bear down and force her own orgasm. He couldn’t blame her. When it felt deliciously wonderful, all you wanted was the prize. It was hard to remember there could be pleasure derived from the journey, too.

He moved his fingers in and out of her, and hissed when she wrapped her hand around his cock. Silky here, too, when he wore a layer of latex between his dick and her hand. It made her hand feel as if it had been made of a softer texture than mere flesh.

He thrust into her hand even as he pulled his out of her for a heartbeat. He’d opened the jar of lube earlier and now helped himself to a generous dollop. When he brought his hand back to her, brought it to her opening and pushed, she gasped and went still.

“Alan?” Molly panted and relaxed her legs, letting him have more access.

“Yes, love. Let me just see if I can help you prepare properly for us.”

“Do you need some more lubricant?”

He knew Richard came into the room, but guessed Molly didn’t. He smiled against her mouth when he gave her another fast kiss. He turned to look at his master as the man peeled out of his clothes.

“She’s sopping wet with the lube I’ve already used,” Alan said to him. “Just let me try. Molly, relax your muscles a little more for me, sweetheart.”

When Richard climbed onto the bed on the other side of Molly, Alan relinquished whatever initiative he’d been taking. Richard used her hair to tip her head back so he could kiss her. Alan rubbed his cock against her ass and he felt Molly melt for him.

Alan brought all his fingers together, including his thumb, creating a wedge with his hand. He pressed against Molly’s slit, rotating, rocking back and forth, side to side, all the while keeping the pressure against her steady. A little, then a little more. And then he sighed.

“I’m in.”

* * * *

Oh God. Molly let her head fall back inhaling deeply as shivers of arousal prickled her flesh. Her pussy felt as if it was being stretched beyond endurance, a burning fullness that reminded her of the first time she took Richard’s cock in her ass. And like that time, all she wanted to do was come.

“Don’t move, Molly. And don’t come.” Richard said the words into her ear, but she knew Alan heard him.

“I can’t…I need…” She couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

Richard chuckled. “We know what you want and what you need. Let me tell you what you’re about to get. Alan and I are going to put our cocks in that delicious cunt of yours…at the same time.”

SHACKLED

STORY EXCERPT

Jonathan opened the closet door, scanned the contents. His eyes fastened on one particular item, and he smiled. This tool would be perfect.

He’d given the man enough time to set things up after Bethany’s confession. Jordan’s office was just a short walk down the corridor from the one he’d been using. He stopped outside that door now and inhaled deeply.

He looked down at himself, pleased his cock pushed against his leather pants. Fixing a lazy smile on his face, he rapped twice on the door.

“Come.”

Not yet, but soon, I hope. Jonathan opened the door.

Bethany sat in the chair across from Jordan’s desk, looking so anxious a part of him wanted to scoop her up and cuddle her until she got her starch back. That’s not what she needs right now.

No, that wasn’t what she needed at all.

He let his eyes rake her, so she understood he liked what he saw. Then he turned his head to Jordan.

“She has agreed to accept my choice of master for her. Of course, I’ve promised her that she would be safe with you.”

“Of course.”

“Here is your master, Bethany. I’ll leave the two of you to get acquainted.”

Jonathan recognized the look of panic that crossed Bethany’s face when Jordan got up and left her alone with him.

“Stand up,” he commanded.

Bethany did so slowly, unable to hide the jitters that had overcome her. He wanted to reassure her, and knew that over the course of the next days and weeks he’d be constantly waging an inner war for control of his urges and emotions where this woman was concerned.

He pulled the item he’d been carrying out from behind his back and held it up for her to see. “Do you know what these are?”

“Yes. They’re shackles.”

“Close. They’re your shackles. Put your arms behind your back, and put your gaze on the floor. Now.”

Again, she moved slowly. Jonathan waited until she’d finally complied. He stepped behind her and took a moment to just stand close and breathe her in. Her familiar fragrance stroked his inner satyr, and his cock hardened even more.

He slipped the unforgiving steel around her wrists and snapped the shackles closed. Bethany shivered once. He looked down the front of her blouse and noticed her nipples had hardened into tight, little buds.

Leaning close to her ear, he said, “I’m going to take you someplace where we can get to know each other a little better. Master Jordan needs his office. Come, slave. Your training is about to begin.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Bethany sighed as Jonathan’s soap-covered hands caressed her body. The sensation of slick hands cupping and smoothing over her breasts, then down across her belly, and stroking over her slit shot her to the very edge of orgasm. It amazed her she could become aroused again so quickly. Orgasms had always been a rare experience for her. She’d never had two in one week, let alone two in one day. Earlier, as her tears had subsided, a part of her had believed she couldn’t possibly want any more pleasure. She’d been wrong. The heat of Jonathan’s body, the sensation of the water and the soap and him aroused her to even higher heights than she’d already soared.

She wanted to come again very, very badly.

“Place your hands on the wall and lean forward.” His voice, deep, commanding, added another layer of excitement.

She didn’t understand why Jonathan thought she’d need much training. The words had barely left his lips and her body moved to comply.

“Spread your legs, shoulder width apart.”

Again her body responded of its own volition. She couldn’t hold back her moan of pleasure when Jonathan’s hands stroked back and forth over her pussy. He found his way between her folds so easily, as if he’d touched her there a thousand times before and knew exactly where to stroke to give her the most pleasure. When he used his fingers to rub back and forth against her anus, the spike in arousal came so unexpectedly, she gasped.

“Oh, baby, I’m so glad you like that. One of the things I’ve been dreaming of doing to you is fucking your ass. What do you think of that?”

“Oh, God.” That would be yet another first for her. She’d have sworn the idea held no appeal for her, but she’d been wrong. Having done a lot of reading in the past couple of months, she wondered what other sexual firsts she’d soon not only experience, but crave.

“Hmm, you shivered when you said that, and,” Jonathan paused, moving his hands from her pussy and ass to her breasts, “yeah, your nipples just got harder. Good. I want very much for you to enjoy all the delightfully sinful things I’m going to do to you.”

Bethany wanted to return the gift of the arousal coursing through her. “Please.” She felt Jonathan press against her and lean over her. The heat of his breath wafted against her ear just before his tongue teased her there.

“Please what, Beth?”

“I want to touch you. I want to taste you.” How could she explain to him how she felt right now? She’d been a wife for more than twenty-five years, and in all that time, she’d believed arousal and sexual heat to be fairy tales, some creation of fiction, or worse, a man’s cruel measure against which to find his wife lacking. How could she explain that in the few short hours they’d been together, Jonathan had not only given her more sexual pleasure than she’d ever experienced, he’d unlocked her need to lavish sexual pleasure in return?

Jonathan proved by his actions that she didn’t have to explain herself to him at all. He stroked his hands up her arms and gently pulled her hands away from the tile. He enfolded her in a hug, his cock pressed tight against her ass.  He kissed her neck and said, “Do what you will, sweetheart.”

Bethany wasted no time. She turned around, faced him, and stretched up to lay her mouth on his. She kissed him, eager to drink her fill. He tasted so good, and kissing him added fuel to her already flaming fires. Kissing had never been a turn-on for her, but it sure as hell was now. Could she kiss him so deeply, absorb him so completely, she’d be a part of him? Her lips and tongue left his mouth to taste and sample the flavors of his jaw and his neck.

While the shower continued to rain lightly upon them, she used her hands to test the strength of the muscles roping his arms and chest. She nuzzled the hair covering his nipples and inhaled his scent. She learned the subtle flavors of him, never before realizing a man’s chest could taste different than his chin, that both would hold a different flavor from his lips.

Bethany swirled her tongue around first one male nipple, then the other. She pulled back, surprised but extremely pleased when those small male buds hardened from her attention, much as her own had done earlier.

“You like that,” she said.

“What’s not to like? Keep going, Beth. I need more.”

Yes. She wanted, desperately, to give him more. She wanted to give him everything. She didn’t know if she could please him. Experience had taught her she was incapable of fulfilling a man. But she wanted to, God how she wanted to please and fulfill this man.

She stroked her hands up and down his sides as she continued to kiss and lick his chest, down toward his navel. His cock bobbed for her attention. She understood the mechanics of a blow job. She wasn’t certain of the technique, or if, despite wanting to, she really could do it. In the past—no. No more thinking about the past. Only the moment mattered, and in this moment, she wanted nothing more than to taste and pleasure the man who’d opened a whole new world of sensation and wonder for her.

Jonathan sucked in a breath, and she understood the closeness of her mouth to his cock aroused him. She’d come, but he hadn’t. Bethany slipped to her knees and fisted him. His cock, hot and hard, felt as if it was covered in the finest silk. Here, and only here, a man’s skin had a delicacy to rival a woman’s. She tore her gaze away from his magnificent dick and looked up at him.

“Show me how.”

She loved the strength of his fingers as they combed her hair then gripped her head. She loved the scent of him, so rich and male, so Jonathan right there at the base of his cock.

“Open your mouth for me, baby. Take my cock inside it. Use your tongue, and your lips. Suck on me.”