Smutterday - SWAK: Bondage

I'm kind of behind on Smutterday, so I thought I'd try and spread it around the week a little, do some catch-up.

SWAK: Bondage

Gage and Davey are a Master and sub pair who love each other very much and are committed to each other and their lifestyle.

As a pediatric nurse, Davey sees a lot of pain and suffering and some days are harder than others. Gage can help Davey through those days, but he’s aware that one of his best tools isn’t at his disposal.

Gage knows the power of bondage, but a bad experience in his youth has left Davey terrified of the ropes and being left alone, bound and vulnerable.

Can Gage help Davey work through his fears and teach his boy to love the ropes?

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Smutty excerpt:

“Easy, boy.” I take his hands and hold them. I’ll be the one to remove the ropes from his wrists. It’s important that he doesn’t have to do it himself.

“They’re heavy,” he complains, but I know they’re not.

“And I’ll take them off. Nice and easy.”

He can wear them for me for a few more minutes.

I hold his hands and slide a single finger between the rope and his right wrist, stroking the delicate skin there. He sucks in a breath, his fingers curling.

Humming, I lean in to lick along the edge of the rope, slowly dragging my tongue over his skin.

“Don’t...” That doesn’t sound like a real protest, though, and it absolutely isn’t his safeword.

I slowly unwrap the rope and bend again to his wrist, using my teeth this time, scraping the tender flesh. He sucks in a shuddering breath, and I wrap the rope around him again, loosely.

“The rope is an extension of my arms, holding you safe.” I keep nibbling, teasing, making him fly.

I work my way from his wrist to his pit, mouth sliding along his inner arm and he’s not fighting the ropes; he’s waiting for me.

I slide my nose along his neck, breathing out to tickle him with my breath. Ah, yes, a chuckle. This is good. I use my tongue now, licking and teasing at his skin.

“Teasing,” he accuses.

“I am.” And loving on him, making the spectre of the ropes less harsh. I want to make him wild. I want to make him forget the ropes he’s still wearing around his wrists.

I kiss him again, licking at the roof of his mouth and his moan is surprised, happy. I love how he responds to me. Next I suck on his upper lip and he reaches out, the rope brushing me. Humming, I bite at it.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“What do you mean?” I lick his wrist again.

“You’re making me crazy.”

“Oh good. That’s kind of the point.”

“Just kind of?” he teases.

I nod, laughing. Then I pounce and take his mouth in a breath-stealing kiss.

His bound hands hold me, the rope dangling down to tickle my face. I back off and make sure he sees me as I rub my face against the bindings, nuzzling them. These are nothing to be afraid of. My brave boy begins to chuckle at me, at my antics.

“You deserve a reward. Spanking? Whipping? A sound?”

“I just want you, Master.”

Sean
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Throwback Thursday - Personal Best

Mike and Jessy of Personal Best were the first of the Going for the Gold novels. They're into a little breath play, although there isn't any in the excerpt I chose, which is closer to the beginning of the book.

Personal Best

Mike could be a world class swimmer if he took care of himself better, so his team coach calls in a private trainer, up and coming hardass Jessy Turner. Jessy locks Mike down, putting him on a strict regimen that Mike resents a lot until he finds himself becoming a better swimmer for it.

The two of them resist their attraction to each other for as long as they can, but sooner or later they have to give into the heat between them. When things go wrong, though, can they, and their sports careers, survive the strain?

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smutty excerpt:

Okay. So.

Hot dogs.

Buns.

Chili.

Chips.

Twinkies.

Dude.

Mike packed the groceries in his saddlebags, shivering a little in his leather jacket. Man, he liked it being his night to cook.

He hurried home, the rain turning to sleet about halfway there, the traffic hideous and snarly. By the time he made it to the house, he had actually walked Bonzo the last mile, the roads slick enough to be dangerous. Jessy met him on the driveway, mouth tight, eyes worried.

"Your cell phone busted?"

He tilted his head, patting his pockets 'til he found his phone. "Don't have a signal, Coach. Damn, it's slicker than snot out here. I walked the last bit."

"I know, I thought you'd wiped out." Jessy grabbed Bonzo and wheeled her into the garage. "I bet you're an icicle. Go jump in the shower, I'll unload."

"No. I didn't want to risk a bad fall, you know?" His teeth were chattering. "Man, does the news say it's gonna be evil tomorrow?"

"Yeah, next couple three days. Go on. Get warm. Now."

He nodded, hurrying upstairs, stripping as he went. The shower felt good, and he turned the heat up, getting warm all the way through. Jessy eventually joined him, hands sliding over his skin, mouth finding his shoulder and sucking the water from it.

"Mmm... Hey. I bought... uh... supper stuff...." He arched, moaning low.

"Is that what you're calling Twinkies these days?"

"That's dessert, man. You said to get something I knew how to cook." He smiled at Jessy. He'd been good. No chocolate. No soda.

"I threw them out. I'll make butterscotch pudding." Jessy's fingers slid over his cheek, caressing.

"You..." He frowned. "But I was good."

"Did I say you weren't?"

"Well. No, but you threw our dessert out."

"It's not on your approved foods list, baby, that's all." Jessy chuckled. "Especially when coupled with hot dogs, chili and chips."

"Our other option was fried bologna sandwiches." He tried not to pout. Really. "Can we have whipped cream on the pudding?"

"If we have any -- you're not going back out." Jessy licked his lower lip. "I'm definitely going to have to teach you how to cook."

"I do okay. I can order pizza." He rubbed his nose against Jessy's. He didn't think he'd mind cooking, really. He liked doing things.

Jessy laughed and licked his lip again, tongue sliding into his mouth for just a moment. "You're not allowed pizza either, baby."

He chuckled, cuddling close. "Meanie."

"Oh, that doesn't make me a meanie. This," Jessy pinched his ass, "makes me a meanie."

"No pinching!" He laughed, rolling his eyes. "Be good or no chili dogs for you!"

"Can't have that -- how would I ever survive?"

Mike chuckled. "I don't know. You tossed the Twinkies."

Jessy laughed, goosing him. "Brat."

"Yours." He turned the water off, finding them both a towel.

Jessy looked at him for a moment, eyes serious. "Yes. You are."

He smiled, stepped forward for a kiss. "It's our first ice storm. Gonna keep me warm?"

"You know it, baby. You absolutely starving or can I convince you we need a pit stop in the bedroom first?"

"I'm never that hungry..." He shivered a little, tugged Jessy into the bedroom with the big, warm bed.

"Well, not for food anyway," murmured Jessy, pushing him down onto the bed and following.

He wrapped the comforter over Jessy’s back, legs wrapped around Jessy's waist. "You're better than food."

"Oh, baby, you do know how to make an old man feel special."

"Hey. My old man. Mine." He held Jessy tight. "You don't be mean."

Jessy chuckled. "Mean? Me? Never."

"No. No, you're not." Jessy was hard, but not mean.

Jessy's hand cupped his chin. "You're one of the first to say so, baby."

He tilted his head. "You aren't easy sometimes, but you love me. You take care of me." He understood how this worked.

Jessy nodded. "It all rests on you, baby -- you're everything. That's a hard truth. My job is to prepare you for that."

Jessy grinned suddenly, the smile seductive. "That, and this, too." Jessy's mouth moved slowly until their lips were touching.

He moaned, fingers sliding on Jessy's cheek, watching those warm eyes.

"Love you, baby."

"I know. Kiss me."

Jessy did, mouth taking his with obvious pleasure. He moaned, lips parting, tongue sliding against Jessy's. Jessy moved against him, tongue dancing with his, teasing and loving and good. They rocked, nice and steady, warm and cozy beneath the blanket.

Jessy whispered into his ear. "Rain, rain, go away..." The words matched the slow, easy movement of their bodies.

"Gonna be ice, Jess. Gonna be an excuse to snuggle tomorrow."

"You don't need an excuse for that, baby."

"No?" He smiled, heated all through. "Good."

Jessy kissed him hard. "No."

Another kiss, hard before it softened, Jessy's hips moving fast, solid on his. Mike arched, rubbing, meeting Jessy's passion head-on. Jessy's fingers slid down his body, going behind his balls and teasing, slick.

Mike nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, please. I want."

Two fingers slid right into him, Jessy going straight for his gland.

"Oh!" He arched up, hips rocking to feel the spark, the rush again.

"Hedonist." The accusation was fond, almost sweet, accompanied by another peg to his gland.

"Uh...uh-huh." He could be one of those. Sure. Just don't stop.

Jessy slid in another finger, stretching him wide.

Oh...

He stretched, arched. "So full."

"Just wait, baby. It'll be me in a moment."

"Oh. Please. Yes. You."

Jessy's fingers slid out, replaced a moment later by the hard, blunt heat of Jessy's cock. They were still surrounded by the blanket, Jessy stretching him, spreading him wide. Jessy moaned, body moving slow and easy.

Oh, Jessy just warmed him all through.

"Baby, you feel so good."

"You make me warm..." Mike nodded, leaned up for a kiss.

"Not warm, you're hot." Jessy smiled, hips moving, working.

He chuckled, meeting each thrust. "So funny..."

Jessy just purred, fingers of one hand sliding across his nipple.

"Oh..." He nipped Jessy's lip. "More?"

"Yeah, baby." Jessy moved harder, faster, cock pushing into Mike again and again, the fingers teasing his nipple getting more serious, pinching and flicking and rubbing.

Mike reached down, pumping his own cock, driving himself hard.

"So good, baby." Jessy bent and licked at Mike’s lips before pushing his tongue in and fucking Mike’s mouth.

He arched, balls drawing tight.

Jessy broke the kiss and licked across his lips. "That's it, baby. I want to feel you on my cock."

Oh. Oh. Mike whimpered, bearing down on Jessy's cock, balls emptying.

Jessy groaned. "Yeah. Yeah, baby." Two more thrusts, jerky and hard, and Jessy filled him deep.

Sean
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Smutterday - The Misadventures of Daniel and Zane

Daniel is a bratty sub and I have to tell you that I had an absolute blast writing him :)

This one is also just recently re-released as a self-pub, so I wanted to do a smutty excerpt of it, too.

The Misadventures of Daniel and Zane

Daniel seems spoiled and bratty, but what he needs is a firm hand. Zane has been watching Daniel for a long time, and he thinks he knows just what to do. He takes Daniel on, but can he prove that he can see what Daniel needs? Or will Daniel's acting out prove to be even more than Zane can handle?

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smutty excerpt:

He was in the elevator on his way up when he wondered if he should change his outfit. Baldy had been rather disparaging about it, on top of everything else.

No. He wouldn't go out of his way even an inch for that man.

He used the card to open the door and walked in as if he owned the place. If Baldy was asleep, not there or with someone else? It was over. No matter how bored he was.
Or how intriguing those dark eyes had been.

Heat pressed against his back as a blindfold covered his eyes, sending the plain room black. "Hello, Poppet. Thank you for coming."

Oh....

"It was a slow night." His heart wasn't in the insult, though, and it was everything he could do not to melt into Baldy's heat.

"Mmm..." One long hand stroked down his chest, unfastening his jumpsuit, fingers just teasing along his shaft.

"I don't even know your name," he breathed, a ripple going through him.

"You'll remember me, though. I promise you." The heat against him intensified, Baldy's body hot and hard and fine behind him.

He did melt against the man this time. He had a suspicion Baldy was right. His whole body was tingling, waiting, anticipating.

His ear was nuzzled, his clothes slowly worked off, the heat behind him solid, the touches to his belly light and infuriating and arousing.

"You said you were going to make me scream and all you're doing is teasing me."

"Daniel? Shut up and pay attention."

They took a few steps forward, Baldy moving him easily. Bending him over a soft settee. Fastening his wrists with leather.

"Oooo, kinky." A pillow slid under his hips, then his ankles were bound, Baldy not saying a word. "Very kinky." His words were a little less sassy, a little more husky and he was forgetting just why he was talking back to Baldy in the first place.

"Do you need to be gagged, Poppet?" The words came as two hands landed on his ass, thumbs pressing at his hole.

He shivered, whimpered. "No. I'll be good."

"Good boy." He felt the slick touch around his hole. "Very good boy."

He moaned, pushing back into the touch. Baldy's hands were big, fingers large. It felt good. Two slick fingers slid deep, pushing in hard and then disappearing, only to slam in again. He whimpered, tried to spread his legs, but couldn't.

One hot hand settled on the small of his back, hard and sure, thumb and forefinger holding him open. So strong. God. One-handed -- holding him open with one hand and fucking him with the other.

Baldy was right -- if he'd missed this he'd have regretted it.

Then. Oh, Lord. Hot and so wide and stretching him inexorably. His groan was pushed out from him by that huge cock. Sparks flashed behind his eyelids as Baldy filled him, spreading him wide and pressing in so fucking deep, branding him.

His fingers grasped at the cushions, his mouth open on soundless breaths.

Sean

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