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by H.C. Brown
Club Floggers Book 2
Blurb:
Everything
is going well for badass Dom, Nash Mage, and his sweet sub, Paul, until
Nash does a favor for Rio, the owner of Floggers’ BDSM Club.
Expecting
Paul to trust him implicitly, Nash’s world falls apart when he finds
his confused, innocent sub in the arms of his nemesis, Frank. Teetering
on the edge of sanity and out of control, Nash is looking for revenge.
Excerpt:
Nash Mage snuggled against Paul’s
back. To think a couple of months ago, he would never have contemplated
the idea of spooning a sub. He slipped his heavy shaft between Paul’s legs and buried his face in the soft skin of the man’s neck. He loved his sub’s scent,
especially after a night of hard sex. He kissed his neck and licked a
path to his ear, suckled the ear lobe. God, he could not get enough of
the taste of Paul or of fucking his sweet, innocent sub until the man
screamed out Nash’s name in ecstasy.
Running
his hand down Paul’s arm, he reveled at the touch of his lover’s smooth
skin against his palm. He cupped Paul’s small, muscular buttock and
smiled. The sub’s ass carried the marks of his whip. His lover’s moans
of delight still rang in his ears. Nash rolled away, took a conDom from
the bedside table, and slipped it on. He put on his stern Dom face and
rolled Paul onto his back. He pushed between the man’s legs, and took a
firm grasp of both his sub’s nipple rings. “Wake up, slave.”
“You’re insatiable . . . Master.”
Paul yawned and opened his eyes. “My ass is still tingling from our
session at Floggers.” His mouth curled up at the corners. “You hurt me
real good.”
“Lift
your legs. I want to see your ass.” Nash rolled back on his knees.
Taking Paul’s ankles, he pushed the man’s legs up to chest. “Higher . . . yeah, like that . . . . there’s a good boy. Now, that’s a sweet sight. Hold onto your knees, I wanna lick that cute ass all over.”
Nash
gazed down at Paul’s tight star, still glossy with lube. The sight of
his sweet sub, legs up and helpless, in the swing at Floggers flashed
into his mind. Fuck, all that prime ass just hanging there waiting for
his attention. Oh yeah,
that image would keep him hard for a fucking week. He bent to lick the
deep, red lines covering his sub’s smooth skin. His balls ached with the
desperate desire to fill Paul. He pressed one last kiss on his sub’s
balls, and then drew away. With a growl, he met Paul’s smoldering gaze.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you, Nash . . . fuck me ‘til I scream.”
“I think you need some manners, slave.”
With one hard thrust of his hips, Nash sank to the balls inside Paul’s
slippery hole. He gazed into Paul’s startled expression. “We’re going
back to Floggers tonight, so I can continue your education.”
* * * * *
Paul
gasped. His ass exploded into ecstasy. The studs on Nash’s cock grazed
across his pleasure spot, making him cry out with the intensity. Hell,
he craved Nash’s touch. His Master knew exactly what he needed and drove
into him hard without mercy. The bond between them had grown into more
than Master and slave. Paul loved Nash with a passion that frightened
him. The man was complicated; he lived on the edge and carried a history
of broken trust. Paul moaned and gazed into Nash’s midnight eyes. When
his Master fucked him, the delicious man turned into a mythical god. All
tense muscle and golden skin, long, silken, black hair framing his
handsome face . . . the passion in the man’s eyes alone could bring Paul
to climax. He could trust Nash with his body, why did he have trouble
trusting him with his heart?
* * * * *
Nash
lowered Paul’s legs and lay on his sub’s damp body. In the last couple
of minutes, Paul’s demeanor had changed. Rocking his hips slowly, Nash
bent to kiss his lover. Paul’s passionate response melted his heart. The
first buzz of lust that hit him the day they met in Floggers had moved
up to a new level. For the first time in his life, he considered making
this a permanent relationship. Yeah, badass Dom, Nash Mage, needed this
man in his life—go figure. He wanted Paul to feel the same way about
him, but he had his doubts. This had not been the first time he’d
noticed Paul’s sudden withdrawal during sex. Maybe Paul had tired of him
and wanted to move on. The thought of anyone else touching his virgin
made his blood boil. They needed to talk, but first, he would satisfy
his lusty sub. Brushing a damp curl from Paul’s cheek, he met his sub’s
gaze. “You okay . . . not too sore? I know I’ve been riding you all
night.”
“I can never have enough of you.” Paul lifted his chin. “Ride me to hell, Master.”
Nash
ran his hands down Paul’s delicious, smooth body, cupped his sub’s
delectable ass, and drove in deep. So hot and so tight. Hell yeah, sex
had always been this good with Paul; his little virgin knew how to
please. His sweet sub’s lashes dropped over his beautiful, brown eyes.
Fuck, he could see the man’s soul in those chocolate depths. His balls
grew hot. When Paul made that small sound of delight and sprayed his
belly with white strings of hot cum, Nash joined him, falling over the
edge with head spinning pleasure.
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