SUBMITTING TO SIMON by Stormy Glenn

SUBMITTING TO SIMON

Sir Series 5

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Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, spanking, bondage, sex toys, HEA

Jamie McDonald is looking for someone to give him a little discipline. Nothing major, just a light spanking will do just fine. When he spots Simon Davenport at a New Year’s Eve party, he knows he’s met a man who can make his New Year’s resolutions come true. Thinking it’s just a quick one night stand, Jamie goes home with Simon only to learn that the sexy Dom has something a bit more long term in mind. He has an entire playroom in his condo and he’s been waiting for just the right man to play with.

But someone else wants to play with Simon and their not above killing Jamie to get him out of the way. With the help of some old friends and new, Jamie just might survive, but only if he's willing to submit to Simon and everything the sexy man wants.

Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.

http://www.stormyglenn.com/submittingtosimon.htm

STORY EXCERPT

As Jamie turned to look at William, a flash of white caught his eye. He followed the silk shirt and discovered a pair of dark copper eyes staring at him. Jamie inhaled softly as a slow shudder of desire slid through him from the intense look in the man’s eyes.

Ooohhh...now this one would know how to play. Jamie knew it by the glint in the man’s eyes and the thickness of his hands. He had no doubt this one could give him what he wanted, what he needed.

“I want that one,” Jamie said to Danny without taking his eyes off the man.

“Which one?” Danny turned his head to look. “Oh, no, you don’t want that one, Jamie, take my word for it. Simon is...well, Simon just isn’t the one for you.”

“Why not? Is he straight? Married? Involved? What?” Jamie asked.

Danny shook his head. “No, not exactly, but he’s...he’s intense. More intense than I think you’re ready for.”

“What’s he into?” Jamie’s curiosity got the best of him. He had to know. He hadn’t had someone affect him like this in a long time. His heart raced. His palms broke out with sweat. More importantly, his cock throbbed and begged for an introduction.

“Look, Jamie, I don’t know Simon very well. He’s a friend of Dante’s, but I’ve heard things.” Danny placed his hand on Jamie’s arm. “He’s not into anything weird, at least not by your standards, but he prefers submissive partners. Very submissive.”

“I can do submissive,” Jamie whispered. Just the thought of being submissive under Simon’s strong muscular body gave him the shivers. Very tall and well defined, Simon looked to be at least six foot two. At five foot nine, Jamie would be in heaven.

“Not like this, you can’t,” Danny assured him. “There’s no power on earth to hold your tongue when you get pissed off and you know it. It would never work.”

“So, I’m a sarcastic bitch. That doesn’t mean I can’t do submissive,” Jamie replied. “Besides, have you seen the size of that man’s hands? They’re perfect!”

“Oh, I swear to God, you and your penchant for getting spanked.” Danny groaned. “Honey, you’ve got to expand your horizons a little; try out some other kink.”

“Uh-uh, I like that one too much.” Jamie chuckled and turned to look at Danny. “Have you ever had your ass reddened by a large, thick hand swatting you over and over until you feel it all of the way through?”

Danny’s eyes widened. “Oh, TMI, my friend,” he laughed, holding up his hand to stop Jamie. “I’m serious about Simon, Jamie. He’s into a lot more than you are. Spanking is nothing compared to what he wants in a partner.”

“What? Are we talking candle wax on the nipples or something?” Jamie raised an eyebrow and looked from Simon to Danny. .

“Uh, no. I think I’m safe in saying there is no candle wax involved, but there might be a few other toys.”

“Toys?” Jamie asked. “I love toys.”

“Restraints, whips, plugs, clamps, rings. I could go on, you know.”

Jamie looked at Simon again and his eyes widened at the smirk on Simon’s face. Oh, this man definitely had possibilities. Jamie might never have indulged in the heavier toys before, but for this man he’d consider it.

“Come on, Jamie, let me introduce you to William,” Danny said as he pulled on Jamie's arm. “You’ll like him.”

Jamie shook his head. “Nope, I found what I want for Christmas and he’s sitting right over there.”

“Jamie... ” Danny said.

Jamie ignored him and walked toward the man he’d set his sights on, stopping once he stood directly in front of him. He waited for the Simon to look up while every pickup line he could think of ran through his head.

“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.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“So, how far to your place?” Jamie asked once they got downstairs and out to the parking lot. Simon unlocked the car door, opened it, and held it open for Jamie. Jamie smiled at the chivalrous gesture and climbed in. As Simon shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side, Jamie buckled his seatbelt.

Simon started the car, emerged into the traffic and headed toward his condo. “Not far, maybe ten minutes.”

“Perfect,” Jamie said. “That gives me just enough time.”

“Time for wha—oh god!” Simon groaned when Jamie leaned over and unzipped his slacks, pulling his cock out before he finished his question. Seconds later, Jamie wrapped his lips around Simon’s hard erection.

Oh damn! If Jamie could swear he’d be yelling right now. Little drops of pre-cum glistened on the head of Simon’s cock and slid against Jamie’s tongue, exploding over his taste buds. Simon tasted delicious.

Jamie used his tongue to lap at the head, pushing down against the tiny slit at the top. He wanted more. Jamie loved giving blow jobs, but this time, it was so much better. Hell, it was great.

Jamie had to stretch his mouth wide to fit Simon’s large cock into his mouth. Using his lips to squeeze around his girth, Jamie pushed the head of Simon’s cock up against the roof of his mouth several times. He couldn’t wait to feel that bad boy pounding into him.

“Jamie!” Simon growled. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

Jamie lifted his head and Simon’s cock dropped from his mouth with a loud pop. Looking up at Simon, he said, “So, come already. I have no doubt I can get you up again.”

Simon’s eyes widened and he inhaled so deeply, Jamie felt his chest move. Then Simon grabbed him by a lock of hair and pushed his head back down to his cock.

Jamie wrapped his lips around Simon’s cock again, swiping his tongue down the length of him and tried to swallow as much as he could. Jamie’s mouth moved up and down in rapid motion and he brought his hand up to caress the underside of Simon’s ball sac.

The harder he worked, the tighter Simon gripped his hair. On instinct, Jamie let his teeth barely scrap against the sides of the hard cock in his mouth. When he heard a loud growl, Jamie smiled just as Simon shot hot cream into his mouth.

Jamie swallowed as much as he could, his tongue licking up every last drop of pearly white seed. He moved his tongue down to clean up any drops that might have fallen on Simon’s balls.

Simon’s hand gripped his hair and pulled back until Jamie’s neck arched. He looked up at Simon and grinned at the dazed expression on his face. Simon let go of Jamie’s hair, gesturing to the cock hanging out of his pants. “We’re almost there, Jamie.”

Jamie knew what that meant. He placed a small kiss on the top of Simon’s spent cock before putting it back in his pants, zipping up his pants. “Bye-bye, I’ll see you soon.” He chuckled and gently patted Simon’s cock.

Jamie sat up and leaned back in his seat. He couldn’t stop grinning, especially when he saw the stunned look on Simon’s face. Jamie reached down and rubbed his hand against his own cock, hard and aching in his pants.

“Stop that!” Simon said sternly.

Jamie’s eyes widened. “What?”

“That’s mine now. Mine to play with and enjoy. Mine to have. You get to play with it only when I say so. If you need to come, you’ll come to me,” Simon said. “Otherwise, keep your hands off.”

Odd Man Out by Stormy Glenn

Blurb
Asked to look into a suspicion of abuse, Bear Black finds himself more intrigued by the man he is investigating than he really should be, especially considering the man is married. When he suspects that Andrew has been attacked, Bear goes in for the rescue and finds a man that calls to his soul as much as his protective instincts.
Dr. Andrew Sutherland has spent the last three years in hell, never knowing when one wrong move might end in another beating. Hiding his abuse from the world has become so common place, he doesn't even think of how odd his behavior might look to the outside world.  
When he's rescued from the latest attack by a man right out of his fantasies, Andrew doesn't know whether to submit to the desire he feels or run for the hills. But when his actions put Bear in danger, will Andrew be strong enough to stand up and protect the one man that has come to mean the world to him or will his fear prevent him from keeping Bear safe?

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/odd-man-out

Excerpt
Bear put the car in park and turned off the engine. He started to turn to talk to Andrew, but changed his mind when he saw the devastating terror in the man’s eyes. Even with the swelling around his eyes, the man’s fear shinned through like a beacon.
Bear climbed out of the car and opened the backdoor. He slid into the seat next to Andrew. Careful of his movements, he reached for Andrew, sliding an arm under his back to help him sit up.
“Careful now, Andrew,” he said in a low, soothing tone. “You’re in pretty bad shape.”
“Where?” Andrew winced when his tongue came out and slid across his swollen and split lips. “Where am I?”
“We’re in a car on the way to get you some help.”
The blue eyes that flickered up to him were still filled with fear but a little less so than a moment ago. “Who are…are you?”
“My name is Bear Black.” This was the dicey part. “We’ll talk about everything after you’ve seen a doctor. Right now, what you need to know is that you are safe.”
Every muscle in Andrew’s body went stiff as he whimpered. Bear knew from the increase of fear in the man’s eyes that he had just remembered getting beaten. When Bear saw a tear slide down Andrew’s bruised cheek, something inside of him snapped.
Bear scooped Andrew up in his arms and cradled him to his chest. He pressed his cheek against the side of the man’s head, murmuring to him, “Don’t cry, baby. I’ll keep you safe. I promise. No one is going to harm you ever again. I’ll make sure of it.”
Each cry that fell from Andrew’s lips tore at Bear’s heart until he wondered if it was bleeding just as much as Andrew was. Bear couldn’t explain what was going on inside of him if he tried. His emotions were so conflicted, he didn’t know which one to address first.
The overwhelming need streaming through Bear to keep Andrew safe and protected was overshadowed by his desire to keep the gorgeous doctor all to himself. And the rage building in his gut at what had been done to Andrew was tempered only by his need to see to it that Andrew was taken care of.
Bear didn’t try to analyze it too much either. His mother always told him that the spirits had a plan for everyone and he need only listen to the wind to find out what it was. The wind was telling Bear to hold on tight to Andrew Sutherland before the doctor slipped away and got lost in the breeze.
“H–hurt,” Andrew whispered.
“I know, baby.” Bear winced when he lifted a hand and brushed back the sweat dampened hair from Andrew’s face. Blood had dried in spots, caking his hair to his head. “I’m taking you to get you some help. Once the doc has seen you and you’re all cleaned up, then you can rest.”
“Ri–ribs bruised,” Andrew stuttered through pale lips. “Not broken.”
Just the way he said it told Bear that Andrew spoke from experience. His ribs had been broken before. It made Bear wonder what else had been broken. He would have asked but right then Andrew inhaled sharply and stiffened.
“What’s wrong, Andrew?” Bear asked quickly. “What hurts?” Dumb question, he knew, but this seemed a little more severe than a moment ago. “What can I do?”
“Just…” Andrew inhaled a slow and shaky breath. “Just need to rest.”
Bear was pretty sure Andrew needed a lot more than rest, but he wasn’t going to argue with the man. He gently laid Andrew back on the seat and then tucked the blanket back around him.
He lightly stroked his hand down the side of Andrew’s head, the one place he could find that didn’t seem to be swollen. “You rest. I’ll get us to where we’re going.”
Andrew nodded even as his eyelids slide closed. Bear watched him for a moment before climbing out of the car and shutting the door. He got back in the front seat and started the engine, and then drove slowly forward on the bumpy road.
Looking for a spot wide enough to turn around, Bear was surprised when the road ended in front of a small log cabin. He stopped the car and stared at the structure, taking in how well kept it seemed to be.
The wooden logs of the outer walls were old and faded with time but they were in good condition. And the place was clean, the bushes all kept back from around the small homestead and the grass at a manageable level. Someone obviously loved this little gem hidden in the woods and took good care of it.
“B–Bear.”
Bear turned and glanced into the backseat. “What’s wrong, Andrew?”
“Have to”—Andrew’s pale face turned a little green when he swallowed, which matched perfectly to the shaking of his limbs—“to throw up.”
“Right.” Bear turned the car off and got to the backseat in a matter of seconds. He lifted Andrew out of the car and carried him over to some bushes. Bear held Andrew as he puked, grimacing at how painful it look.
By the time Andrew was done emptying the contents of his stomach, he was panting heavily and drenched in sweat. His hands clutched at Bear’s arms, his nails digging deep. His soft blue eyes echoed with agony as he stared up at Bear.
“Tired.”
“I know, baby.” Bear glanced up at the cabin. He needed to get Andrew somewhere he could rest. Maybe he could get DB and Nick to come here instead of the tavern, wherever here was. He smiled down at Andrew as he lifted him up and started carrying him toward the cabin. “I’ll take care of you.”
Bear just prayed he could keep that promise. He also prayed that whoever owned the cabin wouldn’t blow a gasket when they learned it had been taken over by a bear.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Andrew jumped when he felt a light tap to his ass.
Had Bear just spanked him?
Andrew raised his head to look up at the big man, astonished. Bear started back for a moment, not moving, almost as if he was waiting for Andrew’s reaction. Andrew didn’t know what Bear saw in his eyes but the man’s lips began to spread into a smile.
“You’d better get to the shower, babe. I can already smell bacon cooking and you don’t want to miss out on that.”
Andrew started to move off of Bear. He was pretty much sprawled over the top of the large man. He spread his legs to straddle Bear’s waist, planting his knees on the mattress on either side of the man for leverage. When he pushed himself up, he felt something long and hard press up against his ass cheeks.
Andrew froze. He couldn’t move. He knew exactly what that was, and the answering response tented the front of his pajama bottoms. Andrew sucked in a slow breath and raised his eyes to Bear’s. The heat he could see burning in the man’s eyes made him flush.
“Bear, I—” Andrew had no idea what he wanted to say, or even if he wanted to say anything.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He wanted to beg the sexy man to fuck him until his eyes rolled back in his head. He wanted to feel that hard shaft pushing up against him, sink into his body over and over again until he screamed Bear’s name.
Andrew cried out and humped his hips forward when Bear settled a hand over his growing erection through his pajama bottoms. Even through the thin fabric, Andrew could feel the man’s hand move across his sensitive flesh. Each caress, each gentle squeeze was exquisite.
Pure torture.
Not having ever felt anything beyond his own hand, Andrew couldn’t prevent himself from thrusting his cock forward into Bear’s tight grasp. Andrew’s head fell back on his shoulders as he groaned. This was why he was gay. This gentle yet firm touch.
Had anything ever felt better?
“God, please, Bear, I—” Andrew wasn’t sure what he was asking for. He just knew he never want this to stop, whatever this was.
When Bear’s hand slipped inside his pajamas and wrapped around his cock, the skin-to-skin contact made Andrew shudder. His toes curled. He was positive there wasn’t enough air in the universe to fill his oxygen-deprived lungs.
“Just feel, baby.” Bear’s deep whiskey voice rushed over him like warm water. “Just let it happen.”
Andrew groaned again, his body tightening with something he didn’t know how to identify or even describe. He could feel it. And whatever it was, it was getting closer. Bear’s hand tightened. His thumb brushed the head of Andrew’s cock.
Andrew forgot to breathe when he felt a tingle began at the base his cock. It wrapped around his balls before shooting up the entire length of his shaft. The pressure exploded out the top of his cock like a geyser, covering Bear’s hand in a wash of creamy white seed.
When the tension holding him stiff faded, Andrew collapsed down on top of Bear. The only thing he could hear was the rapid beat of his heart. It was loud and thunderous, blocking everything out.
When the world around came rushing back in, Andrew realized he was sprawled across Bear’s chest again. Only this time, the man was rubbing his back, warming him. Which was good because he could feel the wetness between them cooling.
And he could feel Bear’s hard cock still pushing up against him.