Sweet and…Lovely

(And very, very kinky!)

Last month, I released To Have and To Hold, a story of honeymooning, herpes, and pegging for a good cause.

This month, I’m publishing Lovely Boy. It’s a somewhat different kind of romantic.

In fact, it’s a story about roleplay and breathtaking trust, the wonder of being used – or using someone – and of total and willing loss of control…

Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite (and any other sharp things you carry):

The gag comes out, unknotted and pulled carefully from between his teeth. He tastes a nitrile glove. Plastic snaps. The narrow rim of a water bottle settles against his lips. He smashes his teeth against it, desperate to drink. Just enough to wet the inside of his mouth at first. Then more. Water sloshes down his chin, and nobody wipes it up.

As his soaked collar wilts against his throat, Tobias mutters, “Hey. Look.”

“Believe me, I’m looking.”

“Okay.” He licks his lips. “I can—if there’s anything you want—”

Laughter makes him blush, his head baking with embarrassment and adrenaline.

“Listen. I’m trying to talk about—to offer you a, a ransom or something—”

“I know.” Gloved fingers stroke his cheek, cool and dry. “I know.” Softer; the laugh is gone now. “But why would I want anything but you?”

The heat goes from his face and pools under his stomach, pulsing, throbbing. Tobias breathes in hard. That voice and the laughter run down his spine; as if they’re replacing the fluid inside it, he goes numb and limp for at least a full second. He’s reached surrender.

There comes the rustle of someone disrobing.

His hands become fists, shaking, pulling at the cuffs. They can’t move more than a few inches. His feet neither.

He can’t. He can’t. Move. Think. Breathe.

Helpless, more completely helpless than he ever imagined he could be, he says, “Please.”

Even more than helpless, he feels overwhelmed. He’s not sure what he’s asking for or begging to avoid. He wants nothing and everything at once. If the cuffs came off right now, would he bolt for it or sink back onto the bed, savoring more than that instant of surrender?

“Shh.” The finger comes to his lips again. It presses against them, strokes deeper. A thumb hooks at the corner of his mouth and nudges it farther open. He can taste the glove, and saliva wells as it pushes deeper. Tobias swallows. Then keeps sucking on it, because despite everything, the sensation is oddly…good.

The voice above him repeats, intent and warm, “Why would I want anything else?”

Weight settles on the mattress, positioned over him. Knees on either side pressing his spread arms. Muscle flexes and his nose is brushed by wiry hair. The musky scent is familiar, but without being able to use his bound hands to hold onto hips, thighs, waist, to stroke and position and offer support, the presence over his mouth feels crushing. His mouth is full with the taste of salty, intimate skin. Drool mixes with sex.

Blindfolded, he hears everything like it’s in surround sound—immersive, but unreal. The creaking bedframe and faint protest of springs in the mattress. Heavy panting overhead, and his own uneven battle for air. The weight lifts a little, with another squeak from the headboard as it takes on some of the load. Tobias realizes he doesn’t have to panic. He tries to breathe. Puts his tongue to work.

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Lovely Boy is up for preorder on Kindle now.

For those of you seeking options beyond Amazon, I feel you on resisting the monolith; it’s just that to reach a broader audience, I’ve decided to debut Lovely Boy there and offer it through Kindle Select. However, look for the ebook’s release on Smashwords around April 2020. For updates when it hits broader bookstores, follow my Smashwords author profile, my blog on Goodreads, or subscribe to my mailing list.