This week's Tuesday Taboo is from The Art of Domination (Pain and Pleasure book 2).
The temptation to use his hand on Ian’s round ass was almost overwhelming. Taren took in Ian’s long legs and the way his calves and thighs twitched. He loved how Ian’s ass cheeks tensed and relaxed every few seconds. The slight spattering of hair covering his skin enhanced every ripple of his muscles.
Taren’s hand against Ian’s flesh was an intimate act.
Discipline wasn’t meant to be intimate.
The proper equipment was needed, so Taren had brought a paddle. It had to be small enough to fit into his jacket pocket. This paddle was the size of a woman’s hairbrush. The handle and paddle were about the same length. It was narrow and just thick enough not to crack under pressure. Paddle resting in his palm, Taren took his position behind Ian. Twenty-four hits, twelve to each ass cheek in an alternating pattern. One for each hour in the day Ian neglected to include in his vacation.
With every hit Ian rocked up on his toes, grunting and panting. No matter how he struggled to keep silent, even for a submissive man who craved pain, it was impossible. Taren knew what was worse than the pain was the thought someone who worked for Ian would hear them and know what was happening.
Ian’s ass reddened with each hit. His body tensed, then relaxed in quick order. His shoulders were rigid and his knuckles white around the chair arms. Ian’s willingness to submit and accept discipline filled Taren with pride and stoked the fires of love and lust.
My teaser this Tuesday comes from Jewel Cave, part of the Circles romantic mystery/suspense/thriller series.
Clint took a few steps closer to the french doors. Phoenix stood in the middle of the living room, ruff and tail puffed out. He didn’t make a sound, but his attention was riveted to the kitchen and side door.
Where is my phone? He’d had it in the kitchen while he made coffee. The goddamn phone’s still on the counter.
All at once jumbled thoughts began charging through Clint’s head. Dogs don’t act like that with someone they know. That was followed by things Griff had told him over the years: “Don’t let on to an intruder there are guns in the house.” “Lamps, keys, even a pen is a good weapon.” “Cooperate.” “If you have the chance, take it and run.” “Look them in the eye.” “Don’t let anyone get you into a vehicle if you can help it.” “Make noise.”
“Hey, cut this shit out right now!” Clint shouted as loud as he could. It was nice outside, the windows were open. Someone would hear him.
Fern ducked behind his legs. Phoenix didn’t move. Clint looked around for something—anything—to use as a weapon. A creak came from the far side of the house. He could only see part of the kitchen and not through to the side door. Had the noise come from the landing, the basement steps, or the steps to the kitchen?
Clint held his breath. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the signed baseball bat resting on a stand on top of his office shelves. It had been a housewarming gift from his grandmother when he and Griff had moved in.
He could do a lot of damage with a baseball bat.
Unfortunately, to get to the bat, he’d have to go back into his office and would lose the advantage of being able to see most of the kitchen and all of the living room. He had two choices: stand there and watch whoever was in the house come at him, or arm himself with a weapon he could use.
Clint opted for arming himself.
Moving as quietly and as quickly as possible, he stepped back into his office, mentally cursing when he hit a squeaky floorboard. He was almost close enough to reach up and grab his prize when he felt a presence behind him.
My taboo offering is from Home Coming, book one of Pain and Pleasure.
Taren lightly smacked Ian’s ass with his hand. “You’ll probably want to hang on.”
Ian barely had time to grab at the bars attached to the upper part of the cross before Taren removed the ice pack, codpiece, and plug. All were dropped onto the floor a few feet away. An enema blub, slick from lube, was pushed steadily into his ass. Ian heard the soft lob-lob as Taren squeezed the attached pump and filled the bulb, keeping it snug in Ian's ass. Ian bit his lip, fighting the urge to rock onto his toes. Ian knew the bottle of liquid Taren would attach held nearly half a liter.
Taren used both hands on the bottle and squirted vinegar water into Ian with enough force Ian felt every bit of it as the stream blasted and cleansed his insides. Ian liked it the best that way. He allowed himself the luxury of a moan when the sharp, quick sting of pulsating liquid sluiced through him. With one of Taren’s big hands on his shoulder, Ian waddled to the bathroom to complete his clean out.
Once Ian was prepared, he was guided back to the cross. He stepped up, gripped the bars again and rested his chest against the padded center piece. Taren took lube and a butt plug with three bulbs from the low equipment table against the wall. New batteries were inserted and Taren took up his position behind Ian, out of sight once again. As Taren inserted the plug, he turned it slowly, one way then another. Each of the bulbs was bigger than the one before it and the topmost bulb was elongated to a blunt, tapered end. The entire thing was curved in just the right way so his prostate would be constantly prodded. Once in place, Ian heard a faint click when Taren had turned on the device. Ian’s spine straightened without any commands from his brain and a shudder rippled through him when the low-level vibrations began.
He’d be hard as a rock soon. Taren’s hands on his hips turned Ian so he was leaning back against the cross. Moving quickly, a thin, ribbed steel bar was covered with surgical lubricant and inserted into Ian’s slit. It attached to a narrow ring that fit snugly around Ian’s shaft just under his glans and was long enough to jab at his prostate.
My snippet today is from The Art of Domination (book 2 of Pain and Pleasure). This is a BDSM erotic romance serial, but this snippet is rated PG.
At the time Taren didn’t realize it, but the day he pulled a half frozen, hungry, scared twenty-something kid out of a wrecked car during a blizzard was the most significant day of his life. The ironic thing was Taren had lived in Idaho all of two weeks and Ian had been born here. If anyone should’ve been stranded in that blizzard it was Taren.
What started as a rescue ended as a first date. Two years later Taren married the guy. Ian was not his usual type, but wasn’t that the way love worked? Ian was young, much younger than Taren, but not immature. He was a smart, interesting man who knew exactly what he wanted. A little bit of a perfectionist, but that was what made him a superb CEO and likely got him through Warton with honors and an MBA. After they’d come to know each other, Ian confessed he’d wanted Taren as a lover and as a Dom, from that first blizzardy day.
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