Tuesday Teaser 3/24/2026

3/24/2026

This week's teaser is from Love and Lust, book 5 of Pain and Pleasure

Taren Murdoch considered himself the luckiest man alive. He had a good life—one could say blessed and he worked hard to maintain that life. Taren was married to a wonderful, kind man, Ian, he’d do anything for. While not wealthy, between them they had a good income and had a
higher than normal disposable income.

At the moment, they were spending some of that extra money on a vacation celebration for their anniversary. A trip Taren had meticulously planned for with the singular goal of pleasing Ian, his husband, his sub, the love of his life.

So far, Taren happily admitted, Ian was darned pleased. And, yes, Taren was proud of himself, thank you very much! He’d found some interesting and fun new toys for them to experiment with while Taren continued Ian’s ever constant submissive ‘training’. Currently they were on their way to an adult, BDSM resort for a few nights of uninhibited fun.

At this moment Taren was driving Ian’s car while Ian lounged in the passenger seat, enjoying some of those toys. Taren glanced over every few minutes, appreciating the sight that was Ian. His long legs were stretched out and spread as far apart as space in the front seat of the car permitted. The long slash of muscle along Ian’s thighs twitched under his lightweight pants. Heated seats, Ian’s heated seat, kept his ass warm. Anticipation of feeling Ian’s round, firm glutes with a little extra pink and warmth to his skin made Taren’s breath catch in his throat. The
way Ian’s hips skidded first back-and-forth, then side-to-side over the seat made Taren’s heart beat faster. His only regret was he couldn’t put a hand over Ian’s cock to feel its firmness. Ian wore a torture style cock cage and over that a thick, leather codpiece. Ian’s hands rested on the seat next to his legs, fingers extending and flexing in time with the twitch of his thighs.

Warmth settled in Taren’s groin and his half-hard dick rubbed against the material of his jeans with every movement he made. A thin, remote controlled vibrator was up Ian’s ass. Taren tapped the remote twice. Ian moaned, back arching as he tilted his head back. Taren pulled quick, sharp breaths through his nose and blew them out just as fast. His foot pressed harder on the gas pedal. The urge to pull to the roadside and run a hand up the length of Ian’s neck and claim his mouth was almost
overwhelming.

Taren’s phone’s GPS bleeped and announced their exit was on the right in a quarter mile. Deep breath in, slow exhale, repeat. He glanced at the speedometer and yanked his foot off the gas until he was safely under the speed limit.

“Get a grip, Murdoch, before you drive up a telephone pole,” Taren grumbled.

“There aren’t any telephone poles around here,” Ian murmured. “Sir.”

Taren smiled. “Expression of speech.”

“Hmmm.” Ian straightened and readjusted the seat back. “I have a question, actually a few.”

“Sure.” Taren turned off the vibrator. “Do you want the heat turned down?”