When new and impulsive sub, Brian is injured in a bad scene, the incident opens old wounds for his sometimes-Dom, Gar. While doling out revenge, Gar must come to terms with his fear of relationships and learn the shocking truth about his former lover, Angel.
Meanwhile, Paul’s uncontrolled jealousy of Brian comes to light and Geoffrey threatens to cancel their engagement if he won’t get his anger under control. In different ways the aftermath of the sadistic Dom’s destructive force puts these four men on the track to future happiness, but some will suffer more scars than others.
Warning: The MC in this story is baited into a scene of BDSM play and is abused.
EXCERPT – Brian finds another sub servicing Gar at the club:
At the second to the last door he heard voices. One of them deep, even and low. It sounded a hell of a lot like Gar. Throwing caution to the wind, he pushed the door open and took a step inside. He halted, paralyzed with shock at the scene before him.
Gar stood on the dais by the bed, as handsome as ever, exuding pure masculine control while some young dork wearing a collar and a leather Trojan kilt knelt at his feet sucking him off.
Gar’s meaty hand cupped the back of the guy’s head, alternately pulling it away and then snugging it closer to his balls. “Yeah. That’s right. See how that position works better with the collar?”
What. The. Hell? Brian entered the room and headed straight for his Dom. He noticed a third man in the room—an attendant holding a towel—who flashed him a worried look at his approach. “Gar, what are you doing?”
Gar’s eyes widened for a second, then he waved a dismissive hand his way. “Working with one of my subs.” He frowned. “What are you doing here, anyway? It isn’t Thursday.”
Brian took a step closer, tension making his moves stiff. Rising anxiety in his chest stuttered his heartbeat. What the hell was wrong with Gar? The intensity of their last encounter had stamped its mark into every fiber of Brian’s being. It had driven his need higher and higher for days until frustration had forced him to come here begging for more. Did Gar not get that? “No, it’s not, but I wanted to see you.”
“I’m a little busy. Come back Thursday. Thursday’s your night.”
The guy slid his mouth off of Gar’s dick and it hung there, pointing right at the man’s face, clad in its shiny latex condom. “Did you want me to stop, Master?”
“No.” Gar shook his head. “Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
The sub resumed his project, sucking loudly and fisting the end of Gar’s cock. Gar’s shaft was so large the poor man’s hand hardly fit around it.
Brian blinked, trying to understand the scene unfolding before his eyes. No, he hadn’t assumed he was Gar’s boyfriend, but hell, he’d wanted a little more than to be relegated to a weekly time slot. “My night? You have a different sub every night?”
Gar sighed and crossed his arms. Irritation showed in his features, in the way his brows scrunched together like two large hairy caterpillars. “No, not every night. Fridays and Saturdays are still open.”
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.
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