On This Day

On This Day By Kim Dare

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On This Day Copyright © 2011, Kim Dare Edited by Christine Allen-Riley Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com

Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-409-3

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Electronic release: September 2011

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

To my parents – who got married on a Wednesday, and who’ve said “Happy Anniversary” to each other every Wednesday since.

Chapter One

Frederick Tayton paused, one foot inside his house, the other still lingering on his doorstep. Quick glances through the various doors leading off the entrance hall showed that all the curtains on the ground floor had been drawn. The only source of natural light was the front doorway itself. When Tayton finally finished stepping over the threshold and closed the door behind him, no trace of sunlight disturbed the darkness. If it weren’t for the fact someone had lit dozens of candles and arranged them artistically around the high, elegantly furnished space, Tayton wouldn’t even have been able to see the naked man kneeling in the middle of his hallway. As he studied the scene before him, Tayton’s lips twitched into a smile. If nothing else, owning Denny certainly made life interesting. It also made it completely impossible for a man to know when he’d arrive home from work and find himself taking a starring role in an unexpected celebration. Tayton ran today’s date through his mind. Birthdays? No. Valentines? No. Christmas? No. Anniversary…? Well, none of the conventional ones anyway. Striding confidently across the room, Tayton stopped in front of the younger man, wondering if his lover intended to give him a clue as to the occasion. Denny kept his head bowed and his hands behind his back. The younger man was already hard, his cock curving up toward his stomach. Tayton’s own cock stiffened as he watched his submissive draw in a deep breath and let it out very slowly. It wasn’t the anniversary of the day Tayton had given Denny his permanent collar or of the date they’d met or even of the date they’d first had sex. It couldn’t be the sixth month

anniversary of the first time they’d conducted a full-blown scene outdoors, either. Tayton knew full well that they’d celebrated that just two weeks ago with an erotic little picnic, conducted on the kitchen floor in deference to the torrential rain pounding down outside. “Pet?” Tayton prompted, as he slowly circled the kneeling submissive. The boy really was stunning; the flickering candle light lent his skin a beautiful warm glow as it highlighted various lines of lean muscle. Nothing interrupted his view except the black leather collar around Denny’s throat. There wasn’t even a single pale-blond hair below his neck to cast a shadow. He was freshly shaved and obviously very ready and willing to please his master. Denny tilted back his head and looked up at Tayton. “Are you hungry, sir?” Food was the last thing on his mind. Tayton was just about to say so, when he saw Denny’s eyes flicker towards the formal dining room. Tayton followed his gaze. Through the doorway, the dining table had been elaborately set, complete with the fine silverware and crystal glasses—most of which Tayton hadn’t actually set eyes on since he’d inherited it from an elderly aunt more than a dozen years ago. His curiosity temporarily got the better of his lust. Turning his back on his submissive, Tayton strolled into the dining room to investigate. Everything within sight had been buffed and polished to within an inch of its life. Silver sparkled each time a candle’s flame swayed. “Shall I serve your dinner, sir?” Tayton glanced over his shoulder. Denny had already moved into the doorway and lowered himself back to his knees. Tayton ran an assessing eye over the work the younger man had put into his preparations for the evening. It seemed Tayton’s original intention of a quick blowjob, supper eaten from trays balanced on their knees in the living room, followed by a sleepy evening in front of the television, would be best set aside for another night. “Yes.” The submissive rose and silently retreated toward the kitchen at the back of the house. Tayton shrugged off his jacket, undid his tie and dutifully took his seat at the head of the table. Wine was already chilling on a sideboard. Freshly baked bread occupied a little basket on the table.

Leaning back in his chair and stretching out his legs beneath the long mahogany table, Tayton idly tried to work out what this particular date might commemorate. No doubt, his pet would tell him when he was ready, but guessing had become half the fun of these unexpected celebrations. The one-year anniversary of the first time he’d flogged the younger man? Three months since they first explored the possibilities of suspension bondage? Denny’s bare footsteps made no sound as he hurried back into the dining room carrying a tray bearing Tayton’s favorite meal. The scent of the steak reminded Tayton it had been a long time since he’d eaten, but that wasn’t the most important consideration running through his mind. There was only one plate on the tray, only one place laid at the table. The plate didn’t contain a double portion designed to be shared either. “Have you already eaten?” “I’m not hungry, thank you, sir.” Tayton studied the younger man’s profile very carefully. He was as stunning as ever, but as Tayton took in more details, he realized the boy was also full to the brim with nerves. A frown touched the corners of Tayton’s eyes. He’d never seen any hint of anxiety from Denny regarding any of his previous impromptu celebrations. Tayton absentmindedly nodded his acceptance of his lover fasting on this particular occasion, but all his attention was now firmly fixed on trying to work out what the hell Denny could be so nervous about celebrating. They’d been together for over a year, but Tayton was quite sure that he’d been away on a business trip twelve months ago to the day. That left some sort of six-month milestone, or maybe a three-month? Tayton glanced at Denny as the submissive knelt on a cushion at his side, waiting patiently for some opportunity to serve. The steak gradually disappeared from Tayton’s plate, along with each of the side dishes. “Excellent, as always.” Tayton ran his fingers through the younger man’s hair as he consumed the last scrap of food and sat back in his chair. Denny wasn’t so nervous that he couldn’t blush at a compliment. Ducking his head, as if that would stop his master noticing his slightly heightened color, he quickly rose and cleared away the plate.

Now that Tayton was looking for the signs, it was all too easy to see the submissive’s shoulders were knotted with tension. Unwilling to have the boy wandering out of his sight until he’d worked out what was going on with him, Tayton followed him to the kitchen. Denny stood by the sink, counting things off on his fingers as he worked through some mental to-do list. Walking up behind him very quietly, Tayton slid his hands around the smaller man’s waist and pulled him back until his arse was pressed tightly against his own crotch. Denny gasped as Tayton settled his hands on his hipbones and pressed his erection against his backside through his trousers. An unexpected sensation against Tayton’s fly informed him that it wasn’t only Denny’s enthusiasm for celebrating anniversaries that was keeping him hard despite of his nerves. Slipping a hand between their bodies, Tayton slid two fingers down the cleft between Denny’s buttocks until they pressed against the plug lodged firmly in Denny’s arse. It vibrated gently against Tayton’s fingertips as he jostled it within the tight hole. Denny whimpered as he swayed back against Tayton. “Have you been keeping yourself ready for me all day?” Tayton whispered in his ear. Denny nodded. It seemed to be the only kind of answer he was capable of right then. Smiling to himself, Tayton reached around Denny with his other hand and ran his palm up the boy’s torso until one of his fingers brushed across a pretty pink nipple. Denny whimpered and bit down hard on his bottom lip. Tayton murmured his approval into Denny’s ear. “Have you been making sure you’re nice and sensitive for me, too?” “Yes, sir.” The words were barely more than a whisper. “Did you use the clamps?” Tayton asked, rolling the little nub of nerve endings between his fingers. Denny ground his arse back against Tayton’s crotch as he pressed his chest forward into his hand. “Yes, sir.” “My favorite ones?” Denny nodded, already struggling to catch his breath. “Good boy.” Denny’s head dropped back to rest on his master’s shoulder as Tayton pinched the nipple tightly between thumb and forefinger then released it.

“And what else do you have planned for us this evening?” Tayton asked, flexing the fingers of his other hand to press the plug more firmly against Denny’s prostate. Denny whimpered as pre-cum leaked even more quickly from the tip of his cock. Tayton smiled and brushed his lips against the shorter man’s temple. “What shall I do with you?” he mused. “I could—” “Let me help you relax first?” Denny cut in. Tayton paused for a moment before turning the other man within the circle of his arms and looking down into his eyes. Relaxing via anything but a very enjoyable orgasm wasn’t high on his to-do list. “If you prefer not, sir…” Denny quickly corrected. The boy was already hovering on the edge of his orgasm. Tayton could see the lust in his eyes as Denny looked up at him, but there was something else, as well. For some reason, Denny wanted to help his master relax far more than he wanted to help either of them to come—his plans for their evening were that important to him. Whatever anniversary they were commemorating was that important. Tayton studied his lover carefully, wondering if this was an anniversary Denny had expected his master to remember, too. Denny dropped his gaze. “If you tell me what you’d prefer us to do, sir,” he invited softly. Tayton shook his head. “Relaxing sounds good.” Denny glanced up at him for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure he was serious. “Go ahead,” Tayton encouraged. “Thank you, sir.” Denny cautiously held out his hand to Tayton. Without another word, he led the way back into the hallway and up the stairs. Candles guttered as they passed them. “I should…” Denny faltered as he spotted the flaw in his carefully laid out arrangements. Apparently, burning down the house wasn’t part of the plan. “I’ll see to the candles and catch up with you,” Tayton decided. It only took Denny a moment to realize Tayton wasn’t offering a suggestion; he was telling him what was going to happen. “Thank you, sir.” Tayton watched Denny clear the top of the stairs and turn the corner leading into the master bedroom before he retreated to the dining room and began to extinguish the multitude of

candles dotted around the space. Doing the same all the way through the hallway and up the stairs, he finally arrived at the bedroom door. The sound of splashing water led him toward the en-suite. The big double bath was already full, the bathroom swirling with steam. Denny knelt patiently next to the bath, but he swiftly rose when Tayton came in and reached out to help him remove his clothes. At any other time, Tayton would have raised an eyebrow and brushed aside that particular service. Tonight, he let Denny do as he pleased. Standing still in the middle of the room, he allowed the younger man to undress him and set his clothes neatly to one side. Stepping into the bath, Tayton lay back and let the heat from the water sink into his muscles. He closed his eyes for a moment and simply enjoyed the way his body relaxed as any thought of his work as a financial analyst faded from his mind. He listened with half an ear to fabric rustling on the other side of the room as Denny dealt with his clothes. When the sound stopped and wasn’t immediately replaced with the sound of Denny getting into the bath, Tayton opened his eyes. Denny was kneeling once again on the folded up towel he’d placed on the floor next to the tub. “May I serve you, sir?” “Yes. If you’re concerned the plug will electrocute you, you may replace it with another one.” Denny looked at Tayton then the water. “I—” “Will be joining me,” Tayton finished for him.

Chapter Two

Denny turned his complete attention back to his master’s face. He knew that tone of voice. There was no arguing with it, and disobedience wasn’t part of his plans for the evening. Their anniversary was going to be perfect. The very idea that it wouldn’t be was enough to make Denny’s knees shake as he pulled himself to his feet and obediently took a more suitable plug from the shelf next to the basin. Slicking it, he quickly exchanged it with the one that had been lodged in his arse whirling away on varying speeds for the better part of the day. The simple fact that the replacement wasn’t sending vibrations to his prostate made it easier for Denny to pull himself back from the edge, but he still had to bite his lip as he lifted his leg and stepped into the bath. Right then, he felt he might come just from the wind changing direction. The bath was big, but so was Tayton. Denny wasn’t at all sure how to arrange himself around the larger man in order to give Tayton as much room in the tub as possible. He should have thought it all through far more carefully, should have better anticipated his master’s desires and worked out how to respond to them in advance. Wet fingers wrapped around Denny’s wrists, and the decisions stopped being his to make. Tayton guided Denny to kneel down facing him, straddling his body. Tayton’s erection slid against Denny’s buttocks as he arranged them just as he wanted them. Letting go of his wrists, Tayton turned his attention to the rest of Denny’s body. The fact Tayton’s fingers were now slicked with bath oils didn’t make the way he toyed with Denny’s nipples any easier to take. Even the mildest touch was enough to make him groan and pray for permission to come. When Tayton wrapped his other hand around Denny’s erection, he was helpless to keep his hips from bucking forward.

Staring down at his master, Denny silently begged him not to push him any closer to a line he didn’t have permission to cross. The idea of letting the other man down, on this day of all days, was more than he could take. Tayton raised an eyebrow at him. Denny closed his eyes, desperately fighting back wave after wave of sensations. The darkness behind his eyelids didn’t help. It was almost immediately replaced by the image of Tayton, naked and gorgeous, muscles shining as the bath oils clung to his skin, dark hair slicked back from his face, a five o’clock shadow highlighting his jaw and the desire to tease shining brightly in his eyes. Denny couldn’t let his master down. He took a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing every muscle in his body, frantically trying to fend off the approaching orgasm in any way he could. “Your control is coming along very nicely,” Tayton observed as the minutes ticked past, each one feeling more like an hour to Denny. He blinked open his eyes. “Thank you, sir.” His voice was hoarse, the words nowhere near enough to express his true gratitude for the unexpected praise. Tayton nodded his head, just once, and let his hands fall away from Denny’s body. Taking that as his cue, Denny carefully raised himself out of the bath, trying his best not to drip over his lover in the process. As Tayton stood, Denny snatched up one of the huge black bath towels he’d laid out in readiness and began to dry his master’s body. Tayton made no comment; he merely stood patiently in the middle of the bathroom until Denny had completed the task. Droplets of water clung to the dark hairs over Tayton’s chest. Denny wiped them gently away, taking care not to miss a single inch of Tayton’s form. That done, Denny hurriedly scrubbed away the dampness that hadn’t already dried from his own skin as he’d worked then tossed the towel into the hamper. Tayton still stood in that same spot in the middle of the room, his arms now folded across his chest, obviously, waiting for Denny to tell him what he thought should happen next. There was only one answer to that silent query. “Whatever you want, sir.” Tayton stepped forward, until their naked bodies were almost touching. “Are you telling me that you haven’t planned anything past this point?”

Denny glanced up at him. “There are massage oils laid out in the bedroom, sir,” he admitted. Tayton nodded, just once. Permission to follow through with the next stage of his plan granted, Denny led Tayton out into the bedroom. The oils were all neatly lined up on the chest of drawers. Denny already had one in his hands by the time Tayton spoke again. “If you intend to snuff out the candles at any point, you’d best do it now,” he warned. “Because you’re not leaving the bed once we get comfortable in it.” “Yes, sir.” Denny hurried around the room, holding his hand behind each flame he extinguished to ensure he didn’t get any wax on his master’s fine furniture. “There’s one other thing you’ve forgotten to do today,” Tayton mentioned, almost casually. Denny froze as he tried to work out how he had failed. “Sir?” “What are we celebrating the anniversary of?” Tayton prompted. Relief rushed through Denny. He smiled slightly as he blew out another candle. “It’s not a date you would remember, sir.” “Oh?” Denny did his best to remain calm on the outside, even while he mentally cursed himself. He’d known that making too much of a fuss was a bad idea. He’d bloody well known he was playing with the kind of fire that had nothing to do with candles. “It wasn’t really your anniversary, sir.” Denny risked a glance in Tayton’s direction. There was a slight frown around the older man’s eyes. Denny watched it deepen as if Tayton had suddenly realized something important and it wasn’t at all to his tastes. “If I’ve been celebrating another man’s anniversary with you, Denny…” he began. Denny shook his head and turned to face Tayton, but he was entirely unable to bring himself to cross the room and approach the other man without an invitation. “I wouldn’t do that, sir.” “A year ago this weekend, I was on a business trip to London,” Tayton began.

“No, sir. This was two years ago,” Denny blurted out. Tayton’s frown didn’t ease. His shoulders tensed as the expression in his eyes turned colder than Denny had ever seen. “Two years ago, we hadn’t even met. Would you like to try another lie? Perhaps one that is more believable this time?” Denny swallowed rapidly. His stomach turned over at the accusation. His head spun. “Well?” his master prompted. Denny took a deep breath, but the action failed to make the right words appear in his head. Even angry shouts would have been preferable to that cold, emotionless tone. “Denny?” His master was still on the other side of the room, but he might as well have been miles away. “Two years ago today, you met up with some friends in a leather bar in the city—it was called The Falcon.” Tayton nodded curtly. “That sounds about right.” “You spent the whole evening there with three other dominants. I can’t remember their names, but I think you must have known them for a long time because you were all really relaxed. You didn’t play that evening, sir. You were just catching up with guys you hadn’t seen for a long time.” “Your point being?” Tayton asked, his impatience clear in every syllable. Denny stared down at the bottle of massage oil still in his hands. “Two years ago today, I fell in love with you, sir.” Somehow, Denny managed to find the strength to look up and meet the other man’s eyes across the room. His master just stared at him for a long time. Denny held his breath, waiting for the other man’s verdict. Eventually, Tayton clicked his fingers, calling Denny across to him. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Tayton dropped a pillow on the floor at his feet. Denny knelt on it, glad that he wouldn’t have to worry about his legs giving way beneath him anymore. His knees had barely touched the soft cotton before Tayton reached out and tangled his fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to rest his head against his leg. The mere fact that Tayton permitted him to have that sort of contact with him allowed Denny to remember how to breathe. His master wasn’t as angry with him as he’d feared he might

be. Denny hadn’t screwed up so badly he couldn’t be forgiven. “I’m sorry for all the fuss, sir. I just…” “If you try to apologize for any part of it again, you’ll find yourself turned over my knee—and it won’t be for the sort of spanking you enjoy receiving or that I enjoy administering.” A tug on Denny’s hair demanded he look up and meet Tayton’s eyes. Denny had never seen his master appear quite so serious. “I won’t have you apologizing for falling in love with me or for celebrating that fact.”

Chapter Three

Denny was so shocked, he couldn’t think of a single thing to say. At best, he’d hoped his master would tolerate his soppiness. The possibility that Tayton would actually approve of it had never even occurred to him. “It’s a far bigger milestone than some of the others we’ve celebrated together,” Tayton observed. Denny tried to look down, but Tayton’s grip on his hair tightened, refusing him permission to do that. “Is there something else you want to tell me about all these anniversaries we keep celebrating?” Denny nibbled at his bottom lip as he tried to work out the least wrong answer. “Lies by omission are still lies, pet.” Their eyes met. “But if you tell me the whole truth right now, you won’t be punished for anything you failed to mention before today.” Denny closed his eyes for a moment. Tayton deserved the truth. It was little enough for him to ask for after everything he’d given Denny over the last two years. “The first few months after I fell in love with you, sir, the ones before you let me belong to you…” Denny whispered, only to find it impossible to go on. “They weren’t pleasant,” Tayton filled in for him. Denny nodded, more for the joy of feeling Tayton’s hand maintaining its tight hold on his hair than anything else. “You didn’t even know I was alive, and there were so many other submissives you could have picked. So, I…I promised myself I would always be grateful for anything I could have with you, sir.” Opening his eyes, he looked up at Tayton and forced himself to meet the older man’s gaze. “I never expected you to actually offer me a collar, but I

can’t stop being grateful for all the little things just because I have the big things now. That would be wrong.” Tayton said nothing. “I know it’s silly, sir. And I do try not to get on your nerves with—” “That’s enough.” Denny immediately fell quiet. Even his heart silenced its beating. “Have I ever told you that I dislike your celebrations?” Denny shook his head. “They’re not silly; they’re beautiful,” Tayton said. He might have been about to add something else, but he cleared his throat instead, obviously uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking. Needing to say something, anything, to relieve Tayton’s embarrassment, Denny said the first thing that came into his head. “May I know what you would have chosen to do tonight if you didn’t come home to a celebration, sir?” While one of Tayton’s hands remained in Denny’s hair, the other moved to his face. His thumb traced a line across Denny’s bottom lip. Suddenly, all of Tayton’s attention was on Denny’s mouth. No words were necessary then. Denny knew what Tayton wanted. He smiled slightly. “May I help you…relax, sir?” he asked again. Tayton’s chuckle gave Denny the confidence to smile more widely. He leaned forward, barely keeping back a groan as the plug moved inside him as a result. Tayton made no objection as Denny nuzzled against his crotch. Reaching out to Tayton with his tongue, Denny lapped gently at the hard shaft, rubbing his face against the other man’s skin in the process. Apparently, Denny hadn’t tried his master’s patience as far as he’d thought. Tayton separated them for a moment, but only to settle himself more comfortably on the bed with his head and shoulders propped up by several pillows. He obviously intended to enjoy a leisurely blowjob rather than merely come as fast as he could. Denny swiftly joined his lover on the bed and knelt between the other man’s knees. Dipping his head, he suckled gently around the very tip of Tayton’s cock, in just the way he knew the other man loved.

Just as he hoped, Tayton’s hand moved to tangle into his hair once more and guide his movements, letting him be sure everything he did would please his lover as much as possible. “That’s right, sweetheart,” Tayton murmured to him. “Just like that.” Even after all this time, Tayton had never stopped teaching him, encouraging him to get better at everything he did. He never stopped telling him when he did something that pleased him, either. And Denny had never loved him more for that, than he did in those particular moments. Tayton’s words built into a slow steady stream of praise as Denny took him deep into his throat and worked the muscles that lined the tight channel around Tayton’s erection, just the way he’d been trained. Denny knew Tayton’s cock as well as he knew his own. He knew how to take him to the edge, only to pull back at the last moment and draw out his lover’s pleasure a little further. Denny’s jaw began to ache. His tongue grew sore. Bending over made it ever more difficult to ignore the plug inside him. But he still didn’t do anything that risked getting his master off. Staring up Tayton’s body, he merely drank in the sight of his lover, until Tayton suddenly motioned for him to stop. Pulling back, Denny ran his fingertips over his lips, unsure what could have possibly gone wrong. Tayton held out a hand to him. “Come here.” Denny put his hand in Tayton’s. Just a few seconds later, he found himself straddling the other man’s body. Tayton took the top off the bottle of massage oil that was still in Denny’s hand and guided him to pour a little over his master’s cock. Denny relaxed slightly as he watched Tayton spread the thick slippery liquid over the hard length. It wasn’t the end of the game, just half-time. And Tayton wanted to change ends for the second half. Denny couldn’t help but smile at the thought. “Plug,” Tayton prompted. Lifting himself off Tayton’s thighs, Denny reached behind himself with his free hand and extracted the plug. He’d barely set it aside before Tayton guided him to lower himself down and slide onto his master’s erection. Denny gasped. The plugs weren’t even close to the size of Tayton’s cock. Being relaxed enough to keep the shaped plastic inside him wasn’t the same as being opened enough for his

lover’s erection. He stilled, eyes closed, head bowed as he waited for his body to adjust and accept the new, larger intrusion. “That’s right, pet.” Tayton’s hands rested on either side of Denny’s waist, the heat from his palms soaking into Denny’s skin. “We’ve got all the time in the world.” Denny nodded. He was vaguely aware of the bottle of massage oil, still in his hand, but he didn’t have the coordination to reach out and set it on the bedside table. Moments stretched out into minutes. Eventually, the way Tayton’s hands rested on Denny’s sides changed. Fingertips pressed more firmly against him, nudging him into movement. Slowly at first, Denny began to raise and lower himself. Tensing his thighs, he lifted his body, letting Tayton’s well-slicked cock slide from his hole. Before the head could leave him, Denny descended again. As the muscles in his legs set to work, so did those inside Denny. He clenched and relaxed the tight ring of muscle at the base of his hole around Tayton’s cock again and again, determined to give his master as much pleasure as he could. Each time he moved, the head of Tayton’s cock seemed to pound against Denny’s prostate. He whimpered in frustration, knowing he still wasn’t allowed to come. A thin sheen of sweat broke out on his skin, more from need than from exertion. Blinking open his eyes, he stared down at Tayton, trying to work out how close his master was and what chance he had of lasting long enough to make the other man come. Just as Denny managed to focus on him, Tayton tossed back his head. He bucked, his hips leaving the bed as he thrust deep inside him. The hands resting on Denny’s hips tightened their grip. Tayton let out a yell as he came. Denny stared down at him, barely keeping his balance on top of the other man as Tayton thrust through his orgasm. When Tayton slumped back on the bed, his body completely still except for the way his chest rose and fell in time with his ragged breaths, Denny continued to stare down at him. While Tayton remained motionless, Denny willingly followed his lead and maintained his position, his master’s cock slowly softening inside him. He didn’t pull away and lift himself off Tayton’s lap until prompted to do so. Sitting gingerly on the bed next to the other man, Denny peered down at the bottle of massage oil still in his hand through a haze of frustration. It seemed pretty pointless now.

“I think I’m as relaxed as any man can get,” Tayton agreed, taking the bottle from him and placing it on the bedside table. “Maybe I’m even so relaxed that, if you’re very good and lie quietly here with me for a little while, I’ll be inclined to tell you about the day I fell in love with you too…” Denny looked up at Tayton, eyes wide open with awe. It had never even occurred to him that his master might actually… Tayton raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you think that’s something that should be celebrated, too?” “Yes, sir!” Denny rushed out. Tayton’s smile turned just slightly evil. “In that case, if you’re very good between now and the anniversary of that day, I’ll let you come as part of the celebrations for it.” The air lodged in Denny’s throat. It had already been ages since he’d been allowed an orgasm. The idea of being kept frustrated for months longer made part of him want to sob, even while the rest of him continued to rejoice at his love being returned. “Don’t worry, pet,” Tayton whispered to him as he guided Denny to lie down alongside him, within the circle of his embrace. “You won’t have to wait very long at all. I wasn’t nearly as oblivious to you as you seem to think.” A pleased little blush stole its way to Denny’s cheeks as he laid his head on Tayton’s shoulder and snuggled even more comfortably into the larger man’s side, feeling safer and more loved than he’d ever thought possible. “Yes, sir.”

About the Author

26 years old, from Wales, UK, Kim writes about kink, love and happy endings. If a story doesn’t have those three things, it's not going to be written—at least not by this writer! Apart from that, Kim likes to write a little bit of everything. So far that list includes Male/Male, Male/Female, a few different varies of ménage, shifters, vampires, fairytales, time-travel and ghosts. It’s anyone’s guess what will come next… A firm believer that there is no “One True Way” for people to kink, Kim likes to let the characters in each book pick their own ways to dominate and submit to each other. As long as they stay safe, sane and consensual—Kim’s happy to let them live their lifestyle 24/7, or just open the toy box on weekends—whatever’s right for them. Published since 2008, Kim also writes BDSM erotic romances for Total-e-bound. Kim loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.kimdare.com.

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Handcuffs and Headlocks Undercover police officer Ed Rawlings isn’t just good at his job—he’s bloody fantastic at it. But there is such a thing as being too good at playing pretend. When reality refuses to come back, even when he’s off duty, something has to change for the hyperactive submissive. Could a no nonsense master be exactly who he needs to help him make those changes? Derby FitzGerald doesn’t do pretend. Losing track of reality when you’re teaching martial arts

would be bound to get very painful, very quickly. But maybe there’s such a thing as taking life too seriously too. Could a confused cop be precisely the right person to remind him of that?

Handcuffs and Trouble As the newest constable in the station, Trent Rawlings isn’t entirely surprised to find himself being hazed by the other cops. Determined not to make any more of a fool of himself than is absolutely necessary, he’s merely biding his time and going through the motions until he gets to the punch line. It has to be a hazing. If it’s not, he’s in real trouble. Kieran Osmond doesn’t know what the hell the little fool thinks he’s doing, stumbling into the middle of an undercover operation. All Kieran knows is that he has to rescue the younger man before he gets them both killed. Luckily for them both, Trent seems to be good at obeying orders and following a more dominant man’s lead. He may even be too good at it for Kieran’s peace of mind. Maybe Trent isn’t the only man who’s in trouble...

Handcuffs and Spreader Bars Harland Rawlings might have chosen to be a scene of crime officer rather than a “proper” policeman like so many of the men in his family, but that doesn’t mean he can’t hold his own with any cop who comes his way. Any evidence belongs to him until he says otherwise, and if a sergeant manages to roll around in evidence while tackling a suspect, then that man belongs to him until Harland has finished with him. Detective Sergeant Alasdair Grant doesn’t have good luck with men. He resigned himself to that fact after his ex turned out to be the worst kind of sadist, so he’s not best pleased when being processed by Harland gets him hot and hard and he has no way to hide it. When Harland offers to fetch a spreader bar if he doesn’t stop wriggling, he knows the other man is merely laughing at his expense. There’s no way the scene of crime officer could know how much Alasdair liked the idea. Harland can’t work out why Alasdair keeps blowing hot and cold, flirting one minute and running away the next. All he knows is that for some reason, even after the other man stopped being evidence, Harland can’t stop thinking of Alasdair as belonging to him…

Handcuffs and Ball Gags Police constable Andrew Rawlings is used to getting heckled while trying to maintain law and order at environmental protests. He’s not so keen on the guy shouting the insults being his flatmate, Ben. A protest is no place for a well-mannered school teacher, even if the guy is built like an ox. That’s why Andrew expressly forbade Ben from attending it, and Andrew isn’t used to his commands being disobeyed.

Ben has had enough of being bossed around by his best friend. He’s a grown man. If he wants to protest against the new motorway, he will. And, if Andy Rawlings doesn’t like it, well, he’ll just have to step up to the plate and start playing the dominant role full time, not just whenever it suits him. Nudity, spanking and ball gags—the punishment for civil disobedience has never been so much fun.

Handcuffs and Megabytes Mike Shane’s an old fashioned kind of cop. To his mind, police work should be all about pounding the pavements, interrogating suspects and following leads. It should not involve hours spent sitting at a desk staring at a computer screen. When he’s seconded to a computer crimes task force, he’s dreading spending all his time surrounded by computers and computer geeks. Carl Rawlings is no geek. With a body full of tattoos and piercings, along with a new found interest in anything and everything kinky, he’s not your average cop—or your average computer expert either. Immediately drawn to the other man’s old school style of dominance, he quickly decides that teaching Mike all about the new program he’s developed won’t be so bad after all, but who knows what Mike may teach him in return?

Handcuffs and Pretty Things Almost every man in the Rawlings family is a cop. Almost. Dane Rawlings likes the finer things in life. As a successful antiques dealer, imposing law and order upon society isn’t one of his main concerns. But that doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate the appeal of a man with handcuffs. Ross O’Sullivan has worked with lots of Rawlings men, none of them prepared him for Dane. When he’s asked to babysit a Rawlings outside a suspected arson attack, he expects his charge to be tall, dark and handsome. A petite, delicate and pretty Rawlings comes as a shock, and it’s not the only shock Dane has in store for him.