Happy middle of the week to you, folks. It's time to tease you again, thanks to the lovely Angelica Dawson, who hosts the Mid Week Tease every week :-)
We got cover art now for the Dark Captive Antho, so, naturally I had to bring you another tease from my boys.
To set the scene, Dan has just come round in a strange room, tied to the bed.
A match struck in the room, and his garbled thought processes came to an abrupt stop. The light from that point seemed far too bright in the dark room, and briefly illuminated the rugged features of the man in the alley, as he used it to light his smoke. The man’s azure eyes crinkled up at the corners in seeming amusement, and Dan stopped breathing for the moments it took for his captor to run his gaze leisurely over Dan’s naked body. It was a far too fanciful thought, but Dan could have sworn he could feel the other man’s gaze almost like a physical caress. Sweat broke out on his forehead with the sheer will power needed to not have his cock rise to the occasion, when his captor’s gaze rested on that particular part of his anatomy for a fraction too long. The man’s full, sensuous lips kicked into a knowing smile, and then the room plunged back into darkness with a flick of his hand when the match burnt out.
Dan sensed the man step closer, his spicy cologne and the smell of tobacco a helpful tracking beacon of his movements, because the man seemed to move with the stealth of a large cat. Soundless, dangerous, a predator on the move ready to devour him. That thought alone should have Dan screaming for help, but he instinctively knew that it wouldn’t do him any good. Everything so far spoke of a professional hit, which begged the question as to why Dan was still alive. He had seen this guy’s face, so it was fair to assume he wouldn’t be alive for much longer.
His captor appeared to be pacing to and fro, if the slight air displacement wafting over his naked skin
was any indication. Goose bumps broke out on his exposed flesh, and Dan yanked at his restraints again. The hemp chafed along his skin, the slight burn far too arousing under the circumstances. The bed dipped, and swallowing his curse, Dan forced himself to simply carry on breathing. The cigarette end glowed bright as his captor took a long drag. He blew the resulting smoke into Dan’s face and when Dan coughed, the other man’s dark laughter washed over him.
“Not so sassy now, are you, Danny boy? Shame really, I was rather looking forward to occupying that mouth of yours.” He yanked the gag out of Dan’s mouth and he pulled a much needed drag of air into his lungs.
“Fuck off.” Dan growled the words through clenched teeth and his unknown assailant laughed again, seconds before he clamped his large hand around Dan’s balls, and squeezed. Pain shot up Dan’s body, hot, hard, intense, and he screwed his eyes shut, and bit his lip to stop himself from crying out. Through his closed eyelids he noticed the room get brighter, as the man torturing his junk appeared to have switched the lights on.
When his captor ran his hand up Dan’s shaft to pull on his piercing, Dan couldn’t stop his grunt of what … pain, need, he wasn’t entirely sure which, as the guy changed from a painful squeeze to a soothing caress.
“You’re full of surprises, Danny boy. Tell me, what shall I do with you?”
That question made Dan open his eyes to look at him and his breath stalled in his lungs again at his first proper look at his assailant.
The harsh fluorescent lighting played over features seemingly cut from granite. Stubble graced the man’s jaw, adding to the mean, dangerous look. Shoulder-length black hair framed a harsh face, from which piercing blue eyes regarded him solemnly. Try as he might, Dan couldn’t look away from those intense blue spheres. The man’s gaze pulled him into his will, and when he stepped up the up-and-downward slide on Dan’s cock, that body part stiffened in response. The guy noticed, of course, and increased the motion. Dan swallowed hard when his captor ran his thumb repeatedly over his slit, gently manipulating his piercing in the process. Dan’s cock jumped and hardened further, and he couldn’t stop his groan of pure need as he lifted up his head to watch the other guy’s beefy hand work his dick with unerring precision. It meant he was fast hurtling toward an orgasm he neither wanted, nor needed. It was humiliating to know how easily this criminal manipulated Dan’s body and mind it seemed, as he dropped his voice to a growly whisper which shot straight to Dan’s balls.
“Stop fighting it, boy. This one is a freebie. Let it go and show me how pretty you look when you come for me.”
Isn't that cover fabulous?
*happy dances and high fives her fellow antho authors*
Here's the blurb for my story:
A simple enough job. Grab Senator O’Flynn’s golden haired only son, and ransom him for a nice sum of cash.
Until Perry Robson got his hands on the younger man and everything changed.
The instant connection, the raw need to own this Danny boy’s submission, to strip away his secrets, and to protect him from the murky underworld, Perry inhabited.
Unheard of. Unwanted. Dangerous.
Danvers O’Flynn found it easy enough to give his bodyguards the slip, and chase the sexual thrills to be found in the dark alleys of Soho. He didn’t see the danger Perry represented until it was too late.
Caught in Perry’s snare he ought to be terrified. Instead, the whole scenario fed into his dark desires of pain and pleasure.
There could only be one outcome to such a macabre dance…
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Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.