Please welcome Grace Duncan and
Malcolm Tate hung up his flogger when his submissive sought out another Dom and landed in the hands of a serial killer. Convinced his lack of dominance sent his sub away, Mal has spent two years blaming himself for what happened. But when his best friend finally convinces him to go back to the local dungeon, Mal’s grateful. Especially when he wins beautiful, submissive, firmly-closeted Kyle Bingham in a charity slave auction.
College grad Kyle hasn’t earned enough to move out of the loft his conservative, homophobic parents bought, much less to buy any of the other things still in their name. When he’s won at auction by the hot, amazing Mal, he’s shocked that anyone would want him. No one else seemed to—not his parents, his former Doms, or any of his disastrous dates.
But Mal does want him and Kyle lets his guard down, only to be outed to his parents. With his world crashing down, he must find a way to trust Mal—and their developing relationship—or risk losing everything.
I loved the sounds he made when he was aroused, like the one he made now in his throat.
“Yes, Master,” he said, breathless.
“But you won’t come, boy. If I’m feeling generous, you’ll get an orgasm tonight, but I’m seriously tempted to make you wait until Sunday morning.”
He gave a full whimper at that. I knew how frustrated he was already, and my cock strained against the leather at the expression on his face. I cupped his balls. “How are these feeling, boy?”
“Full, Master. Heavy and swollen,” he said, pure distress in his voice.
“Good. Good boys….”
“Should always be horny,” he replied promptly, though he didn’t sound very happy about it in that moment.
That was fine with me. I was a sadist, after all. And as long as he didn’t call his safeword, I was certainly going to satisfy that part of me when I could. “Exactly, boy. I like you aroused and frustrated. I like knowing these balls are full for me. You like serving me too, don’t you?”
Kyle nodded several times. “Yes, Master. I love serving you, even if….” He paused and I raised an eyebrow. “Even if I don’t like what I’m doing. I like knowing it pleases you.”
I kissed his temple. “And it does, boy. Very much. Now, over the couch, ass in the air,” I ordered him.
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Sadism & BDSM
Thank you so much to Sandra for hosting me today! I really appreciate it!
Sadism is a word that is often used to describe a cruel, heartless person who abuses others. Even Merriam Webster focuses on this aspect:
: enjoyment that someone gets from being violent or cruel or from causing pain; especially : sexual enjoyment from hurting or punishing someone
And, in one definition, they’re not wrong. However, that’s not all sadism is, and for those in the lifestyle, it has a very different meaning. In the context of the BDSM lifestyle, sadism is about gaining pleasure from inflicting consensual pain on someone (often a masochist, who gets pleasure from receiving—again consensual—pain).
The key there? Consensual.
Unfortunately, the roots of the word only make things worse. It came from the French writer the Marquis de Sade, who wrote about the cruel and abusive, not the consensual pain we use it for today.In Beautiful boy, Mal is a sadist. He enjoys giving pain. In his case, it’s with a masochist who very much enjoys receiving pain.
About the author:
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
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