Wicked Wednesday

It is a wicked wednesday today, isn't it?

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I've got a contest on Charlie Cochet's Purple Rose Tea House, too. It's on until Friday.

And SWAK: Pushy Bottom is now out!



Darren Black has been watching beautiful, aloof sub Nikolai for some time. Nic is the pushiest bottom he’s ever seen. Doms don’t stick with him for long, but Darren plans on being the one who does.

After spending a night together in one intense scene after another, Darren introduces Nic to the pleasures of waking up with a lover.

Could Darren be the one to claim Nic?

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There's an excerpt on the publisher's page here.


It’s quiet back here, the low rumble from the main room muffled. I’m always pleased with the cleanliness of the private rooms, the simplicity. White sheets on a simple queen sized mattress. A spanking bench, a table and chairs. The cabinet holds the barest supplies—a paddle, some cuffs, some lube, a simple black blindfold. Nothing too personal.

I take out the blindfold. It’s soft, but not shiny the way satin would be. I hand it over so Nic can touch it, examine it. Anticipate it. Nic takes it, but looks at me, stares at me. He is letting me lead, and I know this is another gift. I might pay for it later, but for now he is being generous with himself.

“I’m going to blindfold you then undress you,” I tell him, wanting him to know what’s going to happen.

“Works for me. I’m okay with naked.”

That doesn’t surprise me at all. He’s a beautiful boy.

I take the blindfold back and move behind him. I can see the tension across his shoulders, in his back. He’s not nearly as cavalier as he likes to pretend. But that’s okay because I’m not casual about this at all.

I draw the blindfold across his eyes. Once I have it tied, I run my fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky feel. It’s heavier than I’d thought it would be, honestly, and very thick.

“You like guys with long hair?” he asks.

“I like it on you.” I don’t have a type so much when it comes to physical attributes. I like a man that needs what I can give, who craves it. I think Nikolai can be that guy.

I lean in and breathe, pulling his scent into my lungs.

Nic steps away, obviously surprised.

“Where are you going, boy?” It feels right, to call him that.

“Nowhere. Sorry, man.”

I’d like more respect than his off-handed “man” offers, but I need to address his apology first. “You don’t have to apologize for your reactions, especially if I haven’t given you any orders yet.”

“Are you going to touch me?”

“I am.” I speak quietly, keeping the mood between us intimate.

God, he’s lovely, standing there, shivering for me. I reach around him and begin to undo his buttons. His belly goes tight, hard, like he’s pulling into himself. There’s nowhere for him to hide, though. And I’m going to strip him bare. Completely. Totally bare.

I slide my hand along his belly, from his chest bone all the way down to his waistband. His abs roll, the beauty of his pale skin compared to my tanned hand is breathtaking. Groaning, I start opening his pants. He reaches for his fly, unzipping it for me.

I nuzzle his neck then pull his shirt off his body, trapping his hands. “I’ll do it.”

“But.”

I swat his ass, hard. “I said I’ll do it.” I growl a little. “I don’t like repeating myself, boy.”

“Okay! You don’t have to hit!”

“You don’t like spankings, Nic? Most subs get off on them big time.”

Nic shrugs. That’s not an answer.

“I asked you a question, boy.” I spank him again.

He moans and I see his prick fill. No matter what he says now, there’s my answer.

“You didn’t say you’d be spanking!”

“You didn’t say you’d be ducking my questions and making me repeat myself, either,” I point out.

“I’m not. Jesus.”

“Then answer my question, Nic. Do you like spankings or not?”

“I like good ones from talented Tops.”

I’ve shaken him a little bit, I can tell. I think it’s a good thing—he needs to be shaken up and to push back, and he needs me to push right back instead of giving way like everyone before me has.

“You don’t like admitting your needs, do you?”

He sniffs and shakes his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do.” Does he not even want to admit it to himself?

“Don’t speak for me, man. I know my own brain.”

“Do you?” I open his pants and pull them down along his hips.

“I do.” His muscles ripple, his long, thin cock continuing to fill for me.

He’s shaved bare and it makes me draw in a breath, my own cock twitching hard. “Who shaved you, boy?”

“I did it. It made my prick look bigger.”

I manage not to burst out laughing. “There’s nothing wrong with your prick, boy.”

His pale skin goes rosy, not hiding anything. Damn, I am going to remember this.

I slide my hand down along his belly, fingers sliding across his dick. His breath stops, and he waits, so tense. I run my fingers right to the tip, sweep my index finger across it, then slide them back up over his sweet belly.

He’s focused on me, on my touch.

I flick his right nipple. “You’d look great with a pair of rings.” His long, lean body is almost calling for them.

“I almost did, once, but I chickened out.”

“That’s the kind of thing that’s better with your master there to hold your hand, anyway.” When he’s my boy, I’m going to decorate him. Piercings and ink, both. He’ll fuss and protest, but unless he safewords, my will is law.