Book Name: A Dance with
Domination
Author Name: K.C. Wells
Author Bio: Born
and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words
were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the
writing ceased, as life got in the way.
K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the
purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading
about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life
led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery
waited in the wings – writing about
men in love was even hotter...
K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute
of her new career.
The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it
only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea
that where K.C goes, it goes.
Twitter: @IslandTalesPress
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press
Blurb: Recently returned to the UK after
living in the States since he was eleven, Andrew Barrett is determined to keep
busy and make a new life for himself. He works full time as a copywriter and
strips at a club on Canal Street on weekends. But it still leaves him too much
time to think. Then he finds the BDSM club, Collars & Cuffs, where at
twenty-nine, he is their youngest Dom. Young doesn't mean inexperienced,
however. All this activity keeps him focused with no time to dwell on the past.
But the past has a way of intruding on the present.
It's
been four long years since Gareth Michaels last set foot inside Collars &
Cuffs. But when he finally summons his courage and steps back into his former
world, he finds the man who drove him away is still a member, and what’s more,
he wants Gareth back. Two men in pain need the freedom they find in each other,
but it takes another man's horrific plans to make them see it.
Excerpt:
“When you’re ready, Andrew.” Leo gave
him a nod.
Andrew acknowledged him, took a
breath, and then faced Dorian, who held himself motionless as Andrew circled
around him, inspecting him from every angle. “Good evening, Dorian. I am Master
Andrew. For this evening, you will address me as Sir. What are your safewords?”
“Thunder is for stop, Sir, and
lightning is for slow down.” Dorian gazed steadfastly at the floor.
Andrew picked up the cotton ropes.
“Have you ever been restrained before, using the technique of Shibari?”
“No, Sir.” Dorian spoke quietly.
Andrew unfurled a coil of rope. “I
usually do a full-body suspension when I demonstrate this technique, so I don’t
propose to make this a full demonstration. That would take hours. You should
find it comfortable but confining—and if I do it correctly, you’ll make
a very pretty picture.” Dorian quirked his eyebrows, and Andrew smiled.
“Shibari should always be aesthetically pleasing to the eye. It’s not just
about bondage.” He stood before Dorian. “On your back on the table, boy.”
Dorian complied immediately, getting up gracefully from the floor and climbing
onto the bondage table.
Andrew pushed Dorian’s left leg back
toward his arse, so that his heel met the curve of his buttock. He took the
first length of rope and wound it around his upper thigh, close to the groin,
securing ankle and thigh together and tying it in an intricate knot. He
repeated the process on the other side. Then he tied another rope around each
leg, this time closer to the knee.
Andrew pulled Dorian to his knees and
placed his hands behind him. He picked up the blindfold and a set of orange
foam ear defenders and showed them to the boy.
“I’m going to take away two of your
senses now,” he told the sub in a low voice that only Dorian could hear.
“You’ll be able to speak, but only safewords. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” Dorian’s voice was clear
and firm.
Andrew slipped the blindfold over his
eyes. “I’m going to insert foam ear plugs into your ears. Remember, if you want
me to stop, or if you have a problem, use your safewords. I will always be
right here.”
“Yes, Sir.” Dorian appeared calm, in
a state of complete readiness.
Andrew compressed the foam plugs and
placed them carefully into Dorian’s ears, watching them expand to fill the
cavities. He took a longer length of rope as he prepared to form the harness
down Dorian’s torso. He worked slowly, methodically, making sure each section
looked perfect before moving on to the next, until Dorian had an intricate
series of knots all down his front. He knew that each pull of the ropes over
his skin was heightening the experience for Dorian. Andrew was pleased. The
white ropes looked good against Dorian’s creamy skin, passing over his
shoulders and around his arms, down his torso, and at the uppermost part of the
thigh where leg met groin, slipping past his balls.
Dorian kept still as Andrew worked in
silence, making sure with every knot that Dorian was comfortable and in no sign
of physical or mental distress. When the harness was complete, Andrew stepped
back to survey it critically, adjusting a knot here, a length there. The boy
looked beautiful. Only one thing left to complete before I begin. He
picked up the leather boot laces and smiled to himself.
Andrew stood in front of the sub and
slowly trailed the thin strips of leather over Dorian’s balls and cock. Dorian
gave a slight shiver but then became still, his body tense as he awaited
Andrew’s next move. Andrew grabbed Dorian’s balls and pulled on them, feeling
the shudder which rippled through him. He tied the strip around and around the
balls in his hand, separating them from the shaft. He ran his fingers over the
sac, knowing full well that the stretch made Dorian’s balls extremely
sensitive. Andrew wrapped his hand around Dorian’s cock and stroked him gently,
watching as he hardened, loving the hitch in his breathing. When his dick
pointed skyward, Andrew looped another length around his cock and balls,
fashioning a leather cock ring around the base of his shaft until Dorian’s dick
was red and throbbing, looking painfully hard. Dorian let out a low moan and
bit his lower lip.
Andrew crossed to the table and
placed the banjo picks on each fingertip of one hand. He stood beside Dorian,
ensuring that Leo and Thomas had a clear view, and then trailed the picks down
the boy’s arm, feeling the brief start as the slivers of metal connected with
his skin. Andrew trailed his fingers over Dorian’s neck before moving slowly
over his back between the ropes, keeping his touch light. Then he moved to
stroke his inner thighs, noting the shivers which rippled through Dorian as he
brought his fingers higher, not quite reaching his balls.
Dorian quivered as Andrew stroked
along his inner arms, before moving ever so slowly down his torso, running his
fingers over the ropes, over the taut belly, until he arrived at the boy’s
groin. Andrew moved slowly, scraping the picks lightly over his skin, noting
Dorian’s shivers as he stroked along his cock. When he cupped the boy’s balls
and rippled his fingers over them, Dorian couldn’t repress the shudder that
jolted through him. Andrew toyed with his sac and cock, hearing his soft
whimpers as the metal danced over the sensitized areas. Dorian’s lips parted,
but no words came out, only sounds. Andrew ran both hands simultaneously across
Dorian’s back, watching the sub as he tried to arch away from his touch.
Andrew moved his hands away and took
off the picks, only to return with the spiked wheel. He paused, waiting until
Dorian was still once more, before running the tiny wheel over his thigh.
Dorian gasped as the wheel moved over his skin, tiny pinpricks of sensation.
Andrew moved the wheel away and reapplied it over Dorian’s chest, rolling it
close to his nipple. The sub squirmed as Andrew ran the wheel around his
nipple, leaned closer, gripped the other between his fingers, and twisted it
slightly. That got a definite reaction. Dorian hissed as he drew in a breath,
the sharp intake becoming a groan when Andrew moved the spiked wheel ever-so- slowly
along the length of his cock. He trembled as Andrew applied the wheel to
different areas, making sure the sub never knew where it would land next. When
he’d reduced Dorian to a squirming mass, Andrew grabbed the cup of ice.
Dorian whimpered as Andrew ran an ice
cube over his balls, and it became a low cry as Andrew simultaneously applied
the ice to his nipple. “Oh, fuck.” The words seemed dragged from him
involuntarily. Andrew circled Dorian, trailing the ice randomly over his skin,
watching him fight to control his reactions. Dorian twitched nervously, his
body tense as he awaited the next sensual onslaught.
Andrew put the banjo picks back on
his fingers and ran his hand over Dorian’s back once more, watching him shudder
as he moved lower, stroking over the globes of his arse and nearing his hole.
He slid a single finger from under his balls to the tip of his cock. Memories
assaulted him, as suddenly he was right there in Dorian’s place.
I’m doing everything you
taught me, Sir, he told Blade in his head. God, I remember you doing this to me. I
remember that searing, white-hot feeling that made me feel like I was coming
when I knew I wasn’t. He smiled to himself. Fuck, you were such a tease,
Blade.
Dorian was panting, and Andrew pulled
back, not wanting to rush it. He intended to bring the boy to the edge again and
again. When Dorian had calmed a little, Andrew was back, scraping his finger
over the boy’s hole, feeling the tremors that rippled through his body, his
mouth opening slightly but no sounds issuing. Dorian’s cock was rigid. Andrew
grabbed another piece of ice and moved it slowly over Dorian’s arse until it
reached his hole. The boy stiffened as he ran the cube around the rim before
pushing insistently, the heat from Dorian’s hot little hole melting the ice as
he eased it into his anus. Dorian cried out, a low, urgent sound, and he arched
his back, as though trying to escape the sensations which Andrew knew were
coursing through his body right now.
And then it was Brian kneeling
before him, Brian moaning as Andrew pressed ice inside him.
Oh hell—the sounds you
made when I did this to you. I knew you weren’t okay with it, not at first, but
you soon forgot about the discomfort when it was my bare, hot cock sliding into
you. Andrew
closed his eyes momentarily, the images there in the forefront of his mind. He
shook himself as the memories came thick and fast, some so painful that he
caught his breath. Not now. Can’t think of him now.
Tour Dates: May 23 – June 20
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