Wednesday Briefs #44 - Sire and Justice

Greetings folks. 

Sire and Justice are really building a story here.

I hope you are enjoying it!

Today's prompt is a character crying.

Character Crying

“Mmph.” Justice held onto his lover as if his life depended on it. He sighed deeply, trying to hold back the tears starting to fall from his eyelids. He’d done it. Justice made himself relevant in Sire’s life and all he needed to do now was convince his Sire to make that next step. Though Sire seemed to be backtracking on the agreement they’d made months ago, Justice was still happy at how much progress they’d made in this short time period.  

Sire’s azure eyes met Justice’ gaze. He kissed him lightly on the lips. “What’s wrong, lover? Why the tears?” Sire gently brushed his calloused hand against Justice’ face. “I thought you’d be happy to be with me long term.”

Justice sniffed and chuckled through the moisture pouring form his eyelids. He moistened his lips and gulped hard. His mouth felt like sandpaper. “Oh, of course I am Sire. I’m just in shock. I mean−” Justice straightened himself on Sire’s lap and laid his head onto Sire’s. “I’ve been wondering if you’d ever acknowledge the way we feel about one another, I mean, I know you loved your wife and all and um.” Justice stopped himself a moment to make sure the thought he was trying to convey didn’t come across all wrong. “I didn’t want to try replacing her, I just wanted to be important to you.”

“And you are.” Sire lifted Justice’ chin and placed small pecks on the trail of tears. “You are very special to me. You’ll never replace anything I had with Tawnya. What we have is unique and beautiful. I love you just the same but I’m treating the two loves as very different situations. Tawyna was my life partner as a young man and now I have you as an older man. I would consider myself very lucky to have fallen in love with two very lovely people.” Sire ran his hands over Justice’ silk shirt, tracing the ruffles one by one. “You’re my partner, my helper, my confidant. You’re my man, Justice. With this bracelet it means we’re committed and like I said, it doesn’t mean that we aren’t going to make that next step, I only want you to realize how D/s isn’t the whole thing in our relationship. It’s only part of it. It’s an enhancement.”

Justice nodded and dropped his head, somewhat disappointed in Sire’s answer. Didn’t Sire realize that Justice craved for the D/s to be more than just part of their commitment? He wanted to live it to its fullest. He desired for his Sire to test his abilities, push him to the limits, take him to new heights that he knew only Sire could take him in. Going to the munches weren’t just entertainment for him, they were a learning experience. He wished Sire would take a more active role in showing him the importance of discipline and authority then coat it with love. It wasn’t a game to him it was part of what he wanted out of their life together.

I hope he sees where I’m coming from.

“Justice? Do you feel better now, love?” Sire raised his bushy eyebrows and curled his arms around Justice’ waist. “Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

Justice reciprocated the small kiss Sire gave him and rested his hands on his old man’s broad shoulders. He enjoyed that deep voice with the British accent asking him how he was feeling and being all nice but not as much as the tough talk laced with expletives that Sire used when he wanted something right then. It was more than just the way he said it but how he showed his anger if things weren’t done just so. Until Sire, Justice had never known this side of him that wanted to be spanked, bound, and forced to wait to climax. He’d always looked for a more mature man to love him and Sire was that man who introduced him to a world he never thought he’d take so much pleasure in.

Recalling the first couple of nights they played, Justice sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He softly ran his hand over Sire’s face and kissed the tip of his nose. “I do, Sire, I just want you to realize how important all this is to me and how I look forward to it being a bigger part of our lives.” And he did even if it meant doing something wrong on purpose just to see his personal drill sergeant in action.

Justice felt he was never cut out for military life since he often thought of himself as a wimp but with Sire as his lover he could have part of that along with the nurturing lover he’d always been searching for.

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Wednesday Briefs #43 Sire and Justice

Good morning

I';m participating in the Wednesday Briefs once again, playing with Sire and Justice

And I love the way the story is developing into a more complete tale.

Today we're using this prompt

Justice grabbed the mug from the table and fixed Sire’s coffee as he liked; black with 3 cubes of sugar. He released a breath, happy that the mug hadn’t really been displaced. Not only that, he’d made his Sire happy which meant he’d be close to what he really wanted; complete acceptance, total love, and a collar. The ultimate gift for any sub was to be collared by their dom. Justice wanted this most of all and he hoped his efforts to be the perfect sub wouldn’t go unnoticed.

“Here you are, Sire.” Justice placed the mug on the side of his plate. “Just as you like. Is there anything else?” Justice waited for Sire to tell him to sit. He’d been up most of the morning making sure everything was spic and span, exactly to his liking.

Sire looked up at him and waved out his hand towards the chair opposite him. “No luv, please…relax. I know you’ve been working very hard and besides, I have something to give you.”

Justice smiled wide and pulled out the chair, settling in. His feet ached from running around looking for the mug and cleaning all morning. He closed his eyes when his butt hit the chair and waited with anticipation to see what Sire was going to give him. Could it be a collar? A ring? No, Sire isn’t the type to marry me again is he? Well damn, gay marriage did become legal here in Illinois. Justice would be overly happy if Sire did make that commitment to him but with a collar…yes that would be better than a ring. “Oh Sire…you… I’m sorry, can I speak?”

Sire reached in his pocket and pulled out a small box. “Of course, luv. You’re relaxing now that means you relax as a sub too. As long as you don’t get out of line then there is no problem.” Sire reached across the table and grabbed onto Justice hand. He lightly dragged his nails along Justice’ skin and toyed with his fingers. “Sometimes you take this submissive role to the hilt. I mean, I know we like to play that way but… some of it gets a little much, right? The last munch we went to was, well more than enough. I’m happy to have you as my sub but some of the D/s relationship goes too far.”

Justice sucked in a breath, loving the way Sire touched him. So gentle, so erotic. His cock hardened in his jeans just thinking of what Sire would do to him after he finished breakfast. Justice was so lost in what Sire was doing, he totally missed what Sire was trying to say. “Forgive me Sire, I missed what you said. I was caught up in the moment. You’re making me horny.”

Sire flashed a wicked smile and wiped his mouth with his napkin without letting go. When he finished, he took both of Justice’ palms and gently kissed his knuckles. “My love, I am your Sire, your dom, but more importantly, I am your lover. It is true, I do expect to be cared for a certain kind of way but a lot of what they preach at the munches we attended from time to time is a little too much for me. By no means am I saying it’s wrong because I know it is a way that some people express their love for the person they adore. It is not my way though, Justice. We play the game, yes, I like some things; the restraints, the hot wax, keeping you from cumming, I love all of that. However, I have no wishes to go any further, just as we chatted about in the beginning.”

“Yes Sire. There are things I’m not into as well. I mostly crave the discipline.” Justice straightened his shoulders, trying to stay attentive to what Sire was saying despite his touches.

“And I have no problem giving it to you.” Sire’s blue eyes met Justice’ gaze. He planted soft kisses on Justice’ fingertip and followed those with licks. “You are my lover, first and foremost, Justice and because you are exactly what I’ve asked for, I wanted you to have this.” Sire let go and reached for the box, placing it in front of Justice. “You have earned this, my love. However, this is only the beginning.”

Justice nodded and his eyes dropped to the black, velvet box. It looked about the right size for the collar but they’d only been seeing one another for a year. He thought it was a little too soon to receive that ultimate gift.

“Justice?” Sire cocked an eyebrow. “Lover, please open it. I told you to relax.”

Justice’ heart thudded against his ribs. His mouth tasted like sandpaper. Oh what is it? I can’t be disappointed if he doesn’t collar me? He loves me, I know he does but… like he just said, it is just the beginning. It’s something before the collaring. Justice gulped hard and gripped the box firmly in hand. He ran his finger across the top, loving the feel of velvet against his flesh. A part of him didn’t want to open it just so he wouldn’t get overly upset if it wasn’t what he craved. Bracing himself, he cleared his throat and pulled it open. “Oh… Sire, it’s lovely.” No it wasn’t the collar but instead a beautiful silver bracelet with charms of everything he loved; books, motorbikes, music, along with a heart and key. “Sire, you…you shouldn’t have.” Justice picked it up, holding it in front of his face. “What is the key and heart for my Sire?”

“Well my love, only you have the key to my heart.” Sire took the bracelet and unhooked it. “I didn’t think anyone would ever have my heart after my dearest Tawnya passed away but I was clearly mistaken.” He closed the clasp and kissed Justice’ wrist before making a trail up his arm. “I love you, Justice more than anything.” Sire yanked him into his lap, urging him to sit.

Justice did that and reciprocated the kiss. He thrust his tongue into Sire’s mouth, fighting for prominence. “I love you too, my Sire.” Justice groaned into his embrace. And I will never, ever love another.”

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Hope you enjoyed. Please take a look at the other authors this week!

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Julie Lynn Hayes

Wednesday Briefs #42 - New Story from Binding Justice

Greetings

I'm excited to start a new story for existing characters, Sire Jacobs and Justice Densley from Binding Justice. 

To give you a little background on them, here is the synopsis:

Sire Jacobs, a transplanted British man, retired officer from the army has recently been widowed when he loses his wife Tawyna to cancer. At age fifty, he’s now in search of someone to help him since he is hobbled by an old war injury to his leg that pains him to walk. Not to mention, he would like to have some sort of companion, not for love but more for sex as well as assistance.

Three weeks after his wife’s death, he’s visited by his good friend Gabriel, a gay entrepreneur who comes to Chicago primarily for his new club opening but also to support Sire through this difficult time. While there, he tells Sire that he should explore his “gay side” that has laid dormant for years because of his marriage as well as his status in the military. Sire somewhat agrees but is hesitant about becoming involved with someone new so soon.

Jarvis Densley, a twenty three year old retail worker from the north side of Chicago is lonely and desires someone new in his life. He lives with an older man, Abe, who’s the cousin of his friend Paulo. Abe was nice enough to take Jarvis in when his parents threw him out the house after admitting he was gay. Jarvis is a lanky young man who Abe and Paulo urge to start caring more about his appearance since he wants to be in a committed relationship.

After help from Abe with clothing and his overall look, Jarvis attends club Dare with Abe and his cousin, which is the place Gabe is opening. Upon sight of the young man, Gabe brings Jarvis into the club to meet Sire who is sitting at the bar. Their connection is obvious that first night, both would like more.

Sire, however, would like to try something new. Other than being sexually interested in a man, he also desires to be a D/s relationship where his companion would serve him and allow him control, bound by the elder Jacobs, who has always been aroused by power trips. He would like Jarvis to be this man, the one that allows him to have domination. Sire Jacob’s feels this sort of commitment would be best, not only to fulfill his desires but also halt anyone taking the place of his deceased wife. 

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Here is my flash using You Need Coffee

“Oh fuck, any minute now!” Justice quickly scampered across the kitchen, looking for the Sire’s favorite coffee cup. “Where is that fuckin’ mug?” He’d washed every dish and misplaced his master’s beloved black mug reading, “I am the Dom” somewhere in the house and if he didn’t find it, Sire would be especially upset with Justice. And really, although he enjoyed when his Sire made him wait to come or on sex, he didn’t want to be punished more than once and not first thing in the morning. Not when he had so many chores and duties to take care of throughout the day. Loving torture was nice but only in the evening after Justice had time to be too tired. Not first thing, not along with the breakfast.

Shit.

“Justice? Is my meal prepared?” The loud British voice boomed from upstairs, coupled with the sounds of heavy boots making their way down the steps. Even with the surgery on his crippled leg, he still wasn’t walking any softer. Didn’t matter though, Justice thought his man did it just to make his presence known. And actually he kind of liked it. It meant authority to him. 

“Yes Sire.” Justice dashed to the stove and dropped the plate on the table, waving his fingers when he did. He’d touched it while it was still hot, without a mitt just to get it there before Sire took the last step. Sire hated for his food to be microwaved.

Radiation isn’t good for you. I don’t believe in eating anything heated in the microwave.

Despite the old man's thoughts the microwave was Justice’ best friend when Sire wasn’t around. It warmed his food to perfection and Sire couldn’t tell if it had been nuked. Yes, Justice was a great cook and he knew exactly how to get his lover’s meals just right and he took advantage when he needed. Just to avoid the punishment even though the discipline was always done with love.

“Justice? Is it just the way I like it?” Sire shoved the kitchen door so hard, it banged against the side counter.

Justice stood at attention as his Sire liked. He loved running the household as he did when he ruled the military during Desert Storm.  He winced, pulling his sore fingers up to the side of his head. “It is, Sire.” Sire like his name instead of Sir like other dom’s did. It was just one thing Justice appreciated about his Sire. He’d taken him in and given him a new life, name, all the love he could handle and the discipline he craved. Sire was his everything and now, he looked forward to many more days being his partner and caregiver.

“Good then.” Sire hobbled to the table and plopped in the chair, nearly toppling the table when he did so. He hung the end of his cane on the opposite seat while gazing at his breakfast. “Hmm, somethin’s missing, Justice. This is not exactly as I wanted.”

Justice cocked an eyebrow. “You said lightly toasted bread, one egg, not running with two strips of bacon, a sausage link and a slice of cantaloupe on the side.”

“Mhmm, but where’s my drink, love?” Sire picked up his fork and inspected the silverware to make sure it was spotless. He always asked for them to be so clean that he could see his reflection.

“Um…” Justice nibbled on his bottom lip, wondering what he'd tell his lover about the suddenly absent coffee cup. “Sire, I can’t find your mug and since you only like that cup…”

Sire separated his one egg on the plate and lifted the piece of toast to check the top for color. “Yes but, I need something to drink, Justice. I must have my morning java.”

“Yes Sire, you need coffee but is it fine that it isn’t in the black dom mug?” Justice clicked his heels and sprinted to the maker to turn it off. He opened the cabinet, waiting for his master’s response. Justice hoped he wasn’t too disappointed about the missing coffee mug.

“Ah Justice…” Sire laughed to himself, carving another piece of the egg. “My love, you are exactly the man I’ve wanted you to be. You go out of your way to please me and I love that about you, my sweet.” Sire dropped his silverware and reached into his pocket. Still grinning, he pulled the black mug out and slapped it on the table. “You are just what the doc ordered, my love. A man willing to go to the limits to please his master; make him happy in bed and out. You have earned the next notch on the sub meter, my love.”

Justice smiled to himself, happy that Sire appreciated his efforts to please him no matter what. And though he was a little annoyed by Sire’s trick, he was glad Sire noticed how far he went out of his way regardless of the circumstances.

Yes Justice was more than happy to be with Sire despite what Abe, Paulo, or anyone who called themselves close to him said. He was happily in love with the only man that made him feel worthy and complete. 

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Hope you enjoyed. We shall see what they have in store for next week. 

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Free Read Friday

Good morning!


Welcome to Michael's for a free read Friday!


Today, I'm featuring a short that started the story, Binding Justice in the Bound for Romance anthology. It ended up pretty big in that book and it has more to tell. 






Hope you enjoy this short.

I wanted nothing more than to have a lover that I could mold into something of my former self. Justice seemed perfect in every way, a man that could entertain my mind as well as my groin. He reminded me so much of…oh her, but so much better. I always desired the feelings of another man.

“Justice.” I sat up in the bed, calling to my desired who I'd just punished for coming in so late from a party.

The sound of footsteps told me he was near, those size thirteen’s were not quiet by any stretch.

“Yes…” he said, sounding as if he were trying to catch his breath. 

“Time for a bath, lover…”

Justice rolled his eyes. “Now? I thought you told me I needed to scour the kitchen as a discipline.”

I nodded, looking into the eyes of the man I'd created. Now, he was becoming more difficult since he was finally beginning to fit in. “I get that Justice but there's been a change of plans. Besides,” I rose up from my lounging  position, glaring at him. “I made you what you are and, I'm in charge here.”

Still dressed in his getup from last night, he put his weight on one foot, wrinkling his lips. “I know but you told me I need to finish by a certain time, I'm only following orders.”

“Okay then, and you will follow this too. I want a bath with you…now,” I said with a stern look. “Now fetch my cane so we can go to the bathroom.”

Justice smacked his lips, shaking his head. “Arrgh, I really get tired of this you know. You never know what you want any more.”

My eyes followed his slender frame across the room. When he was in front of me, I snatched the walking stick out his hands, slapping his buttocks with the end.

“Ow…” he cried out. “I…only wish…”

“You’re only wish will be to do as I say, hmm? Now. I guarantee it will be more enjoyable to have this time together in the tub instead of you slaving away.” I got up from the mattress, struggling on my bad feet. Once I finally made it. “Justice, please, listen to me, huh? I have never begged you until now, you know. In the beginning I only took what I wanted and did not ask questions, but, now… I…”

Justice took a deep breath, his brown eyes meeting my blues. “What, Sire? When you brought that young thing home the other night it hurt my feelings. I thought you no longer cared for me…”

Walking closer, I stroked his hair. “I realize that now, Justice. He didn't feel as good as you did anyway, baby. You are mine…and now I finally see that I really don’t need anyone else.”

Justice bent his head, moistening his lips. “You mean that, Sire? Will I always be your favorite?” The moment he stepped near, I grabbed his bicep.

“Yes…and I promise you, I will never do that again. You're all I desire, all that I need.” I dropped the cane, placing both my arms on his broad shoulders leaning on him for support.

Justice’s facial expression turned from frown to a smile within seconds. As he took my waist in his arms, I covered my lips with his, forcing my tongue deep into his mouth. “You really do need a bath, for once, let me do the washing, okay?” I raked his burgundy curls through my fingers.

Again, he grinned. “Fine then, my sire.” Justice reciprocated the kiss, I pulled on his mane to bury my head into his neck, biting the side of his throat. “Oh master, yes…”

When I heard that, the sides of my lips turned upwards prior to nibbling once more on his pale flesh. “Justice…now, hmm? To the loo…” I replied once drawing a bit of bood from the small wound.

“Very well then Sire…”

I turned around and he handed me my walking stick as we made our way into the bathroom to enjoy a moment of pleasure, something that I was relishing in since I was finally loosening the reins on my lover.

Once me made it inside, I turned on the water to as hot as we could stand. I always enjoyed the warmer tap since it felt better to old achy bones, for Justice only meant that it would not get cold too quickly.

To set a more romantic mood, I played some smooth jazz instead of the moody pop and rock that we usually listened to. This afternoon, I wanted to prove to my Justice that I wished for more than the dom sub relationship but more of a union almost like the marriage I had with my beloved, Tawyna.

Once I was satisfied with the temperature, I turned the knobs completely off. “Get undressed, love.”

Justice came behind me, rubbing my shoulders while I lay down my walking stick. “Why don’t we strip one another hmm? I think it will be much more enjoyable.” He planted a kiss on my cheek.

After hearing those words, I turned slowly, reaching for the long sleeve shirt with the tie around his neck, undoing it while he unbuttoned my pants. When he got them open, he slid them down from my waist, revealing an impressive hard on. While I stepped out my shoes, I began pulling on his slacks. Justice stroked my hardened muscle, slowly invoking my pre passion juice. “Ohh…Juss…”

“Uhuh…” he moaned as I pushed his trousers to his ankles. “Sire, you are…”

“Am I and always will be…”

Justice grinned before dropping to his knees, “I'm glad, Sire. Let me take care of this for you.” When he completed his sentence, he took my pants from my ankles as he licked around my shaft, tasting the pre passion juice on the head.

“Ohh Gooddd…” I held onto his shoulders while he gave me a blow that matched all the ones he had given previously but with more intensity. “Shhii…lover…”

“Mhmmm…” he groaned, looking up at me as he took off his shirt. “My Sire…”

“Uh huh…” I braced myself on him, gazing into his chocolate brown eyes. “Justice, let’s get in before it gets cold, hmm?”

“Yes, Sire…” Justice took one more lick on the head of my cock before rising up, kissing me on the lips. “Come my master…”

Again I grinned at him, taking his hand as he led me to the tub of water. Justice turned the hot back on, while I stepped in, easing into while he swirled the water around with his hands. “C’mon, Justice. Don’t keep me waiting love.”

After shutting off the valves, he placed one foot in the water before fully sitting in front of me, leaning back on my chest. Instead of grabbing the washcloth, I reached for the liquid soap, squeezing a little into my palm before caressing his soft flesh.

“Mhmm…Sire…” Justice rubbed his head onto the side of my face.

I started by lathering him up around his neck before working my way downward onto his bare chest, rubbing his nipples between my fingers, making them hard as pebbles. While one hand still toyed with those, the free one roamed to the space within his thighs. Once he sensed what I was aiming to do, he moved back until my thick flesh was settled at his puckered entry. As I continued with my affections, I poked him there till my shaft was enveloped by his tight hole.

“Ohh shh…Sire…” Justice started to move with me as we made waves. Our rhythm was perfect, I kissed the side of his face again, I made a path to his earlobe.

“Justice…” I hissed in his ear, nibbling on the soft spot while tangling my tongue inside the small hoop earring. With only the slightest movements, I felt my muscle expanding inside of him. “Lover…”

“Mhmm…” he held onto the sides of the tub, as I thrust upwards. “Sire, this is all I have wanted since we began.”

Not stopping, I listened to those words, smiling to myself as my cock began to spurt inside of him. “You are everything I desire, Justice. You are all I will ever need.” 

Binding Justice - Reviewed and Appreciated

Binding Justice

My novella inside the Bound for Romance anthology received 3 stars from Top 2 Bottom.

I'm thrilled with the words by the reviewer who liked the story and my characters.

See the review here.

Six Sentence Sunday - Binding Justice

It's out. SQUEE! The only gay story in the Bound for Romance anthology.

Binding Justice.

Here are six sentences that should make you, ahem...

Sire pushed Justice's back on the bed. "I know you're my sub but, I wish to please you tonight, baby." Sire licked the oozing mushroom head slowly, tasting the salty substance. 

"Uhmmmhmmmm." Justice writhed uncontrollably, grabbing onto the covers underneath his nails.

Sire twisted his nipples as he sucked the tip of Justice's shaft and he felt his own groin stir. 

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Here is the blurb: Sire Jacobs is seeking love and assistance from someone after the loss of his wife. Jarvis Densley, a 23 year old gay male, shunned by his parents, looking for someone to mentor and love him.

Apparently, both have similar interests but will Sire's darker desire be what keeps them apart?

For more SSS authors please visit the SSS

Please visit me at Goddess Fish for the release party of Bound for Romance and A Second Chance

Release Day! SQUEE

Greetings fans!

Today, my m/m story Binding Justice is out along with good bud's Em Petrova, Clarice Clique, and Sarah Bella!

I have read the other stories, it's hot bondage with romance folks.

We all will be at Goddess Fish on Monday with guestposts regarding the antho.

Here is my blurb and Excerpt:

Blurb: Binding Justice, the only gay fiction romance story in the anthology is a tale of an older man seeking the assistance after losing his wife to cancer. Throughout his life, he's had the desire to be with another man but due to his strict upbringing as well as his time in the armed forces, Sire Jacobs has suppressed those feelings. At the insistence of his gay friend Gabe, he decides to attend a party to find someone of home he can bring this side out. Enter in Jarvis Densley, a twenty three year old gay male, shunned by his parents and looking for someone to mentor and love him.

Apparently, both have similar interests but will Sire's darker desire be what keeps them apart?


Excerpt PG

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Sire felt like an old man amongst so many young people. It had been years since he’d been in a place like this.

I’m only here in support of Gabriel.

He reminded himself of that several times. Sire was pretty sure no one coming through that door would catch his eye. By the looks of things he was spot on since the clientele looked to be exactly what he wasn’t looking for.

Did he even know what kind of man he wanted? A young, strong, and pretty one. Not a drag queen or flamer.  

It amazed him he was going over this in his mind as he downed the last of his scotch while still taking in the sights. He never thought he’d get the chance to experience another man.

Still gazing, he noticed Gabe pulling someone’s hand through a crowd. When Sire locked eyes with Gabe, his friend nodded with a smile as the young man with him was turned to the right. After a couple of seconds, Sire got a glimpse of the guy. He was dressed in leather, looking very appealing even from a distance.

Whoa

Sire sat up on his stool, angling his neck trying to get a good look as the twosome threaded through small throngs of people. Before he knew it, Gabe made his way over with a tall, lanky, gentleman with burgundy hair, brown eyes, chiseled features, and a wry smile. He looked a lot like one of the men on the flyer Gabe had earlier; almost the same outfit, his makeup perfect.

His look was just what Sire wanted.

Gabe grinned, “Sire, this is Jarvis Densley. I been talking with him a few minutes about his choice of clothing. He looks a lot like you asked about, right?”

Sire drew up his lips, stroking his beard.

Jarvis Densley, ugly name for a beautiful man.

Please join us on Monday at Goddess Fish to find out more. 

Thanks for the support!

Six Sentence Sunday - Binding Justice

Here is another six sentences from my next novella, Binding Justice due out on the Sizzler Intoxication Bondage anthology May 29th!

*****

"Uhhhuhhh…" Justice struggled against the binds.

"Mhmm…" Sire stopped abruptly before pushing himself into his subs anus. "Oohhhh…" Sire grasped onto Justice's chest; his own nipples hard from the stimulation.

"Ohh Sire…I want to kiss you, please…I…"

"I love you Justice, we're bound together. I'm your Dom, your lover, your slave, your SIREEEEE!"

*****

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Greetings fans!

In honor of my next story to come out, Binding Justice and my guest tomorrow, Patty Logan, today we are doing the BONDAGE!

Enjoy these and please join me tomorrow for my sitdown with gay bondage extrordinaire, Patricia Logan!

Six Sentence Sunday - Binding Justice

This six sentence is taken from Binding Justice. My entry into the Bondage anthology from Saschal Illyvich featuring Clarice Clique, Em Petrova, and Sarah Bella coming May 29th!

Sire desired Justice in the worst way; the feelings of his sub’s mouth pleasing him weren't enough.

“Get up, Justice. Now!”

“On the bed, hands and legs up!” Sire rolled over, grabbing a toy, a scarf, the rope, and lube. Sire pulled Justice’ wrists, tying them together as well as his ankles.

“Mhmm…Sire, please fuck me.”

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Accepted AGAIN, Contest reminder, Whats Coming

Greetings and happy Thursday! Usually, this would be a guest day or day off for the blog but with Eden Winters and LA Witt up the next two days, it is Mi Familia Day as well as updates.

I'm pleased to announce that Binding Justice was selected for the Sizzler Editions bondage anthology. Once again, I'll be teaming up with fave editor Sascha Illyvich and one of my fave authors and friends, Em Petrova who worked with me on the My Sexy valentine Antho.

We are also joined by Sarah Bella and Clarissa Pattern. Also, a big shout to Shay MacLean who's joins the Sizzler crew as a standalone! WOOHOO! Congrats!

Also, as I stated, tomorrow, we have Eden Winters and LA Witt the next day with superb interviews. Really excited to have them on. Please look to the left as you'll see the calendar or announcements has been updated through May with something on the blog almost every day!

Lastly, this is the last two days for the contest. Remember, if you comment on my blog, you will be entered to win won of the seven prizes. Please refer to this entry from last week.

7 books, 7Winners

I hope you've been enjoying the posts. We have so much more to come. GA Hauser, Jaime Samms, and so many more star authors, as well as fab content from yours truly.

I'll see you tomorrow with Eden Winters! Till then...

Saturday Sips---Binding Justice

Greetings!

Welcome to Michael's Saturday Sips.

Rawiya and BL actually started this trend and they bragged so much about how well it does, I decided I'd do my own as well.

Great minds think alike. *grins*

Today, my sip is from my upcoming short story to be out soon. Its currently in edits but I love the story and I know it will do well.

It's my first real bondage tale not full BDSM just a story about a man wanting to be another's dominator or Sir. In this case, Sire Jacobs meets the man he'd like to have after years of suppressing his gay desires. Binding Justice is a story of love, trust, and eroticism that I hope will be a interesting sexy read.

In this scene, Sire Jacobs meets his man, Jarvis Densley in his friends nightclub. He wants to get to know more about him.

Still gazing, he noticed Gabe pulling someone’s hand through a crowd. When Sire locked eyes with Gabe, his friend nodded with a smile as the young man with him was turned to the right. After a couple of seconds, Sire got a glimpse of the guy. He was dressed in leather, looking very appealing even from a distance.

Whoa

Sire sat up on his stool, angling his neck trying to get a good look as the twosome walked over in his direction through small throngs of people. Before he knew it, Gabe made his way over with a tall, lanky, gentleman with burgundy hair, brown eyes, chiseled features, and a wry smile. He looked a lot like one of the men on the flyer Gabe had earlier; almost the same outfit, his makeup perfect. His look was just what Sire wanted.

Gabe grinned, “Sire, this is Jarvis Densley. I been talking with him a few minutes about his choice of clothing. He looks a lot like you asked about, right?”

Sire drew up his lips, stroking his beard.

Jarvis Densley, ugly name for a beautiful man

Sire nodded in Gabe’s direction. “Right.” He held out his hand in front of Jarvis. “Hello, I’m Sire Jacobs. Nice to meet you.”

“Good to meet you too.” Jarvis accepted.

Gabe brought another seat over for Jarvis, waiving him in it. “I’ll be back, you guys go on and talk.”

Sire continued to stare at the young man as he sat. “Um, Gabe, what about my friends?”

“I’ll get ‘em,” he called back as he left.

Sire caught Jarvis gaze again, loving the sight of what was in front of him. The man was gorgeous. He looked exactly like the picture. “My friend, can I buy you a drink?”

“Um, sure, why not.”

“Whatd’ya have?”

“Um, just a Rum and Coke will be fine.”

Sire nodded, signaling for the female bartender to come over. “Love, please, Scotch for me and a Rum and Coke for my mate here. Make it a double since he seems a little nervous,” he smiled, pulling his wallet out. Sire looked into Jarvis Densley’s brown irises again. “So you came with someone?”

“Yeah, my roommate and his cousin…”

“Cool,” he said while slipping his wallet back into his coat, “No need to be nervous. Were just talkin’”

“I’m sorry Mr. Jacobs, I’m kinda shy. I didn’t expect Gabriel to pick me out the crowd and bring me up front.”

“Well, obviously, he had a reason, Jarvis. You’re really attractive for one.”

Sire watched Jarvis look away. The young man really was bashful. He would have to work on him to make him more comfortable.

More drinks were in order

Well there you go. I didn't want to share too much because it is a sip after all. Look for this story to come out relatively soon. Thanks for listening folks and we'll see you for the update and the crosspost of Manlove Monday with Kevin Slack.

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