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"She doesn't know what you do to me in here when we're alone."
He stroked my cheek again before slipping the gauzy blindfold over my face.
"Probably a good thing, don't you think?"
The darkness that fell wasn't total. I saw a film of red through the diaphanous material covering my eyes. He moved behind me, his hands stroking my hips, fingers feathering over my shivering skin. His breath was heat and flameless fire on the back of my neck.
"A very good thing," he whispered. "She might not understand." Then he was gone again. I was always so preternaturally attuned to him, I heard him in the other room, then in the kitchen. Finally he was back. The anticipation sent desire pulsing through every nerve in my body, all culminating in the base of my dick, which throbbed in mounting anticipation.
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The hand that stroked my flank was oiled and scented. He dipped his thumb into my mouth. I tasted honey and mint.
His lips brushed my ear lobe, electricity jolted into my dick.
He repeated the gesture; I moaned.
"I made this for you," he said.
"What is it?" I gently sucked his thumb, hearing his sharp intake of breath. What flashed between us was pure electric lust.
"Oil and honey." He licked my throat, the rough heat sent bolts of raw need straight into my cock. His oil covered fist wrapped around me and his mouth worked my throat, lips and tongue and teeth, tasting me, growling his need. "And some of your garden mint."
Sudden sharp pain in my nipples, the weights he clamped on pulled them down. I groaned behind the gauzy mask, thrusting my hips out in blind need. I whimpered. His response was to jerk on the chains attached to my nipples.
His warm breath, redolent of the honey and mint he had covered me with, caressed me.
A delicate dance of slick, liquid heat poured down my spine and over my hips through every nerve in my body. His lips traced a path down over the curve of my ass, stiff fingers slid between my cheeks, parting them. He crouched behind me. I shivered and whispered his name, "Alex."
His stiff tongue dipped into my crack, digging open my hole. I moaned again. The scarf doesn't blind me, instead it lent a rosy glow to everything. I couldn't see him; he knelt behind me, but I was all too aware of him, his smell, his presence that ruled my life so completely. His fingers 293
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feathered over my skin, pinning me in place with the lightest of touches, barely touching me at all. I twisted in my bonds, legs and arms extended in an X, forced to balance on my toes. I threw my head back, shouted and arched my spine, wanting more than his tongue in my ass. He must have felt my need. My entire body shivered with it.
His tongue delved deeper. My dick thrust out of my newly shaved pubes, but he refused to touch me. I needed him to touch me. Writhing helplessly, I sought a release he wouldn't give me.
Darkness embraced my world. Smells I would normally never have noticed enticed and aroused me with their promise. The animal smell of his musky need, the oil he used to coat my hairless body, the spicy, familiar aftershave that made me ache, my own desire, rich and pungent, like fresh blood. My hoarse breathing roared in my ears, his breathing was more controlled, he hadn't yet reached his peak and I was damn close.
I groaned when the twisted strands of his suede flogger lightly brushed my straining dick, the sharper lash when he stroked my back and butt with it, sending the ends singing across my flesh. I could hear the plink, plink of water in the shower. I swear I could hear the heartbeats of the doves that nested in the eaves outside our bedroom. The sharp creak of the leather bonds that held my wrists over my head, the crackle of the soft padding under my toes. All musical interludes to the sounds of his presence.
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filled my nostrils, followed by the odor of hot wax. I shivered in anticipation as he moved closer, his leather boots thudding on the soft matting that he had rolled out to cover our bedroom floor. I strained to turn toward the sound, but he kept circling, touching me lightly with the butt of his flogger, his fingertips, his knuckles and finally the hot splash of body wax on my chest. I hissed and arched toward the source of the heat and pain, the electric charge of pure desire that erupted from the base of my dick embedding itself in my spine.
"Alex," I moaned. He leaned over me, his voice purring as he whispered. His breath warmed my ear.
"You will know such pain," he said. "Such infinite pleasure.
All from me. Only from me."
He tugged at my leashed collar that he had slipped on after the shower. I rocked forward, stopped only by the leather restraints around my arms and the strap around my throat. I tugged at them, testing them. Wanting to get closer to him. The whistle of the suede flogger came seconds before the first lash struck my back. I writhed, crying out at the sharp burst of pain. He stroked me with brilliant flashes of pain that quickly became raw pleasure embedded in my cock.
The heat in my back flared, spreading and encompassing me.
Finally denim rustled. He adjusted the restraints, lowering me until I knelt in front of him. A metal zipper slid down and the musky tip of his cock slid past my open lips. Without touching me with any other part of his body he thrust into me, burying himself down my throat, rocking into me until his balls brushed my chin. I swirled his thick staff with my 295
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tongue, nibbled on his fat head and licked his piss slit clean of spunk. I tasted his precum and the hot odors from his groin.
He moaned and thrust blindly, brushing my chin with his stiff pubic hair. Fire poured down my back as he dripped more hot wax on me. I groaned and sucked harder. Before he could come, his dick slid out of my disappointed mouth. He stepped away from me, taking his pain and his pleasure with him.
Until I felt the head of his cock slide up my hole. He grasped my painfully hard dick in one hand while he worked his thick piece in and out, scraping over my prostate, reaching up inside me to touch my gut. His fist grew rougher, pounding my meat, tugging at my balls, urging me on with hot words.
"I love you in ways you will never know," he whispered.
He was wrong. I did know. Just as I knew how deep and unending my love was for him. He pulled on the leather around my neck, bowing my body to his need. My mouth opened but I still couldn't breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut and released myself totally to him. My lord. My Master. My love. There will never be another like him.
My cum blasted all over his hand, splattering my chin where I licked it off and savored the taste of myself. Only when my dick shrank against my flaccid balls did he let loose, slamming into me again and again. His movements grew frenzied and uncontrolled. He unloaded inside me with a deep, guttural groan. Finally, slowly, he withdrew and pulled the gauze off my head with shaking hands.
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dozen candles he had lit moments ago. When he removed the bonds and helped me over to the cedar chest at the foot of our bed I stared up at him adoringly.
"Thank you," he said, in something that had become a ritual for us. He stroked my chin with the gentlest of touches.
I smiled up at him. "You're welcome."
He wiped us both clean, then folded me into his embrace, picked me up and carried me over to the bed. Turning down the duvet, he laid me down and stood over me a moment, his gaze roving over me in a caress that left me hot. Mine moved over his achingly familiar body. The scars from his surgery were still visible, but fading, though he would always carry them as a reminder of his mortality. Something I swore I would never forget again. I was going
to be everything for him. He would never want again, if I had anything to do with it.
Finally, he slid in beside me, holding me until our hearts grew calm. He petted me, smoothing his lips over the heated red flesh where his lash had touched me, letting me know how special I was. Finally, sleep claimed us both.
My Alex was well and truly back.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
PAT BROWN was born in Canada, which she is sure explains her intense dislike of all things cold and her constant striving to escape to someplace warm. Her first move took her to Los Angeles, and her fate was sealed. To this day she has a love/hate relationship with L.A, a city that was endlessly fascinating. L.A. Heat and the even darker L.A.
Boneyard grew out of those dark, compelling days.
She wrote her first book at 17—an angst ridden tome about a teenage girl hooked up with a drug user and went off the deep end. All this from a kid who hadn't done anything stronger than weed. She read her first positive gay book then too, The Lord Won't Mind, by Gordon Merrick and had her eyes open to a whole other world (which didn't exist in ultra conservative vanilla plain London, Ontario). Visit Pat on the internet at: www.pabrown.ca/
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MLR Press Authors
Featuring a roll call of some of the best writers of gay erotica and mysteries today!
M. Jules Aedin
Maura Anderson
Victor J. Banis
Jeanne Barrack
Laura Baumbach
Alex Beecroft
Sarah Black
Ally Blue
J.P. Bowie
Michael Breyette
P.A. Brown
Brenda Bryce
Jade Buchanan
James Buchanan
Charlie Cochrane
Kirby Crow
Dick D.
Ethan Day
Jason Edding
Angela Fiddler
Dakota Flint
S.J. Frost
Kimberly Gardner
Roland Graeme
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Storm Grant
Amber Green
LB Gregg
Wayne Gunn
David Juhren
Samantha Kane
Kiernan Kelly
J.L. Langley
Josh Lanyon
Clare London
William Maltese
Gary Martine
Z.A. Maxfield
Patric Michael
AKM Miles
Jet Mykles
Willa Okati
L. Picaro
Neil Plakcy
Jordan Castillo Price
Luisa Prieto
Rick R. Reed
A.M. Riley
George Seaton
Jardonn Smith
Caro Soles
JoAnne Soper-Cook
Richard Stevenson
Clare Thompson
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Lex Valentine
Stevie Woods
Check out titles, both available and forthcoming, at www.mlrpress.com
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the trevor project
The Trevor Project operates the only nationwide, around-the-clock crisis and suicide prevention helpline for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning youth. Every day, The Trevor Project saves lives though its free and confidential helpline, its website and its educational services. If you or a friend are feeling lost or alone call The Trevor Helpline. If you or a friend are feeling lost, alone, confused or in crisis, please call The Trevor Helpline. You'll be able to speak confidentially with a trained counselor 24/7.
The Trevor Helpline: 866-488-7386
On the Web: www.thetrevorproject.org/
the gay men's domestic violence project Founded in 1994, The Gay Men's Domestic Violence Project is a grassroots, non-profit organization founded by a gay male survivor of domestic violence and developed through the strength, contributions and participation of the community.
The Gay Men's Domestic Violence Project supports victims and survivors through education, advocacy and direct services. Understanding that the serious public health issue of domestic violence is not gender specific, we serve men in relationships with men, regardless of how they identify, and stand ready to assist them in navigating through abusive relationships.
GMDVP Helpline: 800.832.1901
On the Web: gmdvp.org/
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the gay & lesbian alliance against defamation/glaad en espanol
The Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation (glaad) is dedicated to promoting and ensuring fair, accurate and inclusive representation of people and events in the media as a means of eliminating homophobia and discrimination based on gender identity and sexual orientation.
On the Web: www.glaad.org/
glaad en espanol: www.glaad.org/espanol/bienvenido.php servicemembers legal defense network Servicemembers Legal Defense Network is a nonpartisan, nonprofit, legal services, watchdog and policy organization dedicated to ending discrimination against and harassment of military personnel affected by "Don't Ask, Don't Tell"
(dadt).The sldn provides free, confidential legal services to all those impacted by dadt and related discrimination. Since 1993, its inhouse legal team has responded to more than 9,000 requests for assistance. In Congress, it leads the fight to repeal dadt and replace it with a law that ensures equal treatment for every servicemember, regardless of sexual orientation. In the courts, it works to challenge the constitutionality of dadt.
sldn Call: (202) 328-3244
PO Box 65301 or (202) 328-FAIR
Washington DC 20035-5301 e-mail: [email protected] On the Web: sldn.org/
the glbt national help center
The glbt National Help Center is a nonprofit, tax-exempt organization that is dedicated to meeting the needs of the 303
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gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender community and those questioning their sexual orientation and gender identity. It is an outgrowth of the Gay & Lesbian National Hotline, which began in 1996 and now is a primary program of The glbt National Help Center. It offers several different programs including two national hotlines that help members of the glbt community talk about the important issues that they are facing in their lives. It helps end the isolation that many people feel, by providing a safe environment on the phone or via the internet to discuss issues that people can't talk about anywhere else. The glbt National Help Center also helps other organizations build the infrastructure they need to provide strong support to our community at the local level.
National Hotline: 1-888-THE-GLNH (1-888-843-4564) National Youth Talkline 1-800-246-PRIDE (1-800-246-7743)
On the Web: www.glnh.org/
e-mail: [email protected]
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If you're a GLBT and questioning student heading off to university, should know that there are resources on campus for you. Here's just a sample: US LOCAL GLBT COLLEGE CAMPUS ORGANIZATIONS
dv-8.com/resources/us/local/campus.html GLBT Scholarship Resources tinyurl.com/6fx9v6
Syracuse University lgbt.syr.edu/
Texas A&M glbt.tamu.edu/
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University of Alaska www.uaf.edu/agla/
University of California, Davis lgbtrc.ucdavis.edu/
University of California, San Francisco lgbt.ucsf.edu/
University of Colorado www.colorado.edu/glbtrc/
University of Florida www.dso.ufl.edu/multicultural/lgbt/
University of Hawaii, Manoa manoa.hawaii.edu/lgbt/
University of Utah www.sa.utah.edu/lgbt/
University of Virginia
www.virginia.edu/deanofstudents/lgbt/
Vanderbilt University www.vanderbilt.edu/lgbtqi/
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