Eli may only be thirty, but he has had enough of pretend submissives. He wants a sub who truly knows how to submit. So when he spies Jarod in a BDSM club, everything about the man screams submission. It doesn’t matter that Jarod has to be about twenty years older than Eli. What does age matter, anyway? Not one to miss an opportunity, Eli moves fast and takes Jarod home with him, without thinking things through. All he can see is what he’s always wanted – a sub who wants to serve.
Jarod spent twenty-eight years with his Master, until Fate took Phillip from him. Four years on, and Jarod is still lost, so when a young Dom takes charge, Jarod rolls with it and finds himself serving again. But he keeps waiting for the shoe to drop. Because there’s going to come a point when Eli realizes he’s a laughing stock in the club. Who would want to be seen with a fifty-year-old sub? And when the moment of humiliation does arrive, Jarod flees. He’d be better off with Phillip.
Despite several missteps, what happens forces Eli to understand that Jarod needs him as much as he needs Jarod. But he knows in order to find happiness, they need friends who will understand. A friend keeps telling him Collars & Cuffs is what they need. Eli finally goes to visit, refusing to risk Jarod being hurt again, and finds everything he’s heard about the club is true. When he takes Jarod, he watches as his sub is met with open arms. As they settle in to their new life, Eli begins to see things differently. And he dares to think he can have it all. Until the phone call that shows him he didn’t realize what he could lose.
Author Names: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams
Book Name: Dom of Ages
Series: Collars & Cuffs
Release Date: December 21, 2015
Pages or Words: 92,000 words
Categories: BDSM, Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance, May-December Romance
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27878173-dom-of-ages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Photo Credits: Joey Flyfoto, Model: Dirk Caber
Eli gripped the bars of the multigym. It was a small workout room, but he utilized every square inch of space beautifully. He pulled the bar down slowly, inhaling as he did, then released, exhaling. I watched in awe as his muscles strained, and I could feel myself get hard. Eli glanced up and winked at me.
“Want to spot me with the barbells, pet?” He wiped his hands on a towel and walked over to where the barbell was supported on its stands, a long bench beneath it. At each end of the stand was a pile of weights.
I’d never done that, but I’d seen it on TV. “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. “You need to learn to do this properly. Lie down on the bench and I’ll show you the basics.”
I lay down, my head at the narrow end of the bench, the stands on either side, level with my chest. Eli tugged me around until he was satisfied that I was where I needed to be. Then he stood at my head, so that I had to crane my neck to gaze up at him.
“That’s perfect, pet.” His voice was husky, and I looked up the length of his body, his chest dripping with sweat. He met my gaze. “So, I’d lie where you are, with my hands on the bar, arms bent. Your job would be to stand here, like I’m doing, and be ready to grab hold of the bar if it looks like I can’t manage to lift it back onto the stand.”
“Want to give it a go?”
I smiled. “Yes, why not?” I gripped the bar, my hands at each end of its length. Eli held it in the middle, supporting its weight.
“Okay, pet, now push up, straightening your arms, and then lower the bar to your chest.”
I did as instructed, Eli’s gaze focused on me the whole time. I performed about five lifts and then placed the bar back on its stands, Eli helping.
“That was very good.” He moved closer, and the fabric of his sweat pants brushed against my forehead. “Are you comfortable, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.” I waited for him to give the signal for me to lift some more. He leaned forward a little more, and his crotch grazed my nose. I inhaled his aroma, so strong after his workout. “Please, Sir,” I moaned.
He pulled down on the top of the pants and fished out his hard cock. He slid it along my lips, chuckling when I tried to capture it in my mouth. I groaned in frustration.
“Is this what you want, Jarod? Do you want me to take you like this? In this position I can push deeper than ever before. Will you be able to take it all?”
Just the thought of deep-throating that gorgeous cock had me as hard as nails. “Yes, Sir,” I replied confidently.
Eli angled me where my head was over the edge of the bench, looking up at him and then rubbed along my lips with his dick. I could taste his precome, slightly sweet.
“You ready, pet?”
I grinned up at him. “Yes, Sir.” I cupped his full balls in my left hand, his buttock with my right.
“Open your mouth.”
I opened wide, and he slid his cock into my mouth. This angle was perfect for him to deep-fuck my throat. I heard his groans and moans as his balls slapped against my nose, the fine hairs tickling slightly.
“You’re doing so well, Jarod. I want you to stay perfectly still. Let me do the work.”
He twisted his fingers in my hair, yanking upward. The sting felt so good.
“Take me deeper, pet. All the way, if you can.”
I smiled inwardly and swallowed around his cock. I know he’d instructed otherwise, but I couldn’t help it. I put both hands on his arse, pulling him deep.
“Fucking hell,” he moaned. “Yes, pet. Just like that.”
He gripped the barbell and started thrusting into my mouth, using me for his own pleasure. Words of encouragement fell from his lips as he panted my name. “Oh hell, pet. Jarod… so good.”
His cock had me drooling, dripping down my cheeks. I swirled my tongue around the head each time he pulled back and opened my throat wide each time he pushed in. I sucked for all I was worth, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible.
The thought vibrated through my head. I knew that I risked a punishment, but in that moment it was worth it. He started short, quick thrusts, and I knew he was about to spill. I threw my hands around his arse and held him tight, forcing his cock to stay in my mouth as the warm, salty essence spurted onto my tongue. I kept him there as I pulled every last drop, his breathing ragged. He pulled out, his cock softening as it grazed across my face.
“Holy fuck, that was amazing,” he said quietly, rubbing his finger along my cheek. His eyes sparkled. “Still, I did tell you not to move. And don’t think I didn’t notice that you derailed my plans to paint you with come, pet. I think that calls for a punishment. After I get my legs back.” He lifted the barbell out of the way and leaned over to kiss me. I shared with him the taste of his own come, his tongue leisurely exploring my mouth. He pushed a low moan between my lips, and it made my heart sing.
My hard-on ached, but I made no move to touch myself. Eli had gotten his pleasure and that was enough for me. Later I would have to face the consequences of my action, but no matter what they were, it was truly worth it.
“I think we need a nap,” Eli said in a decisive tone.
He grinned. “A nap. You know, curled up in bed, dozing. That sounds like a nice way to spend an afternoon.” He winked. “And there’s still the matter of your punishment, but we can talk about that later. After the nap.”
The penny dropped. Like I’d be able to nap, thinking about what was coming.
Part of me was asking if I still thought it was worth it. The other half was thinking maybe Eli was more evil than I’d anticipated.
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.
Parker Williams began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone. As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his family.
Parker firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too). The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always has a price tag.
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Or you can visit his website: http://www.ParkerWilliamsAuthor.com
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