EXCLUSIVE Cover Reveal and Excerpt: The Detective’s Pleasure by Christa Tomlinson

Officer Ryan Bennett: He’s pursuing his dream of being promoted to Houston’s elite SWAT team with a single mindedness that won’t accept any outcome but success. But that’s not all he dreams of. Ryan wants more than a coveted position on SWAT. He wants to be owned by a strong Dominant. To give himself up to a Dom who will make him shudder with pleasure beneath a firm yet loving hand. Unfortunately, Ryan has had nothing but failure in that part of his life. Now, he’s hidden that dream away from everyone, including himself. And he refuses to let anyone close enough to see what he truly wants, and who he truly is.

Detective Sam Roberts: Cool and calm, Detective Sam Roberts is good at reading people. That’s why he sees past the hard layer of arrogance surrounding Ryan Bennett to the hurt submissive hiding beneath. He wants to help Ryan, even though the stubborn young man resists him. But Sam isn’t one to back down from a challenge. He’s determined to help Ryan embrace the soft, giving nature of his submissive side. Sam knows he can do it. What he doesn’t know is just how far they’ll both have to go in order to make that happen.

From The Detective’s Pleasure by Christa Tomlinson

Ryan opened his eyes to see Sam standing again and pulling his jeans back up.

He blinked in confusion. “Did I do something wrong?”

Sam shook his head and sat on the bed near Ryan’s head. “No, you didn’t. That felt good and I’d love to feel more of it.”

Ryan frowned in confusion again. “Then why’d you pull away?”

“Because you’re not ready for this.”

Heat rushed through him, but this time it was from anger, rather than arousal. “What the fuck, Roberts? I’m not here to play games!”

Sam gently stroked a hand up Ryan’s arm. “Neither am I.”

Ryan jerked away from his touch as much as the ropes would allow. “Then why do you keep playing them?”

“You think I’m playing games because you’re impatient and you don’t want to listen to what your dominant is telling you.”

“Damn right, I’m impatient, Roberts! I told you what I wanted!”

Ryan’s eyes widened as Sam moved with surprising speed. He climbed back on the bed to straddle Ryan’s waist, squeezing his sides with his thighs. A sharp pained cry was startled from him as Sam pinched his already abused nipples between tightly clenched fingers. He was about to demand that Sam let him go, but the other man spoke first.

“First of all I told you to stop calling me Roberts. You will call me Sam or Sir. I don’t ever want to hear my last name out of your mouth again, do you understand?”

Ryan’s face was hot with anger, his eyes burning with tears he refused to shed, but he nodded.

“Good.” Sam eased up on the pinch he had on Ryan’s nipples. “Second. You are the submissive. You don’t tell me what you want to do unless I ask. I decide what we do. And if I decide that what we need is to sit next to each other and talk, or for you to be tied up while I ask you questions, then that’s what we’ll do.” He increased the pressure again, making Ryan’s torso jerk up at the sting. “You’ll get my cock in your mouth or in your ass when I decide you’re ready for it. Not when you demand it. Is that understood?”

This time Ryan’s answer was a yes whispered through clenched teeth. Sam released his grip to rub his palms softly over the abused skin.

“I’m going to untie you and you’ll stay here with me for at least a few minutes.”

His jaw clenched hard to hold back all the curses he wanted to spew, Ryan waited silently while Sam untied the ropes. Once he was free he sat up, rubbing his wrists. “How long do I have to sit here?”

Sam smirked. “At least until your erection has gone down.”

Another flush crawled up Ryan’s neck at that comment, but he didn’t respond. Sam rejoined him on the bed. He put an arm across his shoulder and pulled him up against him. Ryan sat there stiffly, refusing to give Sam the satisfaction of relaxing against him. Sam persisted however, caressing Ryan’s arm in long, slow strokes, occasionally moving up to rub the back of his neck or slide a hand into his hair. Eventually he pressed a kiss to Ryan’s temple.

“You can go now if you’d like.”

Ryan hesitated for a moment before he moved to get off the bed. Unsure what to say, he kept his eyes fixed on the floor as he pulled on his clothes. But he could feel Sam’s eyes on him the whole time. When he was dressed, he finally looked at Sam again. He sat there on the bed, chest and feet bare, jeans still unzipped. He looked nice and relaxed, which irritated Ryan even more than he already was. He didn’t bother to keep that irritation out of his voice as he asked a question before leaving.

“Let me guess. I’m supposed to abstain from masturbation until you give me permission?”

Sam shook his head. “Nope. You can jerk off all you want. But you won’t be getting any orgasms from me until you give me what I’m looking for.”