Because I need to give myself a boost
I am going to post a snippet from a backlist story of mine. This snippet is from my short story Live a Little which is in the Toybox: Whips
The leather restraints bit into Kalem's wrists as he twisted this way and that, testing their strength. They were perfect - tight enough that he could feel his own racing pulse beating against them, but not so unyielding as to cut off the circulation. Kalem closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He wondered how much longer he'd be left alone here.
The whisper of his breathing was the only sound in the candle-lit room. It was so quiet that if he held his breath, Kalem could hear the hiss of the candle flames. He shivered as that quiet was interrupted by the opening of a door. He tensed, swallowed hard and opened his eyes.
A gentle hand on his shoulder made Kalem start. With a whisper of leather against skin, the gloved hand moved along his arm, tracing over muscled flesh until it rested on the black leather restraints that held him fast, checking the tightness.
"My name is Master Ash." The voice was a silken purr. "You may call me Master, do you understand?"
"Yes," Kalem whispered.
"Yes…?" The Master paused a moment, his hand moving to the other wrist, checking that the restraint was not too tight.
Kalem shivered again, his cock stirring to life at the veiled threat. "Yes, Master," he said on a rush of breath.
"Why are you here, Kalem?" The Master's hand moved back along his arm, resting a moment against his shoulder, the lightest touch before trailing across the nape of his neck.
Why was he here? Kalem closed his eyes, recalling the circumstances that had led to him coming here. 'A raffle, of all things,' he thought. The ticket bought on impulse for some fundraiser at a local club - urged on by his mates. The first prize was a D/s session with Master Ash. Kalem grimaced, cursing himself, yet again, for that ill-spent dollar. He sighed and opened his eyes.
"For discipline, Master."
Now that he was here, he might as well play along. After all, as his mate Ryan had told him, it couldn't hurt to live a little - well, it couldn't hurt much, could it?
"For discipline." The Master hummed.
Kalem shivered when a finger ran the length of his spine, leather whispering across naked skin, raising every hair on his body, bringing goose bumps to his flesh despite the heated room, and drawing a determined twitch from his rapidly engorging cock
The leather restraints bit into Kalem's wrists as he twisted this way and that, testing their strength. They were perfect - tight enough that he could feel his own racing pulse beating against them, but not so unyielding as to cut off the circulation. Kalem closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He wondered how much longer he'd be left alone here.
The whisper of his breathing was the only sound in the candle-lit room. It was so quiet that if he held his breath, Kalem could hear the hiss of the candle flames. He shivered as that quiet was interrupted by the opening of a door. He tensed, swallowed hard and opened his eyes.
A gentle hand on his shoulder made Kalem start. With a whisper of leather against skin, the gloved hand moved along his arm, tracing over muscled flesh until it rested on the black leather restraints that held him fast, checking the tightness.
"My name is Master Ash." The voice was a silken purr. "You may call me Master, do you understand?"
"Yes," Kalem whispered.
"Yes…?" The Master paused a moment, his hand moving to the other wrist, checking that the restraint was not too tight.
Kalem shivered again, his cock stirring to life at the veiled threat. "Yes, Master," he said on a rush of breath.
"Why are you here, Kalem?" The Master's hand moved back along his arm, resting a moment against his shoulder, the lightest touch before trailing across the nape of his neck.
Why was he here? Kalem closed his eyes, recalling the circumstances that had led to him coming here. 'A raffle, of all things,' he thought. The ticket bought on impulse for some fundraiser at a local club - urged on by his mates. The first prize was a D/s session with Master Ash. Kalem grimaced, cursing himself, yet again, for that ill-spent dollar. He sighed and opened his eyes.
"For discipline, Master."
Now that he was here, he might as well play along. After all, as his mate Ryan had told him, it couldn't hurt to live a little - well, it couldn't hurt much, could it?
"For discipline." The Master hummed.
Kalem shivered when a finger ran the length of his spine, leather whispering across naked skin, raising every hair on his body, bringing goose bumps to his flesh despite the heated room, and drawing a determined twitch from his rapidly engorging cock