A HEATHENS INK SPIN OFF
K.M. NEUHOLD @KMNeuhold
RELEASE DATE: 02.08.18
COVER DESIGN: K.M. Neuhold
COVER PHOTO: StockPhoto
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My mind and body are full of chaos; the only time I can truly feel free is when my hands, arms, and legs are secured. Just because I want to be bound, able to give over my pleasure entirely to another person, doesn’t mean I want to be controlled, humiliated, or made to endure pain. I’m a successful, happy, confident adult man who wants a lover to tie him up. Why is that so scandalous? And why is it so difficult to find? It doesn’t help that I’ve developed a hopeless crush on my straight roommate. Maybe a fulfilling relationship isn’t in the cards for me.
I’m completely out of control of my life. My ex is trying to take my daughter away from me… again, my dream of owning my own motorcycle repair shop seems out of reach, and somehow, I find myself a thirty-two-year-old man who can’t afford to have a place without a roommate. So, it’s no huge surprise that the idea of being given complete control over someone’s body and pleasure is a major turn-on. I never had any inkling I might be into guys, until my best friend told me he likes to be tied up. Now I’m losing sleep, imagining him bound and begging for me. I can’t figure out if it’s just the kink or if it’s possible I’m falling for him.
“Put your wrists together,” Max whispers in my ear and I comply.
He tickles the rope down my back along the same path his finger took.
I squirm and whimper, pressing back against Max’s broad frame. My cock stands at full attention, bobbing in front of me.
Max loops the rope around my wrists and secures them. Then he steps back, leaving me cold and aching for him.
I turn my head to look over my shoulder and watch as Max peels his shirt off. My mouth waters at the sight of his gorgeous, bare body. Rippling muscles, thick, dark hair, and his heavy erection swaying between his thighs all have my knees weak.
Max steps around me and pulls back the shower curtain.
“Come on, Petal.”
Max helps me into the shower and I groan quietly as the hot water hits my skin.
Max’s hot lips trail down my neck as he grasps and massages my ass cheeks.
“Mmm, feels so good,” I whimper.
“Shh, we don’t have time for all that. You’re going to let me wash you up and we’re going to do Gigi’s birthday. Then, we’ll get back to our fun tonight after Gigi is in bed. How does that sound?”
I grumble in protest but when Max starts massaging my scalp with shampoo that smells like him I quiet down and let him have his way with me.
After he works the shampoo into my hair, Max tilts my head back to let the hot stream of water rinse me clean. Next, he pumps a handful of body wash into his palm and runs it all over the planes of my body. After thoroughly soaping my chest, Max wraps a soapy hand around my erection. I groan and thrust into his hand, but he quickly moves on to my balls and then slides his sudsy hands between my cheeks and over my twitching hole.
“Please, Max,” I gasp, swaying toward him.
“Shh, Petal. I’ve got you.”
I’m an author of m/m and new adult romance. I have a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and soul, and a bit of humor as well.