Hello and Happy Friday! As I work on my BDSM superhero series, I keep thinking back to The Sergeant - my first self-published BDSM romance. That book is hella long (and I love every page!), but I still had scenes that didn't make it into the final draft. Wild right? Anyhoo, thought I'd share one of my favorite deleted bits. Since it never made it into the final book it's unedited and has not been updated to reflect my progress as a writer. Also, it's NSFW, so don't leave it open on your office computer. ;-) Enjoy!
Two nights later, Clay followed Logan into his bedroom. He’d come home with him after their shift. He watched as Logan yawned and stretched, groaning as his back popped. Clay couldn’t resist taunting him.
“Man, Logan, you must really be tired. You actually had to get in some foot action today instead of just bossing us around.” The suspect they’d been serving a warrant on hopped out a window and took off running. Logan had been one of the closest to him and chased him down. The guy hit the ground hard when Logan caught him and slammed him down.
“You’re probably going to want to take some time to rest and recover,” he continued in a mockingly sympathetic voice.
Logan turned around and gave Clay a look. Clay inhaled sharply. He had a feeling he’d just seen the look Tiffany was talking about. Logan crooked his finger at him and Clay obeyed the command, walking over to Logan even though he was a little leery about what he was going to do. He was confused when Logan didn’t acknowledge his comment but reached into his nightstand and pulled out something that flashed silver.
“I told you I had a gift for you. I hope you’ll forgive me for not having it wrapped.”
Clay looked at Logan’s clenched fist, trying to see what it was. “I don’t mind.”
“Good. But you’ll have to undress to get it.”
Clay’s curiosity was piqued so he immediately stripped down, wanting to find out what his gift was. Logan’s thumb came up and brushed across Clay’s nipple before he tugged lightly on the nipple ring.
Logan looked him in the eye as he whispered, “I love these.” Then he lowered his head and sucked Clay’s nipple into his mouth.
Clay moaned, his head dropping back as Logan flicked the ring with his tongue before taking it between his teeth and pulling. Logan licked his way across Clay’s chest to his other nipple, taking it into his mouth and biting down hard. Clay gasped, his hands flying up to rest on Logan’s shoulders to hold himself steady. He was already hard and Logan was so close. The rough denim of his jeans kept rubbing against his cock. He heard the clink of metal on metal and felt more tugs at his nipple rings. He looked down and finally saw his gift when Logan stepped back.
It was a thin, silver Y-shaped chain. The two short ends attached to his nipple rings and the tail was about three feet long. Of course, Logan held the end of the chain in his hand. Logan tugged on the chain and Clay felt the pull on both of his nipples at the same time.
“Do you like your gift, baby?”
Clay swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Logan pulled him towards him by the chain. “Then get over here and thank me.”
Clay stepped close to Logan, the pull of the chain on his nipples sparking a painful pleasure in that tender flesh. He leaned up and whispered, “Thank you, Sir,” before kissing his Dom, sliding his tongue into his mouth. He sighed and wrapped his arms around Logan’s broad
shoulders when Logan’s tongue stroked against his. The kiss was soft and slow and went on for several quiet moments. Finally, Logan broke the kiss and pulled back.
Clay looked up into Logan’s hazel eyes. Again, Clay had that feeling that he belonged to Logan and would do anything to please him. But this time there was no confusion. He relished the feeling. He loved everything Logan did to him. Loved the way Logan made him feel. Loved …
His train of thought was broken when Logan gave him an order in his sexy, low voice.
Clay did, a spark of arousal streaking straight to his cock every time Logan pulled on the chain.
When Logan was naked, Clay bit his lip, wanting to reach out and touch his lover. But Clay had a feeling he was in trouble when his Dom gave him a wicked smile.
“You know, you’re right. I think I am pretty tired. You’re going to have to do all the work tonight.”
Clay definitely knew he was in trouble when Logan reached into the nightstand again and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He dropped the chain for a minute.
“But I know how you like a challenge so I don’t want to make it too easy for you.”
Logan yanked his hands behind his back. The steel was cold on his wrists. His body reacted like it always did when Logan restrained him, his breathing and heart rate quickening, his skin warming with arousal. He tugged at the cuffs even though he knew they wouldn’t come off. Logan smacked him on the ass and Clay groaned. He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut.
Logan grabbed a condom and lube then walked backwards towards the bed, pulling Clay after him by his chain. Clay followed because he had no choice, but he would have anyway. Logan lay back on the bed, the chain tugging hard at his nipples for a moment before Clay followed him down. He’d barely managed to get to his knees without the use of his hands when Logan pushed his head down.
“Get down there and suck me.”
Clay’s fingers twitched behind his back. Logan’s order made him feel like a possession that had no choice but to obey. He scooted back until he was kneeling between Logan’s thick, muscular thighs. Leaning down, he licked at Logan’s cock until he managed to suck it between his lips. Clay moved his mouth on Logan slowly, knowing he couldn’t use his hands to hold his cock in place. But, apparently, Logan wasn’t having that. He pulled on the chain and ordered Clay to go faster.
Clay moaned as more agonizing pleasure-pain throbbed in his nipples, stiffening his cock. He sped up, sucking harder, getting lost in Logan’s heavy breathing and the exquisite pain every time Logan yanked on his chain. He wished Logan would fuck into his
mouth – he loved the way that felt – but he knew he wouldn’t since he’d said that Clay had to do all the work. So he lowered his head, swallowing the thick shaft down as far as he could. He held himself there, licking the underside of Logan’s cock.
Logan gave a particularly strong yank on the chain and Clay gasped, letting his shaft slide from his mouth. He looked up to see Logan tearing open a condom wrapper using only one hand and his teeth before rolling it on. He quickly slicked himself with lube then tugged the chain again.
“That’s all the help you’re getting tonight. Come ride me, baby.”
Clay groaned. “Please, can you un-cuff me first?”
Logan shook his head at the request. “No. You can do it.” He watched as Clay moved his knees to the outside of Logan’s legs and scooted up his body. Logan groaned when their cocks brushed against each other as Clay worked his hips, trying to get him into position. For a moment, Logan felt like he was the one being teased and tortured as his cock head slipped and slid across Clay’s smooth ass, but he still didn’t raise a hand to help. Finally, the tip of his shaft slid into Clay’s tight entry. Clay rocked back, pushing Logan deeper inside him. Logan exhaled hard to hold himself back from thrusting up into the sweet heat that was sliding down his cock too slow to suit him.
He yanked on Clay’s chain. “Hurry up, baby. I’m so tired from chasing that guy I might fall asleep. Then you’d be stuck in those cuffs all night.”
Logan could sense Clay wanted to retort but he pressed his lips together instead. Logan smirked, loving that he’d managed to shut him up. Clay’s thighs flexed as he lifted himself up then slammed back down, seating Logan’s cock deep inside him. His lover sat there for a moment until Logan snapped the chain against his stomach. “Ride me, Clay.”
Clay started to move and Logan groaned as those tight walls slid along his cock. “That’s it, baby. Faster. Bounce on me.” Clay bit his lip as he obeyed Logan’s commands, moving faster and faster while he urged him on.
Logan was absolutely entranced with the view above him. Clay’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, his lips parted with his panting breaths. With his arms cuffed behind his back, Clay’s stomach and thigh muscles clenched hard as he worked himself up and down on Logan’s cock. Sweat ran down his chest and Logan licked his lips, wanting to taste him.
Logan sat up and licked across Clay’s chest, trailing his tongue over the inked anchor. He sucked a nipple into his mouth then pulled on the chain. Clay cried out, his ass clamping tight
around Logan’s cock. Logan groaned and sucked harder, his hands slapping onto Clay’s narrow hips, roughly pushing him up and jerking him back down again and again.
Clay’s thighs squeezed around his waist as he gasped, “Oh god, Logan. Yes! Right there.”
Logan abruptly let go of him. “What did you call me?”
Clay’s eyes flew open. “Shit! I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to ...” He shook his head desperately as Logan lay back down. “No, please, Sir. Don’t stop. I need—”
Logan jerked the chain. “Quiet,” he snapped. “Who are you trying to please, me or yourself?”
Clay lowered his eyes. “You, Sir. Only you.”
“That’s right. And don’t forget it again. Now act like a good sub and make your Dom come.”
Clay started moving again, surprised at how bad he felt for disappointing his Dom like that. But as he slid up and down on Logan’s hardness, feeling it dragging across each of the sensitive nerve endings inside him, his arousal washed over him again. He rose faster and faster, swiveling his hips and tightening his channel on Logan’s cock, using his lover’s groans as a guide to determine what he liked. Logan’s broad chest pumped up and down with his heaving breaths, a muscle ticking in his strong jaw. Out of reflex, Clay’s arms jerked forward to reach for his lover but the cuffs stopped him. He whined in protest.
Logan spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m about to come, Clay. Come with me.”
Clay moaned. “I can’t.” His cock was stiff and aching, but he couldn’t touch himself and he knew Logan wouldn’t.
“I don’t want to hear that bullshit,” Logan said harshly. He pulled on the chain sharply, making his nipples sting. “You can. Work for it.”
Clay obeyed, rising up and slamming down hard, forcing Logan’s cock to repeatedly hit against his prostate. Logan kept tightening the chain until there was hardly any slack left and Clay gasped at the constant pleasure-pain. He closed his eyes, feeling his orgasm building, his balls heavy and tingling, his shaft pulsing.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby?”
Clay nodded, managing to choke out, “Yes, Sir.”
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
Clay did, staring down into those sharp hazel eyes.
“Come for me, Clay,” Logan whispered.
Clay slammed down one more time and that was it. His cock pulsed and cum shot from him, spurting all over Logan’s stomach and chest. He was trembling, his body clenching around Logan’s cock. But he kept moving, eyes still locked with his Dom’s, feeling his orgasm burst hotly inside him through the condom. He suddenly wished there was nothing between them. He squeezed his inner muscles tight, wanting to wring every bit of pleasure he could out of Logan. Going by his deep groan, his eyes closing as he finally let loose and thrust his hips up, Clay was successful.
Clay stayed straddled over Logan’s lap, breathing hard. He wanted to collapse on top of him, but didn’t want to earn any more of Logan’s displeasure. So he waited for permission. Logan smiled. He pulled gently on the chain until Clay lay against his chest, their hearts thundering, both of them struggling to catch their breath. But if Clay thought Logan was finished paying him back for his earlier remark, he was wrong.
Logan exhaled loudly. “Man, now I’m too tired to clean myself up. You’d better do it for me.”
Clay looked at Logan who merely looked back at him with a raised brow. Clay lifted himself off Logan and raised up, letting the softening cock slip out of his body. Swinging his leg from around Logan’s hip, he leaned down to lick up the cum he’d shot all over his Dom. Clay tingled with happiness as Logan stroked his hair and he heard, “Good boy.” He must be forgiven for his earlier slip. He looked up as Logan tugged on his ear.
“Hey, come here and give me a taste,” he said softly.
Clay swiped his tongue again across the cream on Logan’s stomach then crawled up the bed to give him a kiss. The kiss was rough and hot and Clay loved how owned he felt with his hands still behind his back and Logan’s big hand clamped around his neck. Eventually, Logan released him to get up from the bed and Clay collapsed onto his stomach.
“Cripes!” He turned his head to see Logan coming back with the key to his cuffs. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”
Logan laughed and sat down to unlock the restraints. “Bondage for Dummies.”
Clay groaned as the cuffs came loose and his arms were no longer pulled behind his back. He rolled over and let Logan take the chains off his nipple rings as well. “Funny.”
Logan stood back up. “C’mon. A hot shower will take the soreness out of your shoulders.”
Clay pulled the pillow over his head. “No. Wanna sleep.”
But Logan couldn’t let him go to sleep without making sure his shoulders wouldn’t hurt in the morning. “If you come and shower with me, I’ll massage your arms for you,” he coaxed.
The pillow lifted enough for one blue eye to peek out. “Promise?”
Clay was so cute Logan had to smile. “I promise. Now get up.”
Clay sighed and pushed himself out of the bed. He dragged his feet as Logan pulled him by the hand across the bedroom.
“Now I know how those poor criminals feel. Maybe if we offered them hot shower shoulder massages afterwards, they wouldn’t run from us when we try to cuff them.”
Logan laughed and yanked him into the bathroom.
Ah, fun with nipple chains. I'll have to make sure I work that into the superhero series. Thank you for reading! If you haven't checked out Logan and Clay's story, or any of the other Cuffs, Collars, and Love books, you can read them on Kindle Unlimited.
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