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“You’ll kneel for me without me having to tell you to. And when you do, you’ll feel so much better. Trust me.”
- Detective Sam Roberts Officer Ryan Bennett: He’s pursuing a promotion to Houston’s elite SWAT team with a determined single. But Ryan desires more than a coveted position on SWAT. He wants a Dominant 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, refusing to let anyone close enough to see his true desires. Detective Sam Roberts: Cool and calm, Detective Sam Roberts is good at reading people, during the day as a detective and at night as a Dom. He sees past the hard layer of arrogance surrounding Officer Ryan Bennett to the hurt submissive beneath. He’s determined to help Ryan embrace the soft, giving nature of his submissive side. If Sam is successful, will he give the young officer the very thing he’s wanted for so long? The Detective’s Pleasure is a m/m romance featuring a stubborn sub and a stern yet patient Dom. Sam and Ryan’s story is part of The Sergeant series, but it is a stand-alone novel. If you love romance that is epic, emotional and erotic, you’ll want to give this series a read! Tags: Contemporary, BDSM, Police, D/s, Bratty Sub, HFN Heat Level: High/Explicit |
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Excerpt
Ryan blinked. “Did I do something wrong?”
Sam 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. “Then why'd you pull away?”
“Because you're not ready for this.”
Heat rushed through him, but now, it was from anger, rather than arousal. “What the fuck, Roberts? I'm not here to play games!”
Sam gently stroked a hand up his arm. “Neither am I.”
He jerked away from Sam’s 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 I wanted to play.”
Ryan’s eyes widened as Sam moved with surprising speed. He climbed back on the bed to straddle his waist, squeezing his sides with his thighs. A sharply 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?”
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 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 around his shoulders and pulled him up against him. Ryan sat there stiffly, refusing to give Sam the satisfaction of relaxing against him. Sam persisted, however, caressing his 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 his 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, his dark hair rumpled, 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.”
Sam 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. “Then why'd you pull away?”
“Because you're not ready for this.”
Heat rushed through him, but now, it was from anger, rather than arousal. “What the fuck, Roberts? I'm not here to play games!”
Sam gently stroked a hand up his arm. “Neither am I.”
He jerked away from Sam’s 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 I wanted to play.”
Ryan’s eyes widened as Sam moved with surprising speed. He climbed back on the bed to straddle his waist, squeezing his sides with his thighs. A sharply 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?”
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 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 around his shoulders and pulled him up against him. Ryan sat there stiffly, refusing to give Sam the satisfaction of relaxing against him. Sam persisted, however, caressing his 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 his 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, his dark hair rumpled, 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.”
