Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Jared has a problem. Somehow the subs at Bound & Controlled have decided he’s vanilla…and straight. He isn’t sure how the rumors started and he’s not sure how to fix it either. The only things he’s sure of are that he’s tired of the curious stares he’s getting as one of the youngest Doms at the club and he’s very skeptical of Conner’s sudden interest in matchmaking.
When wickedly creative meets innocently naughty, fantasies spark and romance can’t be far behind.
Story Contains: M/m romantic content, spanking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, consensual humiliation play, restraints, and BDSM elements.
Author’s Note: This is a sweeter version of humiliation play. It is completely consensual and both main characters are enthusiastic about their desires. The heat level is higher than some of my other books, but it is very much a romance at heart. Each book in the series will be a standalone story.
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Chapter 1
Finley
Oh, I wish he’d have worn clothes for this.
Would that have been too much to ask?
“Finley…” The teasing, singsong way he drew out my name had me blushing. “You’re not paying attention to me. Naughty, naughty boy.”
Shit.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and told myself he would behave if I stopped reacting. “Sorry. It’s been a long week.”
Conner’s giggle said that hadn’t been as believable as I’d hoped.
Aiming for mature and not too distracted, I opened my eyes and did my best to make immediate eye contact with the half-naked troublemaker.
Shoot.
He was already stroking his chest.
Had he gotten harder?
This was never going to work.
Looking over his shoulder toward the rest of the club, I sighed when he giggled again. I’d known he was up to something when he’d moved his chair to make sure no one else could see him talking to me. I’d hoped it was just to make sure we wouldn’t have any distractions.
I should’ve known better.
Conner was a living, breathing distraction, and unfortunately, he knew that was one of my favorite things about him.
“Finley. Finley. Finley.” He made a tsking sound that started to make me hard. Something about the idea that he was disappointed in me for not giving him enough attention just made my dick sit up and beg.
Conner knew it too.
His grin was under control, but his eyes were sparkling with mischief.
And his hand was on his cock.
Well, it was resting on it and he was still wearing his favorite tight black shorts.
So he was kind of clothed?
“I’m sorry? Did you say something?” Lord, I should’ve had a drink before I tried to talk to him. I was a super distracted drunk and that was the only way I wouldn’t notice what he was doing.
His grin said he was thoroughly enjoying my insanity. “You’re the cutest sub. So why are we sitting here instead of you going around and flirting with the single Doms?”
Yes, that was a good reminder about why I’d wanted to talk to him.
“Well, I tried.” I’d been trying on and off for nearly six months, and so far, the only person to do naughty things with me was Conner…and he just did things in front of me, so it wasn’t the same thing. “It didn’t work out as planned.”
A new strategy was definitely in order because the current plan of just talking to people hadn’t worked.
Conner sighed, finally moving his hand away from his erection to rest on the arm of the chair. “Really? What happened?”
It was never a good sign when he stopped groping himself in front of me.
Shrugging, I tried to figure out where to start. “Um, I’m not sure. One Dom I tried to talk to kept insisting that I was so innocent looking it probably meant I was a little. Another tried to explain why puppy play would be wonderful for me. One tried to fix me up with his grandson?”
I’d honestly had high hopes for the last guy.
He was sexy and older and he’d been teaching a demo on using a whip. But no…I was too cute somehow.
Conner winced, letting out a breath as he sagged deeper into the chair. “Yeah, the innocent thing is throwing them.”
Shrugging seemed to be my best response still. I couldn’t help that I didn’t look jaded and angry. I was a happy, if not slightly horny sub, who wanted to be degraded by a Dom.
Was that so much to ask?
“What about Sam? He seemed into you?” Conner’s question was so genuine I realized he hadn’t stayed to see the end of that fiasco.
“Well, he was for a few minutes.” That just hadn’t gone well at all. “He seemed to accept I knew what I wanted, so that was good.”
It was better than a lot of the other people I’d met over the last few months. It just hadn’t stayed that way. “But he started barking out orders and something about his tone made me freeze and then it all just went downhill from there.” Like one big ball of shit.
I really didn’t do well with growly Doms who seemed angry.
Why did some subs think that was sexy?
If I wanted an older guy to sound disappointed in me, I’d go home more at Christmas.
“Oh, yikes.” Conner looked genuinely apologetic. “I didn’t think to mention that to him. He’s usually laid-back with the littles and pups.”
I’d seen that too.
“I think my list made it seem like I wanted something rougher than I really do?” There’d been some kind of miscommunication, but I still wasn’t sure where it’d gone wrong.
I’d talked to him.
I hadn’t tripped over anything.
I hadn’t accidentally insulted him.
It’d been going well up until that point, and then it’d turned into a clusterfuck.
“So…yeah…now I don’t know what to do.” I hadn’t wanted him to fix me up like some kind of matchmaker, but I was starting to think I needed a matchmaker.