We talked how I got started, earlier career choices, chopped up the shit for about half an hour!
We talked how I got started, earlier career choices, chopped up the shit for about half an hour!
The entire month of October, author Kate Hill has set up a fabulous Halloween Hop for readers, meaning prizes and more fun stuff than you can shake your broom at! Her video will give details, but you can see it here!
October 1: Changeling Press + Coupon Code October 3: Mechele Armstrong (Halloween Thursday 13) + Contest October 4: Lisa Carlisle + Contest October 5: Jocelyn Dex + Contest October 6: Sascha Illyvich October 7: Mychael Black October 8: Shara Lanel October 11: Beth Caudill October 12: Selena Illyria October 13: J.S. Wayne + Contest October 14: Cari Quinn + Contest October 15: Ana Raine October 17: Sabrina York (Halloween Thursday 13) + Contest October 18: Zenobia Renquist + Contest October 19: B.J. McCall + Contest October 20: Wendi Zwaduk + Contest October 21: James Dorr October 22: Ashlynn Monroe + Contest October 24: Denise Agnew (Halloween Thursday 13) + Contest October 25: N.J. Walters October 26: Dena Garson + Contest October 27: Lexi Post + Contest October 28: Candace Sams + Contest October 29: Melodie Campbell Kate Hill's site can be found HERE
My excerpt from Hot Knight, a potential 1NS for the fabulous folks at Decadent Publishing. I thought I’d share something from that too. Again, the audio quality is a little rough but that will change over time as I upgrade equipment!
Enjoy the sweet tale of Mark Knight and “Katie” Harpner in Fiji and remember to tell that special someone you love them!
June 29th - 2 PM PST - CreativeSexuality.org
Pitch your sexual fiction & nonfiction. Ask your writing & publishing questions
Three Sizzler Ediotions editors will discuss
M. Christian, Senior Editor, author of over 300 short stories, seven novels, and two dozen anthologies
Sascha llyvich, Romance Editor, award winning erotic romance author and anthologist
Jean Marie Stine, Publisher, author/anthologist/journalist, 3 novels, 7 anthologies, two collections. over 200 stories and articles
20 minute presentation – then our editors will take your questions
Jean Marie Stine has been running Sizzler Editions since 2000, publishing only the highest quality erotica under the Sizzler Editions imprints, along with the PageTurner division for mainstream and non erotic fiction/nonfiction.
All three editors are contributors to WriteSEX - The highly popular site dedicated to teaching about the business of publishing/writing erotica.
I’m coming off an editing project by one of our new, talented Sizzler Editions Authors and wanted to share the latest for those following along with my author career.
As many of you know, about two weeks ago, I finished “Dark Knight” as an intended submission for Decadent Publishing. I’d had some success with my earlier 1NS books, talked things over with the agent of awesome, Saritza and then decided to give them a few more. So, here’s the plot:
Best Selling Romance Novelist Mark Knight is stuck, and tired. The rut he’s been in has hindered his creativity over the last few weeks such to the point that he’s behind deadline (aren’t we all?) and unable to really find his muse for the next book in a series. That is, until his friend Jason (You’ll recognize him and Siddella from Menage Bound)
Katherine “Katie” Harpner is recently divorced, tired, stressed and in need of a drastic change. Her friend convinces her that the 1NS service can grant her every fantasy, including a special one involving Fiji, meeting a stranger and giving her a chance.
When the two meet…
Let’s just say Katie giggles a lot. Sexy giggles.
I hope this story does what I want it to, for the muse I wrote it for. And I hope the folks at Decadent Publishing enjoy it enough to publish it. I’m still waiting to hear back on Paula’s Craving, so hopefully I’ll have those two plus a third once I write another 1NS later this Spring.
Oh, in case it’s not obvious, I’m VERY fond of curvy women. Just like Mark Knight. Perhaps…a tiny sneak peak.
He made his way back into the kitchen. Looking at the time he realized he needed a drink. Madam Eve promised Scotch, a few bottles of wine, juice, water and of course food. Once he’d poured his first drink, Mark brought the glass to his lips and started to take a sip when he heard a soft click. The door opened.
As Mark started to sip, the most gorgeous woman walked through the door.
He stood, half sip in hand, staring at her.
“Hi. You must be Mark.” She stepped in, gently shut the door behind her and looked at him.
“Either that’s really good scotch or you’ve never seen a woman before.”
The haze he’d been in shook off and Mark swallowed the gulp of whiskey he’d just taken, coughing from the burn down his throat. “No,” he poured a glass of water, took a drink, then set the glass down. “Just not used to seeing a truly beautiful woman walk through the door.”
He swore he saw round cheeks turning red.
Dark brown hair fell around her face, framing it and giving it a fullness that reminded him of the moon. Vibrant, perfect.
She had to have some Indian in her if he had to guess. Smooth skin bared and showed cleavage that hardened him instantly. Her tight fitting jeans hugged luscious curves and showed off firm legs he hoped would wrap around him later this evening.
The most intriguing feature of her though, remained her eyes. Sparkling green emeralds, wide with…an emotion he couldn’t name, blazed brightly in her face. Hell, her perfect mouth had his cock standing at attention but he couldn’t tear himself away from her eyes.
“You’re either using that as your pickup line or…” She stepped forward. “I’m sorry, it’s been a long flight.”
He nodded and watched her with predatory precision.
Jerky movements became smoother as she made her way toward the kitchen.
“I’m Mark. How about I pour you a drink. Then we can sit and relax. This is…a little unorthodox for both of us.”
She nodded, dropped her suitcase by the couch and made her way to the bar stool across the counter from him. “I’m Katherine—Katie though.”
“Pleased to make your acquaintance Katie.” He hated how ‘fake’ he sounded just then.
She must have picked up on his thoughts because she giggled.
Music to his ears. This woman could be…
No. It couldn’t be that simple. Nothing ever was for a writer.
He shook off the thought, extended his hand like he had manners and waited.
“I’d love a drink,” she reached across the marble counter, gripped his hand in hers.
A firm, yet feminine handshake greeted his, made his cock harden even more.
She ran fingers over her ear, brushing back strands of hair he imagined had to be silken smooth. Hell, it looked perfect, framing her face, softening her features. It also drew attention to her lips.
Perfect lips, her moth a veritable dessert all its own if he had to guess. Which, he hoped to taste shortly.
The roughness in her voice reminded him of honey, slow, dripping over a woman’s body while he licked it up and devoured her, enjoying the sounds of her need in every breath.
He again forced himself to focus. This was a match making service. They needed to establish if they even had anything in common, and a drink was the ultimate icebreaker. “Scotch? Or do you have a preference? We’ve been fully stocked.”
Editor – Intoxication line: Erotic Romance
That time of year again for Frolicon. Yup, I’m speaking on several panels this year again, occupying both my Friday and Saturday. Don’t worry, I’ll manage to slip some fun in there…
|50 Years: The Future of Wiring||10:00am||11:30am||Junior Suite||Sascha Illyvich
|Editors and Agents Tell All||11:45am||1:15pm||Junior Suite||Trinity – Moderator
|Never Write with Your Former Top||1:30pm||3:00pm||Junior Suite||Angelia Sparrow – Moderator
|WriteSEX||10:00am||11:30am||Junior Suite||Sascha Illvich – Moderator
|It Came From Fandom and So Can You||11:45am||1:15pm||Junior Suite||Jenna Barton|
|More Than 50 Shades||1:30pm||3:00pm||Junior Suite||Jenna Barton – Moderator
|Male POV||3:15pm||4:45pm||Junior Suite||Sascha Illyvich – Moderator
Three tales of paranormal romance and bondage:
In my story Finding Eternity -
In search of his destiny, Solan is wounded by his opponent and left for dead. Rescue in the form of a sensual vampire who drags him back to her castle and heals him. Instant sexual attraction complicates things as Solan’s destiny unfolds before his eyes and he is faced with either learning true mastery, including owning the woman he’s growing to love, or watching her die before his eyes.
Katherine’s life has been unfulfilling until she feels the pull of her life mate slipping away. Upon rescue, she realizes what sustains her is his love, not blood. Except his uncertainties prevent him from fulfilling the role of Master to her slave.
Will Solan realize his true destiny is with Katherine or will she die of a broken heart?
Bonni Sansom brings us Hunter’s Bounty –
Being a Vampire bounty hunter had its perks. Lana Drake knew this all too well. But meeting her new client, Devon Brody awakens a bloodlust that brought out the submissive in her.
After Devon’s sister Zara is kidnapped, Devon hires Lana Drake, vampire bounty hunter to find her, only to negotiate payment with his blood. After the first feeding, he quickly realizes her submissive nature pairs well with his Dominant side.
What starts off as passing time in a no holds barred sexual D/s relationship quickly progresses to something Lana can’t handle, until Devon reveals his true nature when he saves her from the vampire clan that kidnapped his sister. Can Devon and Lana resolve their feelings for each other?
Margie Church leaves us with a taste of Cream On The Crop -
After growing up in politics, Neha Thompson craves privacy. Her new farm seems the perfect place to create a new life, until peculiar events bring the sheriff to her door.
Jamaal Cooper’s feelings about black rights angered some of the locals during the 1948 Freedom Train movement. His body was found on Neha’s farm, and his murder remains unsolved. For 65 years, his restless spirit has harassed the property owners, driving them away one by one. Neha is next.
When Jamaal uncovers Neha’s most secret desires, she’s faced with a choice to submit to this ghostly Master or be driven away like the others.
Now, for the release date: February 21st! Look out for this awesome anthology!
My loyal readers, I’m cleaning house! I have in possession:
2 Copies of the 2nd Edition of Heavenly Bodies, 7 copies of My Sexy Valentine, an anthology I edited, two 1st Editions of Heavenly Bodies. All books $30 to get SIGNED copies.
Heavenly Bodies: “Real erotica, full of pain intermingled with pleasure. Love makes the sexual scenes more powerful. Sensuality Level: Scorching.” raves Ann Leveille of Sensual Reviews. Two exceptional novellas of fantasy and eros by the author Coffee Time Romance calls “Amazing!” and rates “Four Stars!” In “Sacrifice,” Ares, the God of War, is banished from Olympus, falls in love with a mortal woman and is called upon to make a very unusual sacrifice if he wants to keep her. In “Echo s Odyssey,” the wars of faery are over, but for the assassin Echo and his lover Alexandrya, a new war is just beginning. They return to faery expecting to be reunited with the third member of their triad, the princess Serenissa, only to find she and faery itself are threatened by even greater peril. Heavenly Bodies is a pair of erotic, romantic adventures dealing with carnal love between humans and gods and fairies with their heavenly bodies! Sascha Illyvich is the author of the novels “The Gift of Her Submission,” “Light and Shadow” and “Dark Traders,” among others. His short fiction has appeared on Literotica, and in many anthologies, including “Nectar of the Gods” and “Caught in the Middle.” “The sensual tone of the story flowed … the language and situations were believable. Fans will enjoy [his] heart-touching romances.” says Coffee Time Romance Reviews. “Sascha Illyvich is a wonderful, erotic storyteller. He turns you on and tugs your heartstrings- at the same time!” Sabrina Smith Moses, author.
Caught in the Middle: In ‘Swingtime’, Cody invites Lanie to one of his special parties and she finds a wildness within herself and an attraction to Cody that explodes like a firecracker. In ‘Charity’s Auction’ Char wins her ex Dexter in the hospital’s auction. He drives her to also bid on his nemesis and to plan a very naughty night. Caught between a vampire master and an alpha werewolf until they learn to settle their differences, all Jasmine can do is submit, and enjoy being trapped ‘Between Tooth and Paw’. Two dangerously seductive master vampires, one sultry werewolf in heat, and the primal spell of the full moon-it’s definitely ‘Mating Season’. In ‘Magical Menage’ non-practising witch Madison Montgomery can’t decide between the vampire and werewolf…is it possible to have them both? In ‘Trouble for Three’, a night out with the girls turns into more than fun when Anneke hooks up with two hot men bent on seduction.
My Sexy Valentine: Unexpected surprises and four very special carnal adventures lie in wait for four sets of lovers on Valentine’s day. These four short novels will make you laugh, cry, smolder, and send you running for a cold shower. In the first novel, “Bachelorette” by Em Petrova, a spirited woman is deserted by her fiance on the very day her wedding was to take place, but five delectable Frenchmen have a plan to comfort her out of her Valentine’s Day blues – and bridal garments. In the second novel, “Only When I Lose Myself” by Michael Mandrake, Adrian is in need of someone to be his special Valentine and discovers that in janitor, Matthew Gianopolis, a janitor with superior intelligence but poor social skills, he has found it. In the third, “My Valentine Prince” by Ike Rose, a blue-collar college educated hunk who fought class prejudices to raise up the corporate ladder must choose which of two men is to be his Prince Charming: his rich ex-boss boyfriend, or the sailor who gave up his career to love him forever. In the fourth, “Cupid’s Arrow” by Daisy Harris, the god Cupid swears off love, but when a girl he shoots doesn’t swoon as expected, he learns that to woo her he’ll have to break his rule and fall in love with her himself.
Paypal or money orders accepted. Email thesilverwolfprince at gmail.com for details and information.
I’d like to clean out these books so I can make room for more stuff coming in print in 2013! We’re going to talk about putting the two Siddella books together I think and for those waiting ever so patiently, I may finish the Mistress Turned series. It’ll be a quick yet logical ending to the series starting off with I Will Submit to You, Master followed by I Want to Serve You, Master.
I’m looking forward to seeing what happens next as I return back to the office on January 7th…officially anyway.
Officially, the 17th is my last day in the office for the year for both editing and writing. I have no desire to do much but read and hang out, catch up on cleaning and chores that have been piling up. It’s been a long year, not a bad one, but a busy one.
Year in Recap: Taught Male POV for CalWriters Berkeley LIVE for the first time
Frolicon – back to back panels on Saturday, hanging with Cecilia Tan, LaDonna Allison and Barefoot Bill, (smoking on their porch at night talking to LaDonna!) Also, the Cigar Herf!
DragonCON 2012 – more appearances, more panels, more Sascha, and more cigar herfing!
New covers posted below!
TesseracT - Those who followed my journey writing Paula’s Craving understand.
The Gathering – New Album called Disclosure makes me think of a certain Moldovan Pen Pal…we’ve talked more lately. It’s good to have a reminder of who I am.
Releases, “Treasure’s Gift” “Menage Bound“, “Stuck” and “Dark Sensualities“
All the RWA Classes I’ve taught this year, thank you each and every one of you!
My agents of awesomeness, for pulling me off the cliff when I was about to jump – Saritza and Marisa.
My Publicist Deborah Riley Magnus
Mary Hardin-Moore – you’re one simply hell of a fan.
Melissa, you’re awesome sauce. Thank you for all you do for me at DragonCON
My beta readers, old, new, up coming
Waking up every day
I think I reconnected with a part of me I’d buried both as an author and a person.
Bad things -
Fun with coumadin and alcohol: November’s hospital trip
Fun trying to catch a bus and only running maybe 200 meters, resulting in a hospital trip because I’m BACK in goddamn Afib.
Because of a careless asshole from PG&E, I was walking home one night and tripped on a grate, shoving most of my left leg through the tiny circle. I’m still bruised.
The closing of Grants Tobacconist – This is important because it’s a historical landmark AND I spent a LOT of downtime there. Thanks for the memories, guys.
Misunderstandings that led to another cliff I almost launched myself from
Waking up every day since the last hospital trip and not knowing what I’m getting up for or why.
Looks like overall the good outweighed the bad. It tends to do that honestly. Yeah, some things conflict, oh well. That’s life.
Now, an excerpt for the holidays from Her Shelter - An Alexandria Rayne treat
A few moments later, Reinhold made his way downstairs, dressed sans collar. He wanted to make a statement to Crissy. He was not to be taken lightly. He was a wolf.
She was a human. Powerful or not, she was the weaker one.
Moments later, he leaned against the granite countertop, sipping a cup of coffee before pouring his owner one. Smelling Crissy’s scent mixed in with the peppery aroma of the winter outside, he picked up the cup of coffee and blew on it, letting the steam waft towards his face. Crissy came in through the swinging doors, her lips pursed in a thin line. Dressed in black hip-hugging jeans, black socks and a grey shirt that had a large skull across her breasts, she wore her hair tied back. It was still damp like his.
Picking up the cup of coffee, he handed it to her.
She accepted it without a word. Taking a long sip, she set the cup down on the countertop and looked him in the eye.
For a minute, neither said a word. Their gazes locked with him feeling the intensity of her stare. Goddess, how he thought her eyes were the most beautiful he’d ever seen. She’d
hidden so much of herself from him in the last several weeks since they’d been together, yet he picked up everything unspoken because she couldn’t look at him without giving a part of herself away.
“Is my collar not good enough for you?” She interrupted the silence.
Lifting his head, his eyes widened. “It’s fine.”
“Then why aren’t you wearing it?” She tapped her neck.
“It needed to dry. And you need—” He stopped. Closing his eyes, he searched for the words. Inhaling her scent, he picked up on the addition of cayenne. She was clearly annoyed with him.
“I need what, Reinhold?”
He opened his eyes to see her arms folded across her chest.
Returning to his coffee, he said nothing.
She stepped forward and put a finger in his chest. “What do I need?”
“Skip it,” he growled in response. The wolf inside of him let his ears lay flat across his head, a show of annoyance.
“No,” she argued. “What is it you so desperately think I need that you’d mention it not once, but twice? Tell me. I’d like to know.” She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest again.
Looking down the line of her body, he resisted the urge to lick his lips in front of her. Reinhold didn’t want her having any advantage over him now. His body was already begging for another taste of hers, another touch, another kiss. His heart ached at the lack of contact but he mentally told himself to shut the fuck up.
“I’m waiting.” She tapped her foot.
Reinhold met her gaze. Something flashed in her eyes that looked like sorrow or some other sad emotion. Suddenly, it clicked in his mind. Crissy was scared and feeling a little protective. He wasn’t sure why, but her actions no longer seemed assholish. They reminded him of his own defensive manoeuvres.
He cleared his throat. “You’re—” He stopped, studying her. She stood with her shoulders back, breasts jutting forward and her chin out. The challenging glare in her eyes sparked the attention of the wolf inside him.
Still, Reinhold tamped the beast down. If he was to be a successful alpha, he would have to stop going off on people as though they were stupid.
Crissy wasn’t stupid. She just acted that way as a defensive move.
“I’m what?” She tilted her head to one side.
“You’re beautiful,” he spoke in a low tone. Reaching for her hair, he touched her, the soft strands slipping through his fingers.
An eyebrow rose. “I didn’t expect that.” Her voice was gravelly, diffused.
“What did you expect?” Reinhold sipped his coffee, smiling as he looked over the rim of his mug at her.
“I expected to be told what a bitch I’ve been. Not that I care, but it’s what everyone says.”
He smirked. “Even your sisters?”
Crissy nodded. “Yeah. Well, not in so many words. Lynne thinks I need to open up and get out more. She thinks I lack contact with others. I told her others bore me. Others do not thrill me.”
“You want someone dangerous and exciting, don’t you?”
She smiled. “Yeah,” she let the word drag on as a smile crept up her face.
“It’s why you want me.”
Setting his cup down on the counter, he took hers from her and poured another cup for her. “Why the frown?”
“I don’t like being analysed.” She spoke matter-of-factly.
He snickered. “Fine. Let’s play twenty questions then.”
She grinned, her lips turning upwards into a smile that actually made his heart flutter. “You’re cute.”
“Question one, why the attitude problem?”
“See?” She set a hand on her hip. “Already a bad start.”
He shot her a wry grin. “Masochistic tendencies?”
She sipped her coffee and smiled. “Yup, you’re cute.”
“You love it.” His smile was sincere. Reinhold licked his lips and took a step closer. Determined to get what he wanted, a physical release, he made sure to keep his posture somewhat submissive.
“Why do you always insist on making me submit? It’s against my nature as a wolf.” He touched her shoulder.
She flinched. A moment later, she eased into his hand. “Because you’re mine. All wolves are mine and will submit to me.”
“Hmm.” He bent over her, scenting for arousal. “I could kill you though. If I let my human form drop in mid-fuck, the pain would tear you apart.”
“I’m pretty resistant that way.” She smirked.
“True.” He nodded. “But you hope I’d never do that to you. Doubt is always in the back of your mind. Isn’t it?”
“Is that question three?” she frowned.
His lips hung just in front of hers. He smelled the coffee, rich black cocoa mixed in with her natural aromas. Gone were the spicy scents from earlier which had been replaced by roses. “Odd, you smell of roses.”
A blonde eyebrow rose. “I do?”
His tongue darted out over her lips. A hand cupped her shoulder and pulled her closer. “Yes. You do.” He purposely let his canines extend.
She jerked back, but the defiant gaze in her eyes reappeared. “You’re trying to frighten me?”
A smile crept over his lips. He shook his head. “Why would I do that? I’m trying to seduce you.” His voice dropped a notch. Fangs in his mouth lengthened.
Her hands went to his sides. Sliding up the length of his body, she captured his face in her hands and pressed her lips into his.
Reinhold tasted the coffee along with her supple lips.
Nibbling on his lower lip, she suckled and flicked her tongue over the contours of his mouth before pulling back from the kiss.
He made a noise and let his fingers tangle in her baby fine hair. Grabbing a handful, he tugged her mouth away and dragged his teeth along the smooth edge of her jaw, making sure to nip and nibble frequently.
Her body shuddered against his, crushing her breasts into his chest. Her fingers held his head firmly as her mouth worked a trail of kisses up his neck and to his mouth.
Pulling away, Reinhold cocked his head to one side.
“What’s the matter, no longer feeling like the aggressor?” Her voice was a faint whisper.
Snickering, Reinhold shook his head before advancing for another kiss. “No,” he muttered against her mouth, smelling the faint traces of her musky arousal. “Waiting and observing.”
“For what?” Her mouth continued a sensual assault on his, her tongue thrusting past his lips.
Suckling on her tongue, he let her explore his mouth, his body hardening against hers. He’d been letting her control the kiss he’d initiated. Her tongue wrestled his for control until her hands slid down his body, cupping his swollen prick through his jeans. He wanted this, wanted her. But…
He had to wait.
He broke from the kiss. “Impatient, Mistress?”
Panting, Crissy shook her head. “No. Just making sure you’re not trying to top from the bottom again. You’re fun. That shit’s cute with my sister but not with me.” She gave him a grin and turned on her heels to leave. Walking out of the kitchen, she stopped at the door. “And remember, that’s my cock and you’re not to lay a hand on it unless I say so.” With that, she pushed through the door and walked away.
At least he’d made her smile and break away from that damned stolid image she’d always put out, even if it was just momentarily.
She’d poked her head back through the door. “One more thing, Reinhold?”
“Yes?” He looked up.
“If you want my collar back, I suggest you do something to earn it, young pup. Bye!” She slipped through the door and was gone.
His mouth dropped. “Lynne didn’t do that! It’s not fair!” Of course, he hadn’t received Lynne’s collar yet. Doubt that he would earn such a treasure filled his mind.
He heard her whistling a tune before footsteps sounded on the stairs.
Without his collar, he was just a submissive, not belonging to someone. What the fuck did that matter though? He was a wolf, they didn’t belong. They owned. They conquered,
Fuck the D/s aspect of their relationship. Reinhold knew it had to be that wolves were a gift to the sisters from Diana, but he didn’t have to like it.
Still, the burning pit in his stomach let him know he’d fucked up. Crissy had been the first to offer, but he stupidly forgot to put it back on after he finished his shower. Well, to be honest he didn’t forget. The gesture was done deliberately to spite Mistress Crissy.
The fact was that he was a wolf. He was never a bottom. He was a wolf who had control stripped from him at a young age. Memories of a rough childhood filled his mind, the beatings when others thought he was the weak member of the pack.
In his teenage years, he proved them wrong but was repeatedly told he’d become too aggressive.
When he entered the business world, he’d made sure to study the habits of successful humans. Those humans kept their emotions in check no matter what the perception of others. Those in power were in power for a reason.
Quite simply, they believed they were in power.
He scoffed. Wolves and humans were not so different after all. The realisation that Crissy had offered a piece of herself to him struck him in the gut with enough force to knock the wind out of him. Annoyed that he was actually fighting his baser instinct with his human one, Reinhold spun around and glanced out the window. Snowfall had dusted the tree tops and ground. The strong pull of the forest called to him. So did the call of Diana’s bond with the sisters, the bond that was ultimately a human one.
Clenching his fists, he stormed out of the kitchen. He had to apologise. Had to—
Stopping in his tracks, he realised he had to do something else other than apologise.
Reinhold had to beg his mistress for her collar.
A thousand more thoughts flew through his head. He didn’t know she was offering a permanent collar. Didn’t realise he was never to take it off. He even thought that he could tell her that she made him so hot and bothered that he simply forgot to put it back on after his shower, but ultimately the mistake was his. He’d simply taken the gesture for granted.
It wasn’t hard to do. She did tend to come off as callous and unfeeling much of the time he’d spent with her.
Was that enough to make him miss the grand gesture?
He lowered his head. He didn’t know.
Whatever she’d make him do to earn his collar would be way worse than him having to eat his own cum out of her sweet, delicious pussy.
“Fuck.” He set a hand on the door frame. “Fuck, fuck and more fuck!”