It’s here! It’s here!

Today’s the release day for Group Effort! I’m so excited that I think I’ll post an excerpt. First, the blurb again: Andrew Collins hates the boredom of working as a mail clerk. It doesn’t help that Andrew’s domineering boss, Cole Whitfield, enjoys making him miserable. When Cole catches him being naughty on the job, Andrew is faced with a choice, spend one night as the entertainment for Cole and his friends or look for another job. Can Andrew handle four men at once or will he run from the chance at a night he’ll never forget?

Excerpt after the jump.

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Have I used this title before? I can’t remember. Anyway, I deeply apologize for this post being a day late. I’ve been so good about getting something to you regularly. I was out with Pet last night for a good while and then when I got home my parenting duties were called to action. By the time it was all over, it was 10:30 my time and I was sound asleep. (I go to bed early like an old lady.)

Bitten is just over 500 words, and is my Kink Bingo fill for–what else?–bites/bruises.

Also, I think I’ve just discovered how to put in the “Read More” cut so that my explicit material isn’t showing up on your dash, so tonight is an attempt at that, as well.

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Tonight’s piece is called “Wait,” but before I get to it, I have a small announcement to make: Nurse’s Orders has hit the bestseller list! You can find it here on the site. Thanks for the support! And please consider reviewing my work on Goodreads or Amazon, too. Every rating helps.

Okay, without further ado, my first foray into the world of male chastity devices. I hope I got it right, at least mostly. Feel free to tell me what I did wrong in the comments. “Wait” is 500 words, and is my Kink Bingo fill for “chastity devices.”


Andrew squirmed on the bed. “Please?” He was panting and running his hands along the blanket, anything to keep from touching his groin, not that touching would do him any good. His hips rocked gently back and forth, as if he was searching for some kind of contact. He probably was, Jake mused.

Jake grinned, looking self-satisfied. “Not at all.”

Andrew was panting now, and Jake couldn’t stand how much he was enjoying himself. A porn soundtrack played in the background, making matters that much worse for the squirming man.

“Please?” he said with a bit more desperation in his voice, bordering on a whine. “Please let me out of this thing, Jake. Please.”

“I do love it when you beg.” Jake toyed with the key in his hand, flipping it between fingers. The look of Andrew squirming on the bed, desperate, straining against the steel trap around his cock was almost too much to bear. Jake palmed his own stiff cock, groaning from the pleasure of it. “God, get over here and touch me, now.”

Andrew did as he was told, scrambling to the edge of the bed. He leaned in, deeply inhaling the scent of Jake’s arousal, before taking it in his hands. Andrew’s stroking was deft, sure, and it felt good, but not nearly good enough.

“Suck,” Jake commanded. His voice left no room for discussion or disagreement. Immediately, Andrew opened his mouth and leaned forward, taking Jake in his mouth. Jake let his eyes flutter closed, enjoying the hot, wet sensation of Andrew’s mouth, the intense pull of his sucking, the practiced flick of his tongue on the sensitive spot under the head. Andrew had done this before, and he was good. Andrew moaned as he sucked, and Jake knew that Andrew couldn’t take much more.

Jake rocked forward, fucking into Andrew’s mouth several times, until he was on the verge. He then twined his fingers in Andrew’s hair as he came, pulling the man close in, so he could shoot down Andrew’s throat. Andrew, for his part, swallowed greedily, slurping up as much as he could before letting the rest run out of his mouth. He continued sucking and bobbing his head until Jake pushed him away with a hiss.

“Please?” Andrew said again, this time with little conviction.

After a moment, Jake responded. “Okay. Yes.” He leaned down and slid the key into the lock, releasing Andrew’s cock from the chastity cage. Andrew responded with a loud moan, and he tumbled back onto the bed, clearly overwhelmed. His cock sprang to life, leaking copiously.

“Thank you,” he sighed. He reached a hand to his groin and received a sharp slap on the thigh in return.

“No touching,” Jake barked. Andrew whimpered. “That’s my job.”

With a gasp, Andrew bucked his hips in the air, seeking contact. When Jake closed his mouth around Andrew, he could hear the other man moan loudly in relief, bordering on a sob. This was good, Jake decided.

“Yeah, Mike”

I’ve decided to re-engage in a flash fiction writing spree, and you get the benefits. As an added bonus, I decided to play a little more with  Mike and Daniel (Daniel is the MC for Nurse’s Orders, and Mike is his police officer partner in the novel, but as you know, I love writing the two of them together, too.) For tonight, I have for you a m/m blood/knife play short, at 500 words. I hope you enjoy it!

Edited, because Daniel’s name was Sam in an early draft and I forgot to change them all.

Once they had started, Mike couldn’t imagine stopping. Each night that Daniel needed him, Mike pulled the long, bone-handled knife out of the bedside drawer and gave in. After a while, it wasn’t giving in, and there were nights in which Mike lay awake in bed, listening to Danny’s breathing, wondering if tonight was going to be the night. He tried to fight away the feelings of guilt, but his hard cock betrayed him as he lay there imagining what it felt like to split Dan’s skin open gently, watch rivulets of blood run down his leg or arm or back, and stroke his fingers through the warm liquid until they were both heaving and ready to fuck.

In the beginning, it was always Dan’s need that started it. Daniel would wake Mike, begging, voice broken and raw. “Please Mike,” he would say. “I need it.” Slowly, “I need it” turned to “I need you” and then “I want you.” They never spoke about this in the daylight, not once, and that was just fine with Mike. He wasn’t ready to admit the degrees of fucked-up-ness they had between them. He wasn’t ready to admit that this…this relationship meant more to him than he let on. He didn’t want to risk the chance that Daniel would recoil in disgust, tell him to get help, and insist on separate hotel rooms from here on out.

Tonight, though, Mike wanted it more than he could explain. He tossed and turned until he couldn’t take it anymore, until need threatened to close up his throat and stop him from breathing.

“Danny?” his voice rasped in the darkness. “Danny.”

Daniel, it seemed, was already awake. “Yeah, Mike?”

“I…uh…can we do it again tonight?” He reached out an arm and slid the table drawer open, hoping Daniel would understand.

A beat passed, two. “Yeah, Mike, we can do it again tonight.”

Relief flooded him, but he still felt tense, bound inside himself. He knew that the feeling would unravel and spin away once he started. He swung his legs out of bed and saw that Daniel had done the same.

“Where do you want to do it?” Daniel asked. He’d never asked before, not like this, so giving.

“We did your thigh last time. Back?”

Daniel cleared his throat in the darkness. Mike could see Daniel turn in the moonlight, tan back strong and bare. “Go ahead.”

Mike stood, took the knife in his hand, and placed the point on Daniel’s back. He hesitated just for a second, unable to believe his luck. As the blade pierced skin, tiny rivers of blood welled up and ran. Mike could feel his cock getting harder. After a few cuts, he felt like he could breathe again, and Daniel’s breath was coming long and slow. He put the knife back in its drawer, leaned down, and kissed Dan’s neck gently. Daniel reached up and pulled Mike closer.

“Yeah, Mike,” Daniel whispered again.

Challenge #8 – Anything at all

Today’s challenge is to write about anything at all. How free! Except I really struggled to come up with a topic to write about. After a few weeks of being dictated to, I found myself a little lost without a topic. Therefore, I bring to you another piece of flash fiction, just under 600 words. I hope you enjoy.


Andrew settled between Matt’s legs, face close to an already leaking erection, trailed sure fingers along Matt’s thighs, teasing, a promise.

“C’mon,” Matt whined, canting his hips up.

He exhaled heavily against sensitive skin, but when Matt tipped himself towards Andrew’s open mouth, he drew back. “What do you say?”

Matt huffed, disbelieving. “Please?”

“Please… what?” Andrew knew he was testing the waters, Matt still shy most nights when it was just the two of them, but he was hoping the gamble would pay off.

“Touch me?” Matt squirmed.

With firm hands, Andrew gripped Matt’s thighs, let his fingers dig in. “Be specific. Ask for what you want.” He glanced up when he said this, sought Matt’s face, wanted to read the reaction there, and he was really fucking glad he did. Matt’s face turned pink and he bit his lip against a whimper – an honest to God whimper. For its part, Matt’s cock also lurched, precome oozing out thickly.

“I… please, suck my cock.”

Immediately Andrew opened his mouth and took his partner in as far as he could, deep down to the base, pushing the head back along the smooth surface. Matt gripped fingers in his short hair and Andrew felt the lust pool in his belly and groin. He knew he could do this all night, could spend hours sucking Matt off, but tonight he wanted to hear him beg. He pulled the cock out of his mouth slowly, trailed his hands and tongue down, down, to Matt’s ass. He pushed him apart slowly with fingertips and then dipped his tongue down and pressed in.

Matt gasped a little, moaned, pushed towards it.

“Yeah?” Andrew asked darkly. He ran his tongue along the sensitive flesh and then pulled away.

“What the fuck?”

“You know what.”

Matt groaned. “Christ, please. Use your tongue on me. On my ass.”

Andrew pressed his face close, licked along Matt’s rim, each pass pressing his tongue in harder. He began to press Matt open with his fingers, and something in Matt must have unraveled because he finally started talking.

“God, yes. Fuck me open with your fingers. Please. Wanna feel them inside of me. I—” Matt stuttered.

Andrew had slipped a second finger inside of him, licking around his fingers, pressing his hot tongue between them.

“Yeah. Please… don’t… so… ungh fuck close. Please… want you deeper. Harder,” he gasped, hips bucking up.

Andrew pressed a third finger in hard, lapping at Matt’s entrance, hungry for more.

“So close, gonna… gonna come… please, can’t wait much longer, wanna feel you, please… just… fuck me.”

Quickly, he pulled his fingers and tongue out, lined his cock up, and pushed in. He was kneeling between Matt’s legs, hands gripping narrow, sweaty hips.

Now that he’d started, Matt couldn’t seem to stop talking. “Yeah, fuck, so good, harder, fuck me harder.” He lifted his legs to wrap around Andrew’s waist and kept talking. “So good, please, almost there… Gonna…”

Andrew slid one hand over and gripped Matt, stroking him deftly, one, two, three, quick movements. A flick of the wrist, a press of thumb into the sensitive spot at the crown, and Matt was coming in thick, hot, white spurts. Watching Matt come undone so thoroughly tipped Andrew over the edge, and he fucked into Matt hard and stilled, emptying himself.

As his orgasm subsided, he began to pull out, but Matt tightened the grip of his legs, a smile teasing on his face. “No… stay another minute. Please? Kiss me?”

Andrew folded forward and pressed his mouth to Matt’s.

Writing Challenge #2 – Fanfiction

Okay, so the second piece for the writing challenge is to write a fanfiction. I’m so mortified to have written this (it’s RPS – real person slash) that I’ve changed the names. I suppose that’s sort of cheating, but I hope you’ll like it either way.


It seemed to Luke that sex could always be boiled down to a series of moments of acute anticipation, from beginning to end, and that even the conclusion of sex brought about its own round of aching anticipation. He loved nothing more than that feeling of hot, eager wanting. The anticipation was his favorite part.

Luke knelt on the bed, naked, facing away from James, body tense. The room was dark, and he could only hear the sound of his breathing, and James’s breathing, and his own heart pounding. He hung his head, waiting.

The bed shifted as James climbed on, and Luke bit his lip, holding himself as still as possible.

“Shhh,” James whispered. And with that, strong hands were sliding across Luke’s back, up from the base of his spine to his shoulder blades, stroking outward along the tops of his shoulders, and then back down his sides. “Shh,” James said again, and stroked his right hand along the right side of Luke’s neck, fingertips light, trailing along the sensitive skin there, neck, ear, jawline, throat. Luke shivered and tilted his head away from James’s hand, welcoming the touch. His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his face slightly to his lover, searching to make eye contact. When he locked eyes with James and saw the dark lust there, Luke held his breath.

He exhaled slowly, shakily. They had danced this dance a thousand times, it seemed, but the eager, breathless anticipation was always his favorite; waiting to see what James would bring this time, what James would do to show Luke just how much he knew Luke’s needs, and how fucking amazing it would feel in the end. Yes, the anticipation was his favorite part.

James leaned down over Luke, and Luke felt the heavy heat of the taller man folding himself over Luke’s back. James’s left hand slid down Luke’s arm and James’s weight came to rest on it. With the other hand, James tilted Luke’s head away, exposing Luke’s left jaw. He closed his eyes again, body pliant. Soft lips caressed his tender neck, and he exhaled in a little huff.

“Turn,” James whispered in Luke’s ear, and Luke felt a surge, hot in his belly, straight down to his groin.

“Yes sir,” he murmured in response. Luke knew better than to respond in any other way. Lowering himself onto his forearms, Luke eased down onto the bed. He rolled onto his back, stretched his legs out, and pulled his arms up, clasping his hands together on the pillow above his head.

“Hmm,” James growled. “Good.” James pulled back and knelt over Luke, gazing over that which was his. “Good boy.”

With just those words, as if on cue, Luke arched his hips up just a bit, seeking physical reward.

“Ah, not so fast,” James whispered, and placed a hand on Luke’s hip, pressing the smaller man into the mattress so firmly that Luke could almost feel springs.

Without another moment’s hesitation, James leaned in, mouth hot and open, and pressed himself against Luke. James pressed his forehead against Luke’s shoulder and exhaled. Then he tilted his mouth down just a bit more, teeth grazing Luke’s shoulder.

Luke bit his lip again, exhaling through his nose. He knew what came next, and he was ready. Again, he knew better than to say more. Slowly, he felt the teeth drag along his shoulder, up his collarbone, and nip down. And then another, harder this time.

James’s teeth parted, and with a push, he shifted his body higher. Their groins grazed together, and Luke felt the hand on his hip press him down more firmly into the mattress, preventing any errant movements. James sank his teeth slowly into the smooth skin and taut muscle just below where Luke’s neck and shoulder joined. Luke groaned this time, rocking his head to the side, pushing into the pain. Only a second went by before James was licking and kissing Luke’s neck, tender and sensual. Then another bite, and a third, each one followed by a series of kisses to soothe the ache.

Luke slid his hands down from the pillow onto James’s back, sliding easily in the thin sheen of sweat. “Ohh,” he murmured, digging his fingernails into the taller man.

With that, James went in for the kill. He released Luke’s hip and slid that hand along Luke’s throat, tipping Luke’s head as far to the side as he could. He dragged his teeth along Luke’s shoulder again, and bit down, hard.

Despite his best efforts, Luke grunted and exhaled heavily, trying to keep his breathing even. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Oh, yes.”

In what seemed to Luke like a perfectly timed moment of torture, James slid his fingers down to Luke’s nipple, pinched hard, and released both Luke’s chest and his neck at the same time. As he did, Luke rocked his hips up, almost as if he had no control over his motions, and groaned again.

Luke’s cock was leaking, tip slick with precome, and he had to fight against himself to keep his hips in place. “Please,” he hissed. James kissed Luke, parting lips with his tongue. Even this was almost irresistible to Luke, he was so eager, so in need. Luke pulled back. “Please fuck me.” As much as he ached, Luke knew that James had to be wanting it just as much. More. James had confessed before that he enjoyed playing out these scenarios more than he had ever expected. While Luke had always known he loved pain during sex, James had come to it by way of loving Luke. And, as it turned out, James had loved every moment of it.

Hooking an arm behind Luke’s neck, James tumbled the two of them, until Luke was on top. “Get the lube,” he ordered.

Immediately, Luke scrambled to slide open the bedside drawer, pulled out a bottle of slick silicone lube, and positioned himself back above James.

“You do it,” James said. “You put it on.”

Luke rocked back on his shins, his cock bobbing gently in the darkness. He couldn’t help himself, and reached out to stroke James, marveling at the heat of it. James had not been his first guy, and they had been together for a long time, but even so, every time Luke caught himself amazed at his good fortune. He licked his lips, flicking his eyes up to meet James’s.

“Can I suck it?”

James’s eyes fluttered closed for a second, hips thrusting up. “Yes,” he said. “Yes.”

Luke didn’t waste any time, moving down, kneeling on the bed over his lover’s body. He licked his lips again, parted them, and pulled James’s cock into his mouth. Luke closed his eyes and licked the salty precome. His mouth started watering, literally watering, and he groaned eagerly. Gripping the base firmly with one hand, Luke coated James’s shaft with saliva, licking from base to tip as thoroughly as he could. He knew he was dragging it out, but he lived for James’s pleasure, and the longer it took, the longer James would reward him – he hoped.

“God damn it, Luke,” James murmured, fisting his hand in Luke’s hair. He didn’t pull or guide, not yet, but he gripped just hard enough that Luke couldn’t move without his scalp singing just a little. “Go.”

Luke took orders well, including this one. He opened his mouth and took James in fully. It had taken some practice, but he was able to take all of it, James’s cock sliding along the back of Luke’s throat. Luke tightened his throat as he sucked gently. Bobbing his head, Luke worked his tongue along James’s shaft. All of his movements were hampered by the hand gripping his hair, but Luke worked against it the best he could. When his jaw started to get tired, he loosened the suction and pulled off, sliding his mouth down to James’s balls, sucking gently on each while he stroked James.

After long moments of this, James tugged Luke’s hair hard. “No more,” he bit out.

Luke leaned back on his shins again and retrieved the bottle of lube. Pouring the lube into his hands, he breathed slowly, trying to steady his heartbeat.

“Now,” James growled. “Stop fucking around.”

He nodded, slid his hand down past his cock, and to the cleft of his ass. God, how he wanted to stroke himself, just once, to grip his own shaft, hand slick with lube, and ease some of the tension he felt. James would beat his ass for that, without a doubt, Luke knew, and while he wouldn’t mind the punishment so much, he couldn’t bear to disobey. He stroked his ass several times, working the lube in place, and the slid a finger in, fucking himself with it just a bit. He exhaled and hummed, grateful for the tingling it sent through his cock and out to the rest of his body.

“Yes. Another.” James had a fist wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, his other hand tucked behind his head.

Luke’s cock leaned against his own arm, and just the touch made him ache for more. He slid a second finger inside himself and whimpered just a little. It felt good, but he needed more, and he needed it soon. Before long, he was sliding both fingers in and out, as deeply as he could get them.

“More.” James’s strokes were getting faster.

Sighing, Luke slid his hand out, poured more lube on it, and eased it back into place. The positioning wasn’t the best for fingering himself, but his arms were lean, his fingers were long, and he managed to slip a third in alongside the previous two. As he worked the fingers in and out, he started thrusting unconsciously, each thrust accompanied by a tiny groan.

For a long while, James watched. Luke saw James watching and slid his free hand to his chest, pinching and twisting his nipples eagerly. “Please, sir,” Luke said, giving up on his efforts of silence, “please. Please.” Each thrust was accompanied by a plea. “Fuck me. I can’t wait any longer. I need to come.”

“You can wait. You will wait.”

“Please,” he asked, more desperately.

“Keep going. Don’t you dare come.”

Luke wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off, had just started worrying that he needed to stop or come or he’d risk losing control and disappoint, when James barked out the order. “Stop. On top of me now.”

Grateful, Luke hurried to his hands and knees, positioning himself directly in front of James’s long cock, slick with precome.


Luke whimpered as he backed up onto James, wanting more, as always.

“Good boy.” James’s hands found Luke’s hips, planted him firmly in place as his cock was fully buried into Luke’s ass. He held Luke still for what seemed like a very long time.

When James released Luke’s hips, there was an implicit permission in the release. Luke exhaled, and crashed his lips into James’s. He devoured James’s mouth, sucking his tongue, and once he released it, he bit James’s lip. He rocked back and forth on his knees, fucking himself. Every down stroke made him feel as if he should be seeing stars – his body was alight with pleasure.

Luke heard James’s groans, and they sped up. The anticipation, the foreplay, the wait had been so long that James was sure to come soon. Luke knew James was close when the larger man reached his arms up, slid his fingers along Luke’s back, and dug his nails in. Rather than gripping, James raked his fingernails along Luke’s back, dragging them slowly, setting every nerve on fire. Luke’s entire body felt lit up. He groaned loudly, grateful for the added intensity.

It was the sound of Luke’s gratitude that sent James over the edge, coming in hot pulses inside Luke.

Frantically, Luke continued to fuck himself on James, desperate to push himself over the edge. He babbled a string of pleas again, knowing that he wasn’t guaranteed to be allowed to come.

Tonight though, James must have been feeling generous. He snaked his hand between the two of them and made a fist around Luke’s cock, slippery with precome and lube, and used Luke’s momentum to stroke him to completion. As Luke came with a cry, he dropped his forehead to James’s shoulder. Panting, breathless, he murmured his thanks, before pulling off of James’s cock and collapsing into a grateful sleep.

Four by Flash #5 – Not Him

Happy New Year! Here’s a piece I wrote during the flash fiction challenge, and specifically as a Kink Bingo fill for the word “silence.” Hope you enjoy!


Michael smiles at the man as his lips wrap languidly around a beer bottle. The stranger is tall and tan, long hair falling into blue-green eyes. The similarities end there, proportions off, not tall enough, muscle and bone sloping in ways that are unfamiliar and wrong. He likes it. Michael takes his time on the bottle, playing it up, and when he returns it to the bar empty, he winks, drops a bill on the counter, and slides off his stool. He walks away confident that by the time he hits the back door, he’ll be followed. He isn’t wrong.

The guy clears his throat as they step into the alley, and Michael turns, smiles, nods.

“I, uh,” the stranger starts.

Michael is on him, shoving roughly against the cool brick, pinning him there with hips, hands, and mouth. The stranger groans, pushes back with his groin. That’s all the encouragement he needs before he shoves his hands down to the guy’s pants, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping. He draws back, catching his breath, and the stranger decides to talk.

“I’m Jared,” he laughs shakily.

Michael grunts a response and latches his mouth on Jared’s neck, sucking and biting a bruise.

“How about you?” Jared’s squirming, a low moan rumbling in his chest.

Michael’s wrapped his hands around the guy’s cock now, and it’s leaking, precome oozing out heavily. He slip-slides his thumb through it, strokes the guy steadily. “Don’t wanna talk. Wanna fuck you.” The cock in his hand surges in agreement, and Jared thrusts into Michael’s hand.

Jared nods, exhales hard, and his hands go for Michael’s belt and fly, pushing jeans down to his knees.

When they’re both exposed, Michael takes the time to kiss the guy again, grinding his bare cock against Jared’s. Maybe some other night, under some other circumstances, he’d take this guy home, take his time, do things right. Not tonight. Things are different these days. He tears open the package he’s palmed, slides the slick condom on, and pushes away.

The guy turns, pressing hands to rough brick. Michael lines himself up and just before he thrusts in, he hisses, “Not a fucking sound.” Jared whimpers quietly and nods.

With that, Michael’s inside him, biting his lip against a groan, and he sets a punishing pace, unsure of just who the punishment is really for. His thrusts are hard, pelvis pressing flat against ass each time, and he lets himself focus on the way the stranger’s hair falls into his face, the way sweat trickles down the strong, tan back despite the chill, the tiny, whimpering noises Jared is trying to suppress.

Michael leans forward, wraps a hand around Jared’s cock as he feels the heat pool tight in his groin, strokes expertly with the abundant slick there. Jared groans quietly and comes on Michael’s hand, hot and thick, and Michael follows right after.

As he comes, the only thought that pounds through his head is Not Jake, not Jake, not Jake.