Pushing Connor (The Dungeon #4)
Aimee Brissay
Dedication
To Adrian, as always. Thank you for being you!
Blurb
When the past comes to bite you in the ass. Two experienced Doms in one tricky relationship.
D/s relationships should be easy. One leads, one follows. But for Connor and Wesley things weren’t so in the beginning, especially when they were both used to lead. After they came together, they thought they had everything settled. Connor led, Wesley followed. But now their routine is threatened.
When a new client at the Dungeon stirs up memories of Connor’s ex, their relationship is put to a test. With his thoughts a mess, Connor cannot get over his past and focus of on the present. If Wesley can’t help Connor put it all behind him, their relationship is doomed to fail. Is their connection strong enough or will crumble under the pressure?
If you like strong Switches and hot Doms, then Pushing Connor is for you.
Buy it now and dive into the latest installment of the Dungeon series.
Chapter 1
“Have you been a good boy, Timmy? Have you?”
Wesley grabbed a handful of the sub’s hair and pulled, raising the man’s face so he could see his eyes.
“No, Sir.” The sub breathed out the words, pupils wide, breath coming in pants. The scene had barely started, and Timmy was already excited.
Wesley hid a sigh at the realization, his mind already changing the script to account for the deviation. Timmy wasn’t supposed to give in this easily. He was one of Wesley’s regulars at The Dungeon, and he was a pain slut. All it took for Wesley to have him eating from the palm of his hand was to combine the pain with a bit of verbal humiliation. Not one of his preferences, but it came with the job.
“Bad boys need to be punished. Are you a bad boy?” Wesley tightened his hold on Timmy’s hair, making sure it was painful.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir what?”
“Yes, Sir, I have been bad.”
“Then you need to be punished. Are you ready for that?” Wesley whispered the words in Timmy’s ear, deliberately brushing his lips against the sensitive skin of the lobe.
Timmy shivered, letting out a silent gasp, eyes going darker and wider. “Yes, Sir.”
“Very well. Go to the chair there.”
Wesley released him. Timmy swayed and took a moment to steady himself. Wesley regarded him carefully, making sure he was close enough to catch him if he fell. On shaking legs, Timmy shuffled to the chair that stood by one of the walls.
“Bend over. Legs spread. Hands against the arm rests.”
Timmy obeyed immediately.
“Eyes forward.”
Wesley went to the toy cabinet. The butt plug he was wearing shifted and pressed against his prostate. The sphincter contracted, fighting what it regarded as an intrusion, and a small pang of pain shot through his groin. His cock stirred. Resting his forehead against the cabinet door, he dragged in a long breath.
The butt plug was a request from Connor, his partner. For years, Wesley had used the wearing of a plug during work, at home, or whatever as a punishment or trial for his subs. And now he had to wear one himself. Now he was the sub, at least with Connor.
Arousal coursed through him, making it difficult to think...which wasn’t wise. Not when he was a professional Dom, responsible for the life and safety of each submissive who crossed his doorstep.
Pushing his own feelings away, Wesley forced himself to focus. He shook his head to clear it, then checked the assortment of paddles, canes, crops, and whips The Dungeon provided in each room. He glanced back at Timmy, assessing his position. The sub was naked, bent over the chair, with his arms securely braced against it and his legs spread. His head was lowered, not looking directly at Wesley.
Wesley took a medium-length crop and headed over to Timmy.
“Very nice, Timmy. Very nice indeed.”
He ran his hand over the swell of Timmy’s buttocks, watching him shiver and arch his back. The touch turned into a slap.
“Did I say you could move, boy?”
The slap turned into a succession of sharp, open-handed blows which Wesley made sure to direct on the same spot. The sub bounced on the balls of his feet, breath hitching, the muscles beneath his skin trembling. The picture he was making—the submission of his pose combined with the strength of his body—was both humbling and empowering, and Wesley took a moment to enjoy it. No matter how many sessions or subs he had, such an image never failed to draw a reaction from him.
“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“That won’t cut it, boy.” Wesley struck again. “I want you to stand very, very still.”
He went back to caressing as he circled Timmy. The butt plug shifted again, distracting him. A wave of excitement mixed with pain radiated from it, and he had to bite back a moan.
Timmy half turned, watching the crop out of the corner of his eye.
“Can you do that for me, Timmy? Can you sit very, very still?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’ll have to see about that, won’t we?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Eyes forward.”
Timmy snapped into position. Wesley estimated the distance between himself and Timmy, before bringing the crop down. He made sure to catch the cheeks square, only hitting the fleshy area. The crop flexed, conforming to the shape of Timmy’s ass. That was what Wesley loved about crops. They were flexible enough to give a little pinch, while not getting out of control and catching unwanted bits. Like cocks and balls. Or an eye.