Deviations: Discipline

Deviations: Discipline

Author: Chris Owen and Jodi Payne

Word Count: 85360

Page Count (pdf): 312

ISBN: 978-1-951011-21-5

Price: 5.99

Pairing: M/M Dom Tobias/Sub Noah

Series: Deviations, Book 3

Genre: BDSM

Date Published: 12/31/19

Publisher:  Tygerseye Publishing, LLC

Heat Rating: 

File Types available: mobi, epub, pdf

Summary:

Tobias and Noah explore their relationships more deeply than ever, not just through their own Dominance and submission, but by engaging with their friends. As Noah helps Tobias through the loss of someone dear, he finds Tobias helping him too, leading Noah through some intense sexual games, breaking down the last of his fears, and helping Noah face the biggest one of all: the cage.

Meanwhile, Tobias’s ex-lover, Phantom, becomes close friends with Noah and they discover and try to resist the simmering sexual tension between them. Their playful teasing turns to real support when Phantom reaches the breaking point due to a lack of consistent Master in his life; something Phan desperately needs.

While Bradford decided he has to stand in as that Master for a while, Tobias and Noah go to Paris, where they see the sights, go to a sexy club, and re-negotiate their contract. Returning from Paris to their own lives brings them all sorts of new difficulties, from deciding whether they should live together, to trying to figure out just where Phantom belongs in their ever-changing relationship.

Excerpt:

Tobias cursed as he came across yet another torn up intersection. Traffic was a mess all through the downtown core, and his frustration level was rising with every one-way street he had to navigate. He was going in a circle, he just knew it, and Lincoln Avenue was always just out of reach.

The trouble, he decided, wasn’t so much the damn construction as the sheer idiocy of the drivers who simply wouldn’t get out of his way and let him get home. “It’s not even close to rush hour,” he muttered, talking out loud in uncharacteristic frustration and trying to ease around yet another truck offloading dirt or equipment or something. He hit the gas and then the brakes as a woman in a PT Cruiser cut him off and gave him the finger.

“And you would think,” he added, “that with all this crap going on… I could at least lose this fucking erection.” An incredibly persistent one at that, one that had been with him to varying degrees since he’d woken up from a morning dream about Noah and new leather wrist cuffs that had complex and intriguing chains dangling from them. He’d been hard off and on since then, and his body was definitely settling on full hardness at the moment.

He took another breath and looked around at the traffic as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his irritation growing. “But no. Not today. Today, I’m cursed with an iron dick, a schedule that’s opened up, a submissive at work, and endless traffic. God damn it!” He slammed his hand down on the steering wheel and a miracle happened: the road in front of his car emptied.

So he hit the gas and took off, heading for home. The sudden siren and flashing lights in his rearview mirror made him glance down at the speedometer in dismay. “Ah, shit.” With a sigh he pulled over and undid his seatbelt.

A chest in uniform appeared at the driver’s side window. A knuckle tapped on the glass, and Tobias rolled down the window, stifling another sigh. The cop had one hand on his gun. As if Tobias could make a bid for freedom in this traffic.

“License and registration, please,” a voice requested in an official tone, and Tobias dutifully reached for the glove compartment. “Wait a minute.” The cop rested an arm on the door and ducked to see better into the car. “Do you have any idea how fast you were going, sir?”

“Jesus Christ,” Tobias groaned, his head falling back on the seat. “Yes. Too fast. Would you like to know why, Noah?”

“That’s ‘Officer Dolan,’ sir, and, yes. Yes, I would.” Noah grinned widely.

Tobias rolled his eyes. “Well, you see, Officer Dolan, I have a smart-mouthed lover whom I can’t get out of my head.” He pointed to his lap. “I was in rather a rush to call him. Or at least think about him in private.”