Graphic Exposure

#TeaserTuesday – 4/10/2017 – Prescribed Discipline

I wrote the first draft for Prescribed Discipline almost two years ago. I keep putting aside because I want to extend book #1 in the Exhibits series, Graphic Exposure, first. For the next couple of days, I’d be reading over the manuscript to see what would happen with it, in the meantime, enjoy the [unedited] opening lines.

Prescribed Discipline

30 Weeks of Kink: Week #6 – 2/9/2017

Week 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.

As an author, I live in a constant fantasy. I don’t have to pick and choose. Plus, I don’t need to worry about leaving my house or involving anyone else to see how they would end. And all the participants are always satisfied, unless, they are into delayed or denied gratification.

One of my favorite fantasy scenes takes place in Graphic Exposure, but as the title says, it’s too graphic for this blog. Therefore, I’m sharing the setup for you. The conversation is between Lucas and West (Dom) and they are talking about Shaun’s fantasy. I can add that by the end of the night, Shaun got more than he bargained for. 🙂

    “He’s not my boy, just my toy for the night,” West interrupted.

“Semantics. I know you’ll want more after you get a taste of what he has to offer.”

“You know I want to collar a boy someday, but these toys are just the equivalent of a one-night stand as far as I’m concerned.”

“Yes, but this one is different. We spent the afternoon together, and I have a good idea of what he wants tonight. As you can tell, he’s sensory-deprived at the moment, and I personally helped him get ready for tonight. The toy has been in that position for at least twenty-five minutes and has not moved a muscle.”

West smiled knowingly. He had felt the boy— no, the toy, shiver at his touch, and West was looking forward to getting more out of him.

“I’m sure you enjoyed the preparations.”

“I’m not going to lie. I had fun getting him ready, and he trusted me enough to be comfortable with it, but honestly, the toy wasn’t into it.”

“Why?”

“That, my dear friend, is where you come into the mix. This sub wants to experience what it would be like to be used by strangers, but in a controlled environment.”

“Don’t they all—?”

“He wants the threat, not the actual actions. The toy’s into mind games, just like you. Don’t get me wrong, I have seen what he can endure, and I can assure you he’s a masochist, but at the moment, the sub’s trying to fulfill his fantasies,” Lucas interrupted.

“I’m guessing you’re his proxy for the night. I need to know his limits, safeguards, and anything else you deem important,” West said noncommittally.

The smug look on Lucas’s face showed West that he had been played. Lucas had staged their meeting, knowing he couldn’t say no after seeing the toy and knowing what the man requested. West wanted to kick himself; he had no plans to stay longer than one scene, and now, his damn cock was ready to play.

“Yes, I’m his proxy for now. After you talk to the toy for the first time, he’d be taking over. The toy has a set of sagats— finger cymbals–on; one single tone to slow down, and multiples to stop.”

“Are they loud enough?”

“Are you going to be paying attention to his cues?” Lucas deadpanned.

“You really care about him.” It was West’s opinion, not a question. Whoever this sub was, he was important to Lucas, and therefore to him. “Keep going. The toy’s arms need to be untied soon.”

“Hard limits— no animal, age, electrical, blood, cutting play, nor scat, golden showers or torture, and especially, no permanent markings or anal penetration with foreign objects. Soft limits— penetrative sex or touch from someone other than his Dom. Other than that, he’s game for anything; how much is physical or mental, is up to you.”

West’s brain was working in overdrive; the possibilities were endless. It almost seemed as if Lucas recited West’s own limits.

“One more thing: he wants to do everything right here, in the open. He wants to feed his exhibition cravings— objectification and humiliation are turn-ons as well.”

* Read previous entry here.

30 Weeks of Kink: Week #3 – 1/19/2017

Week 3: How did you discover you were kinky?

I discovered BDSM through reading. The first story I read was Lorcan’s Desire by S.J.D. Peterson back in 2013 and haven’t stopped since. The more I read, the more interested I was in knowing more. That’s when I joined the BDSM group on Goodreads.

A couple of days later, I received their newsletter with the announcement of their first writing event, and the rest is history. I wrote two stories for the 2015 Kink on Ink series, Binding Jax’s Heart, which I’m expanding at the moment. It was later selected as a Bedtime Story and a scene was narrated. You can listen to it here.

Also, I wrote Graphic Exposure, which gets its expansion in the next couple of months. It’s now the start of the Exhibits series and book #2, Prescribed Discipline is getting ready for submission as we speak. This year, I wrote Uncle! which is available for free on Instafreebie when you join my newsletter, Lila’s Monthly Musings.

With each book I read or write, I learn a bit more about BDSM. It’s a fascinating lifestyle. One that suits my dominant personality. 🙂

* Read previous entry here

#TeaserTuesday – 1/3/2017 Graphic Exposure (Exhibits, #1)

One of my plans for 2017 is to edit and extend Graphic Exposure. It currently sits at 18,000 words, but the plan is to, at least, double it. It’s also going to be the first in the Exhibits series. Originally, I wanted it to consist of five books, but most likely, it’s going to be only three. With the other two books in the near future, but as part of a different BDSM kink specific series.

For now, here’s a little teaser to get you back into the mood. Enjoy!

The knock on the door startled Shaun. He had been crawling out of his skin since he had woke up alone in Master Lucas’ guestroom shortly after midnight. Ready or not, it was too late to back down. He was sure he should have at least a good five to six years before midlife crisis became real to him. There was no explanation for his lack of judgment. It wasn’t like him to be acting like a fool, pining after a man’s voice. Shaun had fast-tracked his internship hours and had crammed all seven tests one after the other, and now, twelve years after graduation, he was a licensed architect with his own firm. Yes, he had a partner, whom he hated at the moment, but overall they were on their way to success. Unfortunately, losing one drunken bet to the aforementioned asshole had brought him to this moment.

“Are you going to open the door or are you planning on using your mind-control superpower to make them leave and forget you even exist?”

“Fuck you, Jim. I’m not even sure why you’re here. You know, someone should be at the office— working.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Shy. When you were here getting your panties in a bunch, I went to the office and gave everyone the afternoon off. I’m the best boss ever, according to them.”

Shaun glared at his best friend and business partner. Once upon a time, he had thought he loved that man. Now Shaun knew better. Jim’s only purpose in life was to make him miserable. He guessed it was too much to ask for their relationship to survive after Shaun had asked his well-mannered boyfriend at the time to bend him over the bar of the club they were in and to fuck him with a beer bottle— it was just a fantasy that Shaun had shared softly as he kissed Jim’s jaw, but it had been the start of the end.

If Jim only knew what Shaun had been up to last night. He had to laugh; three years after the event, and Jim still had trouble sitting at the bar with him without thinking about Shaun’s request, mostly because Shaun always found a subtle way to remind him. Jim was a good sport but, in the end, they had decided their careers were more important and had settled for a work partnership that had satisfied Shaun more than their romps in the sheets.

A second knock on the front door made Shaun grunt and Jim laugh. Shaking his head in disapproval, Shaun left the hyena alone in the kitchen. Damn, Jim knew him well— he had hoped the cursed photographer and his crew had forgotten about him and the appointment. He opened the front door before his guest had a chance to knock it down; people had no patience these days.

“Mr. Foster?” a very stylish blond man asked.

“Yes.”

“Great, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Mace Rosen; we talked over the phone—?”

The guy stopped talking, probably realizing Shaun was frowning at him. He could even feel the lines forming on his forehead. Of course Jim had used his name to put his evil plan into motion; maybe if Shaun didn’t sign the release forms, he could disentangle himself from all of this. Shaun could claim he was unaware of the scam Jim had concocted. A snort escaped Shaun, causing blondie to step back. Now he was just being an ass; it wasn’t the poor guy’s fault that Shaun and Jim were still dorks, even if their frat years were long gone— or that Shaun felt exposed after last night’s interlude.

“I apologize to you, Mr. Rosen. You spoke with the numbnuts laughing behind me, but it’s my pleasure to meet you. I look forward to getting to know you better,” Shaun said as he offered his hand in greeting. He noticed the delicate flush on the other man’s face at their contact and smiled. Shaun mentally patted himself on the back, knowing he could be nice when necessary. Plus, the guy was short, slim, and cute too, so he may gain something by the end of the day. He was going to be posing provocatively, anyway— better to use it to his advantage. “Please come inside,” Shaun added, placing his hand on the man’s lower back to guide him into the house. It felt nice, and he noticed when the blond had slowed down to get stronger contact. Shaun grinned knowingly at Jim, who was now the one shaking his head disapprovingly.

“No problem, Mr. Foster. I know everything about meddling friends. But please call me Mace, all my friends do.”

“I’d love to, but only if you call me Shaun in return.”

“Shaun it is,” the man responded seductively.

“Mace, meet Jim Telas, my partner. Jim, this is Mace Rosen, but you can call him Mr. Rosen.”

“Oh,” Mace said.

“Asshole,” Jim replied, swatting Shaun’s arm. “Please, Mace, ignore Shy, he’s just having a case of cold feet. It’s nice to finally meet you in person after so many lovely conversations. And by the way, we are just business partners. I’m not touching that again, even if they pay me,” Jim added.

Shaun snorted, and the other two men laughed, breaking the slight tension in the room. Jim was slim but muscled, almost like a swimmer. His hair was cut short but in a modern style, and his jovial attitude made everyone around him happy, but just like Shaun, he wouldn’t touch that again. They had too much to lose if they tried to be a couple again.