Sequel to Impacted!
Bay Area Professionals
Getting to know each other hasn’t been an easy journey for Scott Gregory and Robin “Red” Kennedy. Falling in love and exploring their kinkier sides revealed a perfect match, and Scott is a devoted sub to Red’s headstrong and often impulsive Dominant personality.
Scott, Robin, and their friend, Susie, open a new dental practice a short distance from the old office but miles away from Scott’s former boss and his Promise Keeper mentality. But the move doesn’t guarantee a happy ending. Robin’s mother is in a medical crisis. Scott’s grandfather makes an unexpected appearance. Ongoing interference from Jenna, Ron’s needy assistant, stirs up trouble. And Susie, having completed her training as a Dominatrix, is on a quest for the perfect male submissive.
Then there’s one more threat to their relationship: Robin’s desire for a public collaring, something the shy and formerly closeted Scott is having a really hard time accepting. Is a strong and binding love―albeit a kinky one―enough to keep Scott and Robin together?
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Chapter One
“Don’t come yet!” Robin ordered, soaking up the sight of his gorgeous sub.
Scott was stretched out with each limb tied to a thick mahogany post on the king-size bed. The red silk scarves looked striking against the golden-brown tan Scott had acquired over the last few days. He was blindfolded and begging, two of Robin’s favorite things.
They’d been going at it for over an hour—an hour of delicious torture as Robin drove Scott crazy with the ice dildos. They had looked harmless when Scott first saw them, but they’d succeeded in reducing every nerve ending into a throbbing conduit of erotic electricity that traveled from the tips of his toes all the way up to his brain.
Their evening had started out innocently enough when they took their seats at La Fondue Restaurant in Incline Village, Lake Tahoe. They’d ordered a sample platter, giving them a variety of meat, chicken, and seafood, along with the cut-up fruit they would have for dessert. One pot had been filled with melted chocolate, the other with boiling hot oil. There had been assorted dipping sauces to accompany the cuts of meat and a bottle of Sterling Vineyard’s Petite Syrah to top it off.
It was the third day of their vacation, a much-needed break from the stress they’d been living through for the last four months. Scott had looked tired, but Robin had still thought he was the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen. His blond hair had gleamed in the soft light cast by the huge fireplace on one side of the room, and the emerald green eyes had sparkled like the many stars that filled the sky in this peaceful mountain village. Scott had grinned when Robin had dropped a chunk of meat on the pristine white tablecloth.
“You don’t get out much, do you?” Scott had asked, spearing the piece of tenderloin with his own fork and dropping it into the copper pot of boiling oil.
“Shut up, love. It’s these fucking tiny fork things. Why can’t they give you normal utensils?”
“Then it wouldn’t be as romantic.” Scott had smiled. “This is what fondue is all about,” he had purred, placing a chocolate-covered strawberry in Robin’s mouth. “Savor it, Red. Pretend it’s me in your mouth,” Scott had teased, lapping at his own piece of fruit.
“You’re a little shit, and you’ll pay soon enough.” Robin’s harsh words had contradicted the look of pure joy that had lit up his freckled face as he gazed at his sub. He’d fallen hard for Scott the minute he’d set eyes on him a year ago when he’d walked into the BDSM club in San Ramon. It had started out as a random hook-up but had turned into a deep and abiding relationship that had survived many external forces conspiring to keep them apart.
Robin had shifted in his seat, getting worked up from watching Scott fellate the pineapple sliver he’d dipped into the chocolate. He had decided he would definitely make his boy pay as soon as they were done with this meal. The idea of fondue had been Scott’s, but he’d jumped on it, since he’d never tried it before. Who knew that it would turn into the most erotic foreplay he’d experienced in a long time? Watching Scott dip the fruit into the chocolate and lick each piece, all the while telling him the wicked things he was going to do to his cock, had made him a little crazy. He had become rock hard and had lost interest in the food. All he had wanted to do was take his boy back to the hotel and pound him into the mattress.
When he could stand it no longer, he had signaled the waiter, paid the bill, and said, “Let’s go.”
The state of his arousal had increased even further when Scott had pulled him into the boutique in the hotel lobby to look at the Italian silk tie that was displayed in the window. There was a tiny red handcuff dangling off a chain in the middle of the gray silk brocade. It wasn’t the kind of tie Scott normally wore, but neither man had been able to resist the design.
“Close your eyes, babe,” Robin had whispered as soon as they shut the door of their suite. “I’m blindfolding you with your new tie.”
Scott had complied eagerly, pulled into his submissive role by the tone of Robin’s voice and the feel of the silk being wrapped expertly around his head. It had been a while since they’d had any kind of intense scene. They’d been too busy getting the new office ready and would usually fall into bed exhausted. Getting away had allowed them to get into the right frame of mind, and tonight had seemed like the perfect night to play.
Robin had had a surprise up his sleeve that would fit in nicely with the evening’s seductive atmosphere. He’d prepared two ice dildos the night before while Scott was asleep, pouring water into two condoms, stretching them to the maximum, and then placing them in the freezer. He had peeled off the latex and admired his creations; they were perfect, the length and girth guaranteed to drive his sub insane.
And now, one hour later, Robin continued to torture Scott in the most loving way. He decided to untie him, rubbing his extremities gently to restore the blood flow. The blindfold remained, however, enhancing every single sensation. When he was sure that Scott was comfortable and his wrists and ankles weren’t numb, he rubbed the ice across Scott’s feet, enjoying his gasp of surprise. He followed the path of the ice with his hot tongue, tormenting Scott with the opposing sensations of hot and cold. Being in the dark intensified the pleasure, judging from the way Scott quivered under the expert hands of his Dom. Robin’s warm breath and soft, lapping tongue dueled with the almost painful feel of the ice gliding on skin. Scott was going wild, desperate to touch himself, only to have his hand swatted away.