When things
aren’t the way you wished for by Eva Lefoy
We all go through this – sometimes life gives us a rude shock! Just this
morning I took my tea out of the microwave and accidentally banged the bottom
of the cup on the rim of the microwave plate. Bam! A huge chunk of glass broke off. Oops….
The other weekend, hubby took the car to get gas for the weed whacker.
When he got down the street, the car wouldn’t shift. At all. He managed to get
it to the parking lot and find a gear but it was a struggle to get the darn
thing back in the driveway. Yikes. Nobody was hurt, but now there’s a car
sitting in the driveway that needs a new shift assembly.
Sometimes the shocks are worse. My
dad had a heart attack a year ago. They saved his life, but it was certainly a
BIG shock to the family. Not on nearly the same level, in Dom of Destruction,
Brian goes to the club searching for Gar only to find Gar with another sub. But
wait. He’s not only with one other sub – that Brian might have been able to
stomach – but Gar has a different sub every night! Brian, formerly a top and
very much a control freak, suddenly finds himself relegated to just one more
guy in the lineup. Egads!
To say he’s a little disappointed is an understatement…
Dom of
Destruction, book III in the Love Hurts series:
When new and impulsive
sub, Brian is injured in a bad scene, the incident opens old wounds for his
sometimes-Dom, Gar. While doling out revenge, Gar must come to terms with his
fear of relationships and learn the shocking truth about his former lover,
Angel.
Meanwhile, Paul’s
uncontrolled jealousy of Brian comes to light and Geoffrey threatens to cancel
their engagement if he won’t get his anger under control. In different ways the
aftermath of the sadistic Dom’s destructive force puts these four men on the
track to future happiness, but some will suffer more scars than others.
Warning: The MC in this story is baited into a scene of BDSM
play and is abused.
EXCERPT – Brian finds another sub servicing Gar
at the club:
At the second to the last door he heard voices. One of them deep,
even and low. It sounded a hell of a lot like Gar. Throwing caution to the
wind, he pushed the door open and took a step inside. He halted, paralyzed with
shock at the scene before him.
Gar stood on the dais by the bed, as handsome as ever, exuding pure
masculine control while some young dork wearing a collar and a leather Trojan
kilt knelt at his feet sucking him off.
Gar’s meaty hand cupped the back of the guy’s head, alternately
pulling it away and then snugging it closer to his balls. “Yeah. That’s right.
See how that position works better with the collar?”
What. The. Hell? Brian entered the room and headed
straight for his Dom. He noticed a third man in the
room—an attendant holding a towel—who flashed him a worried look at his
approach. “Gar, what are you doing?”
Gar’s eyes widened for a second, then he waved a dismissive hand his
way. “Working with one of my subs.” He frowned. “What are you doing here,
anyway? It isn’t Thursday.”
Brian took a step closer, tension making his moves stiff. Rising
anxiety in his chest stuttered his heartbeat. What the hell was wrong with Gar?
The intensity of their last encounter had stamped its mark into every fiber of
Brian’s being. It had driven his need higher and higher for days until
frustration had forced him to come here begging for more. Did Gar not get that?
“No, it’s not, but I wanted to see you.”
“I’m a little busy. Come back Thursday. Thursday’s your night.”
The guy slid his mouth off of Gar’s dick and it hung there, pointing
right at the man’s face, clad in its shiny latex condom. “Did you want me to
stop, Master?”
“No.” Gar shook his head. “Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
The sub resumed his project, sucking loudly and fisting the end of
Gar’s cock. Gar’s shaft was so large the poor man’s hand hardly fit around it.
Brian blinked, trying to understand the scene unfolding before his
eyes. No, he hadn’t assumed he was Gar’s boyfriend,
but hell, he’d wanted a little more than to be relegated to a weekly time slot.
“My night? You have a different sub every night?”
Gar sighed and crossed his arms. Irritation showed in his features,
in the way his brows scrunched together like two large hairy caterpillars. “No,
not every night. Fridays and Saturdays are still
open.”
“What?” Brian hadn’t meant to screech, but the
audacity of the man’s offhanded treatment of him put his anger on a short leash
and his dismissive attitude jerked the chain. For God’s sake. Didn’t Gar realize he had needs?
Gar having a different sub every night wasn’t what he’d expected.
What he’d imagined—what he’d truly wanted—was
a piece of what Paul and Geoffrey had. An exclusive Dom/sub relationship. As in
one-on-one. Man to man. Someone who’d understand him and help him explore his
newfound submissive side. From what Paul had told him about being a Dom, the
role didn’t include a fucking harem. “Look, Gar—”
Gar huffed out a breath and backed up, removing his penis from the
man’s mouth. “Hold on. I’ll be right back.” He glanced at the other attendant
and pointed. “You will service him while I’m gone and do a good job.”
The guy crawled away. “Yes, master.”
Brian rolled his eyes so far they nearly lodged in the back of his
head. Oh this is
great. I have a slut for a Dom that treats guys like they’re actual slaves from
a bad porno. How could this get any worse?
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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a
certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking.
One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go
travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for
the sake of future explorers.
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