Brian's Boundaries
Brats in Training 2

GENRE
Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, sex toys
Published: July 10, 2012

Jacob Lyndhurst has wanted Brian as his sub since first laying eyes on the man at Michelson Inc. The only problem with that plan was that Taylor McKinley fired the guy. When he and his power circle of friends have dinner at a very high-end restaurant, Jacob sees an opportunity to have his cake and eat it too when Brian turns out to be his server.

Brian is floored when he spots Jacob, the man of his dreams, sitting at table three. Not only does the man have arresting good looks, he oozes power and a commanding presence. And that is exactly why Brian should stay the hell away from the man.

When Jacob is relentless in pursuing him, Brian's curiosity is piqued. He gives one night to the man of his dreams and his world is no longer his own. But someone is out to sabotage Brian and is hell-bent on getting him fired from his new job.

When Brian runs away from the one man who pushes his boundaries beyond their limits, Jacob must decide whether to chase after him, or cut his losses and give up the one man that he knows is his perfect sub.  


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BRATS IN TRAINING 2

 

 

 

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GENRE: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, sex toys

Published: July 10, 2012


Jacob Lyndhurst has wanted Brian as his sub since first laying eyes on the man at Michelson Inc. The only problem with that plan was that Taylor McKinley fired the guy. When he and his power circle of friends have dinner at a very high-end restaurant, Jacob sees an opportunity to have his cake and eat it too when Brian turns out to be his server.

Brian is floored when he spots Jacob, the man of his dreams, sitting at table three. Not only does the man have arresting good looks, he oozes power and a commanding presence. And that is exactly why Brian should stay the hell away from the man.

When Jacob is relentless in pursuing him, Brian's curiosity is piqued. He gives one night to the man of his dreams and his world is no longer his own. But someone is out to sabotage Brian and is hell-bent on getting him fired from his new job.

When Brian runs away from the one man who pushes his boundaries beyond their limits, Jacob must decide whether to chase after him, or cut his losses and give up the one man that he knows is his perfect sub.


 

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STORY EXCERPT


“Back off, Ralph,” Brian said as he took a step back. “You’re invading my personal space.”

Ralph chuckled. “What, this space?” his coworker asked as he tossed an arm over Brian’s shoulder. Brian winced. It wasn’t that he had a phobia of people coming closer than three feet, per se. He just believed that people should be invited in, not take it upon themselves to invade his space.

“Knock it off,” Brian grumbled as he shrugged Ralph’s arm off of his shoulders. “Don’t you have some tables to wait on?”

“Nope,” Ralph said as he took a seat on the stool in the back of the kitchen.

Brian worked at a very high-end restaurant where only the influential and elite frequented. The rules were very stringent, and Ralph knew better than to lounge around. He was supposed to be out on the dining floor, making sure all of his customers were well taken care of.

Brian liked rules. There were reasons rules were put into place, and it ticked him off that Ralph was so lax about them. “Well, if Mr. Compton finds you sitting down, it’s your neck.”

Brian smoothed his hand down his crisp white shirt, tugging at the sleeves and then glanced down to make sure his slacks still held their perfectly pressed appearance. He wasn’t an uptight man, nor was he arrogant. His boss was a complete jackass. If one thing was out of place, the lectures would begin.

And Brian so hated a lecture from Mr. Compton.

The man could go on and on for hours. If truth be told, Brian was a nervous wreck most of his shift. He was so afraid he was going to screw up that half the time he did. The only reason he wasn’t fired was because Mr. Compton was his uncle.

But that didn’t give him a free pass.

His uncle even insisted Brian call him Mr. Compton. His uncle was a self-important man, thinking he fit in right along with the clientele. Brian didn’t argue with Uncle Fred. There was no talking to the man. The restaurant was a success, so who was he to argue?

So Brian just did his job the best he could.

He quickly forgot about Ralph and walked back out into the dining area, where there were dimly lit tables, making the dining experience more intimate, and crisp white tablecloths that hid what most of the clientele were doing underneath.

The crème de la crème of society seemed to love to push public boundaries and screw around under the table as if no one could see them. And Brian had to pretend he didn’t see any of it. It wasn’t always easy. Brian had seen some pretty bizarre stuff.

When Brian saw that table three had new occupants, he hurried over to take their order. Mr. Compton would have a coronary if Brian kept anyone waiting, even if they were just now being seated.

As he approached the table, Brian damn near made the other waiter drop his tray of dishes as he bumped into him. Brian felt his face heat up as he sputtered a quick apology to a glaring Ralph. Shit, he needed to calm down.

Blowing out a long breath, Brian plastered a smile on his face, draped the towel over his arm, and walked over to table three. Mr. Compton insisted every single table have a bottle of wine on ice, waiting for the next customer.

Without looking at the people seated around the table, Brian grabbed the wine bottle and twisted the cork free.

He groaned.

How did he always manage to get small pieces of cork in the wine? Mr. Compton had gone over how to properly remove a cork with Brian a thousand times, but he never seemed to get it right. He just prayed the tiny little pieces stayed inside the bottle.

Pouring the first glass of wine, Brian swallowed hard when a large, firm hand touched the back of his. Someone was invading his personal space uninvited, and he couldn’t tell them to piss off like he could Ralph.
This was a customer.

He had to take it.

Brian began to gently pull away when he saw the small pieces of cork floating in the man’s wineglass. Oh, hell! He became so nervous that the wine bottle began to repeatedly tap against the wineglass, making a loud and clanking sound in the quiet ambiance of the restaurant.

But the more Brian tried to calm down, the more nervous he became.

The hand was back, resting across Brian’s knuckles. “Relax, Brian.”

The bottle clanked even louder as Brian recognized the voice. For the first time since walking over here, Brian looked at the men seated around the table. They were the power circle at Michelson’s Inc.

A place Brian had worked at until Taylor McKinley had fired him for setting his cubicle on fire.
It hadn’t been Brian’s fault.

Really.

But the man who had his hand resting on the back of Brian’s was none other than Mr. Jacob Lyndhurst. Brian had lusted after this man for six months until he was fired. The man reeked of power and confidence that Brian only wished he had.

Or that he wished mastered him.

And, good god, the man knew his damn name! Brian had thought he had gone unnoticed by Jacob. Apparently the man had at least known his name. That knowledge made Brian’s heart thunder in his chest and his cock harden in an instant.

God, he hoped his slacks weren’t tenting.

That would be a week’s worth of lectures if Mr. Compton found out.

“I remember you,” Taylor McKinley said from across the table. “Brian, right?”

Brian numbly nodded, but his eyes were locked with Mr. Lyndhurst’s light-grey ones. He felt like he was trapped in those compelling beauties. He had never seen eyes so light grey that they almost looked crystal clear. God, what Brian wouldn’t give to be this man’s submissive.

    



ADULT EXCERPT


Brian couldn’t catch his breath. The ropes around his thighs were holding them up to his chest and spread wide. Once again, he had the feeling of being on display for Jacob, only this time, he didn’t care. He’d spend the rest of his life naked if it meant he got to experience more of the pleasure he had been experiencing at Jacob’s hands.

He had really thought that being restrained would freak him out, and it did a little. But, the longer he laid there bound on the bed, the more freedom he began to feel. He was tied up, bound, restrained. He could let everything go and just feel.

And, oh fucking hell, was he feeling. It seemed like every single touch of Jacob’s hands on his body, each lick of his tongue or soft brush of skin again skin, was magnified and more intense than anything he had ever felt.

Being blindfolded just added to the experience. He couldn’t tell where Jacob was going to touch him next, or how. The anticipation was a pleasure in itself. And somehow, Brian knew that Jacob knew that.

“I think I may just keep you bound and impaled on my cock, love,” Jacob said when he finally stopped moving. “You look perfect this way.”

“Okay,” Brian whispered, not quite sure what he was agreeing to but willing to say just about anything to keep the pleasure going.

Jacob chuckled. “It would make going to work a little harder, for both of us.”

Brian didn’t understand how Jacob could possibly string two words together let alone speak them. He felt like his brains were turning to mush along with his body. The feeling of Jacob’s cock stretching the tight muscles of his ass was beyond anything he had ever imagined.

If only the man would move.

Brian was desperate for Jacob to move, to breathe. Hell, Brian was desperate for Jacob to do anything. If something didn’t happen soon, Brian was going to explode. “Master, please!”

Brian’s entire body tensed when Jacob’s hips thrust forward, driving the man’s large cock deeper into Brian’s ass.
“Is that what you want, love?”

“Yesss,” Brian hissed as Jacob pulled back and the thick rounded head of his cock brushed over Brian’s sweet spot. “Oh gods, yes!”

His hands clenched, looking for something to hold on to, but they were bound by the ropes. He was restrained and almost totally surrounded by Jacob. And for once, the feeling of having his personal space invaded felt wonderful.
Brian cried out when Jacob started moving. He pushed his forehead into the mattress and used it as leverage to push his ass back toward the man pounding into him. Each thrust was earth-shattering, each withdrawal agonizing. Brian couldn’t tell which one he liked more.

Luckily, he was restrained so he didn’t have to choose. He just had to lay there and let Jacob do whatever he wanted. Brian had never felt so free in his life. The harder that Jacob’s cock rammed into his tight aching little hole, the more Brian began to feel at peace with himself.

It was an odd reaction to have. Brian knew that. He just didn’t care. For once in his life, someone was taking the decisions out of his hands and giving him orders that only brought him pleasure. Could anything be any more perfect?

“I want to hear you, love,” Jacob said as he started a series of quick, short thrusts.

Brian opened his mouth and allowed every little ounce of pleasure to spill from his lips. His loud groans filled the air until all Brian could hear was the sound of his own moans and Jacob’s body slapping against his.

“So beautiful,” Jacob murmured as he stroked his hand down Brian’s rope-bound arms. “So perfect.”

“Master,” Brian groaned.

“I think I’m going to keep you like this, Brian.”

Brian didn’t know how that would be possible, but he was all for it.

“Every time you’re with me, you’ll be tied up in some manner, bound for my pleasure.”

“Yes, master.”

“Do you like that idea, love?” Jacob asked as he continued to stroke Brian’s skin. “Do you want to be bound for my pleasure, so I can touch you whenever I want, however I want?”

Brian swallowed so hard his throat ached. “Yes, master, please.”

“Are you ready to come, love?”

Oh, gods, was he ready. Brian didn’t think he was going to last long enough for his master to give the command. He was trying so hard to not come, but the feeling of Jacob’s cock pushing into his ass and stretching him, filling him—it was getting harder and harder to do as Jacob said.

And he didn’t want to disappoint Jacob when the man had given him so much pleasure. He wanted to come back and experience it again and again. Hell, he never wanted to leave. If he had his way, he would stay bound and impaled on Jacob’s cock.

“Please, master,” Brian whined.

“Since you asked so nicely…”