Book Name: A Dance with DominationAuthor Name: K.C. WellsAuthor Bio: Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter...K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.Author Links: K.C. can be reached via email ([email protected]), on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld) or through comments at the K.C.Wells website (www.kcwellsworld.com) K.C. loves to hear from readers.Twitter: @IslandTalesPressCover Artist: Paul RichmondPublisher: Dreamspinner Press Blurb(s): Recently returned to the UK after living in the States since he was eleven, Andrew Barrett is determined to keep busy and make a new life for himself. He works full time as a copywriter and strips at a club on Canal Street on weekends. But it still leaves him too much time to think. Then he finds the BDSM club, Collars & Cuffs, where at twenty-nine, he is their youngest Dom. Young doesn't mean inexperienced, however. All this activity keeps him focused with no time to dwell on the past. But the past has a way of intruding on the present.
It's been four long years since Gareth Michaels last set foot inside Collars & Cuffs. But when he finally summons his courage and steps back into his former world, he finds the man who drove him away is still a member, and what’s more, he wants Gareth back. Two men in pain need the freedom they find in each other, but it takes another man's horrific plans to make them see it.
Excerpt: “When you’re ready, Andrew.” Leo gave him a nod. Andrew acknowledged him, took a breath, and then faced Dorian, who held himself motionless as Andrew circled around him, inspecting him from every angle. “Good evening, Dorian. I am Master Andrew. For this evening, you will address me as Sir. What are your safewords?” “Thunder is for stop, Sir, and lightning is for slow down.” Dorian gazed steadfastly at the floor. Andrew picked up the cotton ropes. “Have you ever been restrained before, using the technique of Shibari?” “No, Sir.” Dorian spoke quietly. Andrew unfurled a coil of rope. “I usually do a full-body suspension when I demonstrate this technique, so I don’t propose to make this a full demonstration. That would take hours. You should find it comfortable but confining—and if I do it correctly, you’ll make a very pretty picture.” Dorian quirked his eyebrows, and Andrew smiled. “Shibari should always be aesthetically pleasing to the eye. It’s not just about bondage.” He stood before Dorian. “On your back on the table, boy.” Dorian complied immediately, getting up gracefully from the floor and climbing onto the bondage table. Andrew pushed Dorian’s left leg back toward his arse, so that his heel met the curve of his buttock. He took the first length of rope and wound it around his upper thigh, close to the groin, securing ankle and thigh together and tying it in an intricate knot. He repeated the process on the other side. Then he tied another rope around each leg, this time closer to the knee. Andrew pulled Dorian to his knees and placed his hands behind him. He picked up the blindfold and a set of orange foam ear defenders and showed them to the boy. “I’m going to take away two of your senses now,” he told the sub in a low voice that only Dorian could hear. “You’ll be able to speak, but only safewords. Is that clear?” “Yes, Sir.” Dorian’s voice was clear and firm. Andrew slipped the blindfold over his eyes. “I’m going to insert foam ear plugs into your ears. Remember, if you want me to stop, or if you have a problem, use your safewords. I will always be right here.” “Yes, Sir.” Dorian appeared calm, in a state of complete readiness. Andrew compressed the foam plugs and placed them carefully into Dorian’s ears, watching them expand to fill the cavities. He took a longer length of rope as he prepared to form the harness down Dorian’s torso. He worked slowly, methodically, making sure each section looked perfect before moving on to the next, until Dorian had an intricate series of knots all down his front. He knew that each pull of the ropes over his skin was heightening the experience for Dorian. Andrew was pleased. The white ropes looked good against Dorian’s creamy skin, passing over his shoulders and around his arms, down his torso, and at the uppermost part of the thigh where leg met groin, slipping past his balls. Dorian kept still as Andrew worked in silence, making sure with every knot that Dorian was comfortable and in no sign of physical or mental distress. When the harness was complete, Andrew stepped back to survey it critically, adjusting a knot here, a length there. The boy looked beautiful. Only one thing left to complete before I begin. He picked up the leather boot laces and smiled to himself.
Andrew stood in front of the sub and slowly trailed the thin strips of leather over Dorian’s balls and cock. Dorian gave a slight shiver but then became still, his body tense as he awaited Andrew’s next move. Andrew grabbed Dorian’s balls and pulled on them, feeling the shudder which rippled through him. He tied the strip around and around the balls in his hand, separating them from the shaft. He ran his fingers over the sac, knowing full well that the stretch made Dorian’s balls extremely sensitive. Andrew wrapped his hand around Dorian’s cock and stroked him gently, watching as he hardened, loving the hitch in his breathing. When his dick pointed skyward, Andrew looped another length around his cock and balls, fashioning a leather cock ring around the base of his shaft until Dorian’s dick was red and throbbing, looking painfully hard. Dorian let out a low moan and bit his lower lip. Andrew crossed to the table and placed the banjo picks on each fingertip of one hand. He stood beside Dorian, ensuring that Leo and Thomas had a clear view, and then trailed the picks down the boy’s arm, feeling the brief start as the slivers of metal connected with his skin. Andrew trailed his fingers over Dorian’s neck before moving slowly over his back between the ropes, keeping his touch light. Then he moved to stroke his inner thighs, noting the shivers which rippled through Dorian as he brought his fingers higher, not quite reaching his balls. Dorian quivered as Andrew stroked along his inner arms, before moving ever so slowly down his torso, running his fingers over the ropes, over the taut belly, until he arrived at the boy’s groin. Andrew moved slowly, scraping the picks lightly over his skin, noting Dorian’s shivers as he stroked along his cock. When he cupped the boy’s balls and rippled his fingers over them, Dorian couldn’t repress the shudder that jolted through him. Andrew toyed with his sac and cock, hearing his soft whimpers as the metal danced over the sensitized areas. Dorian’s lips parted, but no words came out, only sounds. Andrew ran both hands simultaneously across Dorian’s back, watching the sub as he tried to arch away from his touch. Andrew moved his hands away and took off the picks, only to return with the spiked wheel. He paused, waiting until Dorian was still once more, before running the tiny wheel over his thigh. Dorian gasped as the wheel moved over his skin, tiny pinpricks of sensation. Andrew moved the wheel away and reapplied it over Dorian’s chest, rolling it close to his nipple. The sub squirmed as Andrew ran the wheel around his nipple, leaned closer, gripped the other between his fingers, and twisted it slightly. That got a definite reaction. Dorian hissed as he drew in a breath, the sharp intake becoming a groan when Andrew moved the spiked wheel ever-so- slowly along the length of his cock. He trembled as Andrew applied the wheel to different areas, making sure the sub never knew where it would land next. When he’d reduced Dorian to a squirming mass, Andrew grabbed the cup of ice. Dorian whimpered as Andrew ran an ice cube over his balls, and it became a low cry as Andrew simultaneously applied the ice to his nipple. “Oh, fuck.” The words seemed dragged from him involuntarily. Andrew circled Dorian, trailing the ice randomly over his skin, watching him fight to control his reactions. Dorian twitched nervously, his body tense as he awaited the next sensual onslaught. Andrew put the banjo picks back on his fingers and ran his hand over Dorian’s back once more, watching him shudder as he moved lower, stroking over the globes of his arse and nearing his hole. He slid a single finger from under his balls to the tip of his cock. Memories assaulted him, as suddenly he was right there in Dorian’s place. I’m doing everything you taught me, Sir, he told Blade in his head. God, I remember you doing this to me. I remember that searing, white-hot feeling that made me feel like I was coming when I knew I wasn’t. He smiled to himself. Fuck, you were such a tease, Blade. Dorian was panting, and Andrew pulled back, not wanting to rush it. He intended to bring the boy to the edge again and again. When Dorian had calmed a little, Andrew was back, scraping his finger over the boy’s hole, feeling the tremors that rippled through his body, his mouth opening slightly but no sounds issuing. Dorian’s cock was rigid. Andrew grabbed another piece of ice and moved it slowly over Dorian’s arse until it reached his hole. The boy stiffened as he ran the cube around the rim before pushing insistently, the heat from Dorian’s hot little hole melting the ice as he eased it into his anus. Dorian cried out, a low, urgent sound, and he arched his back, as though trying to escape the sensations which Andrew knew were coursing through his body right now. And then it was Brian kneeling before him, Brian moaning as Andrew pressed ice inside him. Oh hell—the sounds you made when I did this to you. I knew you weren’t okay with it, not at first, but you soon forgot about the discomfort when it was my bare, hot cock sliding into you. Andrew closed his eyes momentarily, the images there in the forefront of his mind. He shook himself as the memories came thick and fast, some so painful that he caught his breath. Not now. Can’t think of him now.



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Gareth snuggled up against Andrew, feeling warm and content. Dinner had been great. Gareth had been really impressed with the meal Andrew had conjured up, and had said as much.“Oh, it was nothing.” Andrew’s cheeks were flushed.Gareth craned his neck to stare at him. “It’s not like you to get embarrassed.”“What makes you think I’m embarrassed?” Andrew stared at him, his eyes widening.Gareth chuckled and reached up to stroke Andrew’s cheek. “This does, babe. Who needs central heating with those hot cheeks?” When Andrew flushed even more, Gareth was intrigued. “Okay, what’s going on?”Andrew gave a nonchalant shrug. “I may have had a little help with dinner.” He cleared his throat.Gareth started to laugh. “This help wouldn’t have anything to do with your next-door neighbour, would it? You know, the one who happens to be a sous-chef?” His laugh deepened at the sight of Andrew’s bright red face. “Aha, now we have it. Pietro cooked the dinner, didn’t he?”Andrew bit his lip and then laughed. “Yeah, okay, you got me. I phoned him earlier and asked if he’d rustle up something. He brought a load of stuff from work.” He fluttered his eyelashes. “But it’s the thought that counts, right?”Gareth slid his hand across Andrew’s warm belly, his heat radiating through the cotton shirt. “Sure.” Right then he couldn’t care less where dinner had come from. What delighted him was Andrew’s relaxed state. It was the first time they had really chilled out like this since the anniversary of Brian’s death. For Gareth, it was a real indication that his lover was finally moving on.They sat in a comfortable silence, Andrew’s arm around him, pulling him in close against that lean body, Gareth’s head resting on his shoulder. Gareth hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. Not since…He shivered and then cursed himself. If Andrew can move on, why do I still hold on to my memories?“Hey, what is it?” Andrew kissed his temple. “That didn’t feel good.”Gareth kept quiet. He didn’t want to ruin the mood. Except Andrew clearly had no intention of letting it go.“Talk to me.” There was that tone in his voice, the one Gareth couldn’t ignore.He sighed. “I was thinking about Craig.” It wasn’t surprising, of course. Only yesterday Andrew had received word that he’d be a witness at Craig’s trial.Well, it’s hardly a surprise. The bastard was going to have Andrew killed.“You’re bound to have him on your mind. That’s understandable.” Andrew kissed him again, this time his lips lingering just that bit longer.Gareth tilted his head up to meet the kiss, and lost himself in its sweetness and warmth. They hadn’t said it yet, although it had been on the tip of his tongue on more than one occasion. He didn’t want to rush things, and telling Andrew that he loved him might be just a step too fast.Didn’t change a thing. Gareth loved him, heart, body and soul. And he could wait. Andrew would say something when he was ready. It wasn’t like Gareth was worried.“It made me remember that day, when he…” Gareth shuddered, the memories suddenly so sharp and focused. He pressed his face into Andrew’s wide chest, inhaling the fresh smell of clean cotton, Andrew’s musk, the scent of his citrus shampoo still there, but faint.“Can you talk about it?” Andrew held him protectively. Gareth loved that. And sitting here, surrounded by Andrew’s warmth, maybe he could talk about it.“I’d gone to the shops because we’d run out of filter papers for the coffee machine. Craig loved his coffee, and he’d been cranky all morning. All the way there I was buzzing. I knew something was up. Craig had been…different all week, and I’d had an idea what it might have been. Our contract was up, and I’d thought maybe he was going to collar me. I’m not sure where I got that from, but I knew there was something big on the horizon.” He could still remember walking back to the house, his whole body tingling with anticipation.“So when you got home…” Andrew said encouragingly.Gareth closed his eyes. “Craig opened the door, and I knew right away that something wasn’t right. And when I saw the suitcases standing there in the hall, that sent shivers down my spine. He didn’t even let me inside the house.”“What?”Gareth nodded. “He held out his hand and asked for the house keys. I was in such a daze, I just handed them to him. Then he picked up the cases and placed them outside on the doormat. He gave me a brown envelope and said, ‘here’s your wages, boy. That’s everything you’ve earned since you’ve been with me. It should be enough to find you a place to rent.’”“How did you react?” Andrew stroked his arm, as if reassuring Gareth of his presence.“When I could finally get out the words, I asked him what I’d done.” Gareth swallowed, the memory bringing a lump to his throat. “It was then that I saw…him. A new boy, wearing the collar like the one Craig had given to me when I’d first arrived.”“Did you know him?” Andrew asked.Gareth shook his head. “I’d never seen him before. Wherever Craig had found it him, it wasn’t from Collars & Cuffs, that was for sure. He looked really young, like barely eighteen. He was standing in the hallway behind Craig, naked but for the collar, and he looked uncomfortable. Maybe Craig hadn’t filled him in on what was happening, I don’t know.”“What did Craig say?”Gareth sighed. “He told me it had been good but it was time for him to train another boy.” He didn’t share with Andrew how he’d cried, how he’d begged Craig to reconsider. That had been humiliating enough at the time. Craig’s face had been like stone. “I picked up my cases and walked down the garden path, carrying everything I owned in the world.” It had been difficult to see where he’d been walking. His tears had kept on coming.“What did you do?” Andrew’s voice was quiet.“I got on a bus to the city center and then just sat down on a bench in Piccadilly Gardens, my cases next to me. I didn’t have a clue what to do.” He’d felt…lost, like two years of his life had just been ripped from him. “The only thing I could think of doing was to call Leo Hart. He’d been like a father figure to me since I’d joined the club, and right then I really needed that.” Leo had been there within ten minutes. He’d put the cases into the boot of his little Mazda and then held open the door for Gareth to get in. “Leo took me to the club. He made me something to eat and Thomas had given me a cup of hot, sweet tea. Not that Ifelt like eating or drinking anything, but those two sat with me in their office and made sure I did.  And I did feel better afterward.”Andrew’s arm tightened around him. “Leo is a good man.”Gareth nodded against Andrew’s chest. “When I was calmer, Thomas got out theManchester Evening News and went straight to the Classified Ads section. He and Leo started looking through all the rooms and flats for rent.” He smiled. “They were like some old married couple, arguing about different locations, but it was so sweet. They were trying to find something I could afford but that was in a safe location. Eventually they drew up a shortlist and then they drove me to every place on the list. My flat was the third one we visited. When we’d all agreed it was perfect for me, I paid the deposit – I had just enough – and the first month’s rent, and then they took me shopping for a sofa and a bed.” He looked up at Andrew. “I’d do anything for those two.”“I can understand that.” Andrew smiled at him as he placed two fingers under Gareth’s chin and tilted his face upward. “And I can understand why they’d want to help you. You’re an easy man to love.”Gareth’s heart beat faster. It was the closest Andrew had ever gotten to saying those three little words. And then his heart melted when Andrew brought his lips to Gareth’s ear. “And I do love you, baby. Don’t ever doubt that.”Before Gareth could say a word, Andrew was kissing him, his lips soft and warm, the kiss tender. Gareth closed his eyes and surrendered to the moment.He loves me.The painful memories faded as Andrew’s kiss grew more impassioned. Gareth’s breath quickened when Andrew moved his hand lower to stroke slowly over his crotch, the movement steady and unhurried.“I want to take you to bed and make love to you,” Andrew whispered. “Right now.”Gareth opened his eyes wide and smiled. “I love you.”Andrew’s expression of joy set his pulse racing. He heaved himself up off the couch and held out a hand to Gareth. “Then come show me how much.” He grinned.Gareth took hold of his hand and rose from the couch, allowing Andrew to lead him into the bedroom.“My pleasure.”