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This I consider my non-bdsm bdsm book. It is more a background than an essential part of the story. Not really planned that way but that’s what the characters said they wanted. LOL!
Not technically a series there is a second book in this same world Considering Carlyle
I am planning a couple more book with this group of people.
Everyone needs a little romance…
When artist Stephen Carter catches a glimpse of Master Jones on the security monitors of his brother’s BDSM club he’s entranced. A hastily drawn sketch manages to capture the Dom’s high cheekbones, square jaw, and hot, hard body. A body the quiet, reclusive Stephen would love to explore.
The subs who fall for Victor Jones always get hurt. He has no desire to enter into a committed relationship and no room in his life for romantic entanglements. But then the seasoned Dom starts to receive intriguing gifts from a secret admirer. When Victor discovers his admirer is Stephen, he decides maybe it’s time to try out something new, someone less experienced.
What will happen when Master Jones discovers that sometimes even he has to do a little wooing?
Stephen was sitting in his brother’s office doodling ideas for his Master’s Fine Art project, when movement on one of the cameras pulled his attention away from his sketchpad. Normally it would take an act of god to distract him, tsunami, tornado, raining men, but today his entire body twitched anxiously, like he was waiting for something.
His focus went to a corner of the club where a large group had formed.
He wondered briefly if there was going to be a scene, but the stages were on the other side of the club. Curious, he watched the security monitor, waiting for the crowd to part.
Then he saw him.
The most gorgeous man in the universe.
Well, everybody might not think so, but to Stephen the dark-haired man’s high cheekbones, square jaw and kissable looking lips made it all on his top-ten list. It didn’t hurt that the man was wearing black leather pants, no shirt and leather armbands in all the right ways. If this was a leather daddy, Stephen wanted to know where he needed to sign up for a spanking.
Flipping to a fresh page, Stephen sketched a fast outline of the man. His nimble fingers filled in details as he flashed his gaze from monitor to sketch book and back again. As he continued to stare at the screen, Stephen worried he was going to lose the subject of his fascination in the crowd. He let out a sigh of relief when the man settled in a chair close enough to one of the cameras that he was able to continue his sketch.
The office door opened letting Ralph, one of club bouncers, into the room. He was big, tattooed and looked like he could eat nails for breakfast.
“Hey Stevie boy, how are you tonight?”
They bumped fists. Ralph’s touch was gentle against Stephen’s hand, always careful of his strength. Of course part of it could be that Stephen’s brother and the club’s owner, Greg, would break the bouncer into little pieces if the other man damaged Stephen’s hands.
Greg was his biggest fan.
“Wow, nice sketch of Master Jones,” Ralph said, crowding closer to look at the picture.
“Is that who he is?” Stephen asked, trying to make his tone as detached as possible. “He has an interesting face.”
And a hot, hot, body.
“Hey, what about my face. What’s wrong with it?”
Stephen looked at the bouncer with an artistic eye. “Nothing. That’s why you’re not an interesting subject. While your face is perfectly symmetrical, you’re not particularly interesting artistically.”
Ralph laughed. “I don’t know if I should be offended or not.”
Stephen’s cheeks burned. Sometimes he really needed to think before he said stupid stuff.
“No problem, dude. I’m just playing with you. Your bro said to tell you he’s going to be another hour or so, but to have you sit tight and he’ll send you something up to eat.”
Stephen rolled his eyes. “I could just wait for him in the club. I am twenty-two you know.”
Ralph shook his head, his dark eyes going serious. “No way, dude. They’d eat up a tender thing like you, not to mention your brother would kill me.”
Looking back at his drawing, Stephen couldn’t help saying as he looked at the monitor, “I wouldn’t mind if he ate me up.”
“I’d stay away from Master Jones if I were you. The man’s bad news.”
“He’s dangerous?” Stephen frowned, irrationally disappointed in a man he hadn’t even met.
“No. He’s the best Dom in town and he knows it. He breaks all the little subs’ hearts because they all fall in love with Master Jones. He never takes the same sub more than once or twice and he’s never offered a contract to any of them. I’ve heard he’s never even gotten close to collaring anyone.”
Stephen shrugged off the warning. “Maybe he hasn’t met the right man.”
Ralph laughed, not unkindly. “Honey, you’re sweet, but don’t build any romantic dreams around Master Jones. Men who do that always get hurt.”
Stephen decided to ignore the negative bouncer. There was something about the Dom that called to him and Stephen always followed his heart. Absently, he worked in the shading and finished off the sketch. It was rather well done if he did say so himself. He put his initials at the bottom with a flourish.
Looking around he spotted a manila envelope he knew would fit his sketch without bending.
“Would you do me a favor, Ralph?” Stephen looked up, giving the bouncer the full benefit of his baby blue eyes. A look that never failed to bend anyone to his will.
The bouncer looked nervous. “If I can and it doesn’t get me fired.”
“Would you give this to Master Jones? Don’t give him my name. Just tell him it’s from an admirer.”
Ralph laughed. “Aren’t you the little man of mystery? Give it here. I’ll get a real kick out of this.” He held out his hand and Stephen passed the envelope over.
Minutes later Stephen watched in anticipation as Ralph approached the table.