Overall rating – 5 silken sheets
If it flies, drives, or fornicates, it’s cheaper to rent it.
Spencer is in a rut. Long hours at the law firm are sucking the life out of him, and he doesn’t have time or energy for a relationship. He’s lonely, horny, and itching for something new, so he tries the Market Garden, an exclusive—and expensive—brothel. Spencer isn’t in the door five minutes before a cocky rentboy makes his move.
Nick isn’t just any rentboy, though. He’s a Dom, he’s a sadist, and he’s everything Spencer didn’t know he was missing. One night turns into more, and before long, Spencer is one of Nick’s regular clients.
Both men think they’re just scratching each other’s backs: Spencer’s exploring a submissive, masochistic side he never knew he had, and Nick is getting off and getting paid. But as time goes on, it’s clear their strictly professional arrangement . . . isn’t, and if Nick has one hard limit, it’s that he doesn’t get romantically entangled with his johns. The problem is, while Nick doesn’t want to be owned, Spencer’s no longer content with just renting.
This might come as no surprise, but I’ve been indulging in a Paid-For-Sex trope recently. I rounded it off with the third in the excellent Market Garden series from LA Witt and Aleksandr Voinov.
The Market Garden series are short stories about a high class brothel, and in particular, the very expensive and ultra exclusive rent boys. Since being converted to M/M fiction, I’ve quickly decided that the only thing hotter than one yummy guy is two yummy guys together.
I adored the first in the series (Quid Pro Quo) and raved about it to anyone who would listen. I liked the second (Take It Off), but felt it didn’t have the impact of the first. However, I enjoyed it enough to eagerly grab the third book (If It Flies) within hours of it hitting Amazon.
Spencer, a wealthy and work-obsessed lawyer is introduced to Market Garden by a colleague. Within minutes, he spots Nick.
One guy in particular immediately caught his eyes. Slim, wearing low-riding leather trousers that revealed chiselled groin lines, and Spencer couldn’t decide what he wanted to touch more – the bulge in the guy’s trousers or the two pierced nipples that he displayed proudly without a t-shirt or so much as a harness.
I loved the way Spencer was completely out of his depth. His nervousness felt very real.
“I’ve, um, never done…this.”
“What? Had an awkward conversation with a prostitute in a whorehouse?” No smile cracked his lips, but Spencer could tell Nick was enjoying this. Immensely.
“Something like that,” Spencer muttered. “So, how does this work, exactly?”
“Well,” Nick tossed his head to get that blond fringe out of his eyes. “You buy me a drink, it’s a fiver. You want to lick it off me? It’s a hundred.”
Nick brought up a hand – long, fine fingers – and arranged his unruly fringe as he casually added, “And it just goes up from there.”
Spencer tells Nick that he’s looking for a Top, they negotiate an initial price and Spencer takes him home… And that’s where it all starts.
Spencer glanced around. They were still standing in the kitchen, weren’t they? “Right. Of course. This way.”
Down the hall, to the left, and when the hell did he start bringing prostitutes into his bloody bedroom? Tonight apparently. Oh God.
“Take off. My jacket.” Nick’s chin dipped and he looked at Spencer through his blond fringe with don’t make me repeat myself written all over his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Spencer stepped towards Nick. Funny how Nick was intimidating when he approached in all his cocky here-I-fucking-am glory, but approaching him was even worse. What the hell? Spencer could make juniors stammer and bend clients to his will. But this blond kid who’d wrapped himself in leather and arrogance turned him into a stuttering, stumbling idiot. It didn’t –
Nick cleared his throat.
As you might expect, Nick is very experienced. They agree a safeword, along with hard and soft limits.
“Whatever I’ll do to your arse will be fine by Monday,” Nick stated matter-of-factly. “At worst, sit on a pillow.”
“I can’t…I can’t take a pillow to work.”
Nick’s shoulder rose in a half-shrug. “Then don’t make me do more to your arse than you can handle on Monday.”
Sweet. Mother. Of God.
Their first two-hour session is all about building trust and establishing their relationship.
“I think I’m a bit too dressed.” Nick’s thumb and forefinger left his jaw and rotated downwards, pointing at the floor. “Boots.”
You’re kidding right? You want me to kneel, bare-arse naked, on my own bedroom carpet, and take off your fucking boots when I’m the one coughing up two hundred and fifty quid an hour?
Nick may or may not have been kidding – likely not – but Spencer was on his knees, bare-arsed naked, on his own bedroom carpet, taking off Nick’s fucking boots. And paying for the privilege.
After their first time, Spencer starts hiring Nick for the night, and then the hard stuff (no pun intended * grin*) begins. Nick introduces pain and Spencer’s world changes.
Spencer chuckled. “No shit.” Though it did seem weird to own that title, and if someone had told him in the middle of a normal Tuesday afternoon, he might have balked. But lying here with fading red points on his nerve endings, and his whole body still floating from the fucking evil sticks and the…well the fucking? He couldn’t argue.
I loved Spencer’s internal chatter. His disbelief every time Nick pushed something new. Each time he thought he couldn’t take it any more, and then discovered he could. And as their sessions became increasingly intense, their relationship began to evolve. It was subtle at first.
“Do you date at all?” Spencer asked.
“You find me a guy worth dating who’s willing to date a whore, and we’ll talk.” The faintest hint of bitterness tinged the edges of his voice. Nick cleared his throat and quickly said, “And I’d be bored to death with someone who fell asleep on his file folders every night.”
The development of Spencer-paying-Nick to Spencer-wanting-Nick-as-a-person was beautifully handled. Nick, as always, stayed in control.
“Because that’s all this is. It’s physical. There’s some deep psychological shit going on, and it’ll get even deeper and stronger, but it’s not what it seems like to you right now.” He trailed his fingers down Spencer’s face. “It’s the pain and the domination. Not me.”
As a reader, I longed for Nick’s armour to crack. I begged the authors to let me see the real Nick underneath the cocky shell, and suddenly, there it was.
Nick pressed his lips to Spencer’s. Every nerve ending in Spencer’s body lit up with the sudden rush of electricity. Nick had never kissed him before. Ever. And it was amazing. Spectacular.
“Fucking hell.” Nick sat up. He turned away from Spencer and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “God, Spencer, I’m sorry, that-”
“What? I don’t understand.” Spencer sat up and closed some distance between them. “What the hell is wrong?”
“We – I shouldn’t have done that. It’s…against the rules.”
Spencer put his hand on Nick’s arm, and Nick recoiled, flinching away from him like he’d smacked him.
Nick, who was always so together, so easily in control, looked like he was freaking out. And that. Above everything else, was deeply disturbing. The anchor had lost its hold. The solid ground under Spencer’s feet…wasn’t. He didn’t know what to think.
Yessssss! Two thirds into the book and everything has changed. At this point, I had to put my Kindle away and wait until I could settle down and read the last third completely undisturbed. Coz really, if I’d had to break off reading to cook dinner / iron shirts / go shopping, I wouldn’t have been a happy bunny.
LAW & AV teased me. They dangled a happy ending briefly and then snatched it away. Nick went AWOL. Spencer didn’t cope very well. I was on the edge of my seat, for I knew, I just knew that the inevitable would happen. Spencer would go back to Market Garden.
Double take. Triple take. No, it really was him. Sidled up next to some arsehole in a three-piece suit, chatting him up and probably getting ready to earn a few hundred quid.
Spencer had taken plenty of amazing beatings from Nick, the kind that left bruises and raised welts and drew screams from his throat, but the most pain he’d ever received from Nick’s hand was when it slid over the sleeved forearm of his next prospective client.
This series of novellas is set to run for a few more books yet, and I for one, will be hitting the 1-click option in Amazon as soon as they are available 🙂
Overall rating – 5 silken sheets
Sexy rating – 5 lips
Plot – great
Characters – fabulous!
Warnings – M/M, BDSM, S/M, anal play (lots!) and masses of super-hot-man-on-man action * fans myself *
Details: Genre: Contemporary M/M BDSM erotica
Published: March 2013; $4.99 (Amazon)
Publisher: Riptide Publishing