I’ve been working hard lately, and I’m not even a part of NaNoWriMo. I have two stories in Sexy to Go, volume 11. Linatar’s Pet is a MM scifi story with an alien and the other is the third part of my BDSM, D/s historical serial Role Reversal.
I wish I could show off the pretty Sexy to Go 11 cover, but it is not done yet. So you’ll just have to wait.
I’ve published my three-part Role Reversal serial on Amazon, and it was thrown into the dungeon. Recently, after revising it for Sexy to Go 11, I decided to contact Amazon and ask them to re-evaluate. When a book is in Amazon’s Adult Dungeon it is not visible and therefore it doesn’t sell.
The cover is tame.
I think it was the blurb that got me in trouble. Apparently whorehouse a no-no, but a brothel is okay. Go figure! I also think Amazon thought that the two men were related. They have the same last name, but slaves often took the last name of their master when they were freed. It took a little finagling to work out that one.
So in case you haven’t heard of Role Reversal as it has been hidden for almost a year, here it is!
When his former love interest reappears in his life can he get over the man’s betrayal and embrace the future?
Before the War Between the States, Andrew had deep feelings for Robert, but he couldn’t express his desires. When the Carsons fled Atlanta, he ran away to obtain his freedom. Ten years later, Andrew is not only free but the wealthy owner of several barbershops in New Orleans. When a customer tells him a new man is working at Maison de Vénus he hopes spending a night with him could ease his loneliness. Only in his wildest dreams did he imagine the man to be Robert.
The war turned Robert’s life upside down. Without slaves to work the plantation and desperate for money, Robert is betrayed and sold to a brothel. He hates what he does for a living, but he doesn’t see a way out. Heartache hits him when he thinks about his past and happy memories of Andrew. The man deserted him just like everyone he cared for had over the years.
He is shocked to see Andrew again. Can he trust the man not to desert him again?
Robert stood at the window, looking out at the full summer moon. In August, it stayed light late into the evening. On a night like this as a boy, he would have gone swimming or horseback riding, enjoying the warm breeze, often with Andrew at his side. Unfortunately, those carefree outings had ended at a young age. His life turned upside down first by the war and then the hardships that came after.
Everyone had deserted him. His family. His friends. Even Andrew.
He would have thought himself a leper if so many men didn’t come here and after a night of sex, praise his services. Of course, none of his clients had ever taken to him enough to buy his freedom.
He let out a sigh. He should just accept the bitter fact he was a whore and although he hated the profession his old life was forever gone.
On quiet evenings, especially in summer, his mind often drifted to the past to when he’d been happy and content, a boy with everything he ever wanted and not a worry in the world. But those dreams were a dangerous place to dwell.
Depression tended to hit him hard and fast like a mule kick to the gut. He couldn’t work if he was depressed and if he missed too many nights he’d be sold or turned out without anything to his name. Walking the streets was more dangerous than being in Madam Bernadette’s employ. He needed to focus on the present and make the best of each day, accepting his fate.
A knock at the door drew his attention.
Robert turned and watched Madam Bernadette enter. The woman didn’t need permission to enter their rooms. She owned the house and if he was honest with himself she owned him, too. He struggled to present a neutral expression, hoping his momentary sorrow didn’t show.
She walked closer to him. “I have a special request.”
The woman smiled, her black hair pulled back and falling down in a cascade of soft curls. “Rather a client has a special request. He wishes for you to be undressed, blindfolded, and waiting for him when he enters,” she said, her voice lightly accented with French.
Robert ran his fingers through his hair. “I won’t get to see him?”
The busty creole woman in a tight red silk dress watched him with an appraising eye. “Only if he desires you to.”
Robert gave a short nod knowing she wouldn’t entertain any protests. Normally he got at least a quick glance at his client for the evening before the sex games began. The idea of a mysterious man fucking him sent his heart racing.
Madam Bernadette’s gaze swept his slight frame. He hoped he’d pass inspection. She required all her ladies and the two men in her employ to dress and conduct themselves with the utmost refinement.
A beautiful woman like her usually made men hard, especially considering the low cut of her dress, but he’d never been with a woman, and it seemed his body had gotten used to deriving pleasure from men.
He began shedding his clothes exposing his white skin and lean muscle.
“He will not hurt you, Robert,” Madam Bernadette said in a calming voice. “I take care of my merchandise.”
“I-I know.” Robert drew a deep breath, but his stomach remained in knots. It wasn’t like he knew his clients even when he saw their faces, but their demeanor and the way they were dressed gave him some idea of who he’d be bending over for. A small man, he’d have a hard time protecting himself if someone got rough.
He’d only been at Madam Bernadette’s Maison de Vénus for two months. The upper-class men he serviced paid well and Madam Bernadette let him keep a good portion of his earnings. Compared to the last establishment where he worked he had no complaints. Maybe someday he’d have enough money saved to buy himself out of this miserable profession and start another career.
He could only dream.
Folding his clothes, he set them on the seat of his chair. Once naked, Robert stood in the middle of the room, arms at his sides, attention on Madam Bernadette. A quadroon, she had flawless nearly pale skin and bright hazel eyes which betrayed her wit. Many nights he’d wondered about her past doubting it was as sordid as his own.
She walked over to the sideboard and opened a drawer pulling out a green silk blindfold and then proceeded to wrap it around eyes. “This wealthy man is a good friend of mine, Robert. You will entertain him well this evening. You must do everything he asks and he will be kind to you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He’d heard this speech every night. This, however, was the first time he’d entertained one of her friends. He better be on his best behavior. Madam Bernadette was not crude. She did not use the word slave, but he knew that was what he was. A sex slave.
Vision now shrouded in darkness, he listened to the rustle of her skirts as she left the room. Head bowed, he waited for his client.
A knock sounded a few minutes later and then the door creaked open. It closed softly followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. A powdery, spicy scent wafted in the room. He’d smelled this popular cologne many times.
The man approached, the heat of his body coming closer and closer. Robert swallowed hard. Madam Bernadette was right. He should not be afraid, especially considering this man was a good friend of hers, but the nerves continued.
Two large hands rested on the top of his shoulders, and he raised his head although he could not see his client. He sensed the man was tall, his large hands hinting at his bulk.
“Let me take in your beauty,” a baritone voice said. Two thick fingers lifted his chin a little higher.
When he pulled his hand away, Robert bowed his head. He’d learned the art of submission over the years, continually trying to perfect his performance.
The tall man circled him, taking in his nakedness from all sides. Standing behind him, the man pressed against his backside. The bulge confined in his client’s trousers poked against his ass.
“You are not to speak unless I give you permission to do so. Is that clear?”
“Good.” The man leaned over and whispered in his ear. “You are not allowed to come until I tell you it is time to come. Do you understand?”
Robert nodded again. At least the man hinted he would allow him to come. Some clients denied him that release.
The man grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind his back. “Hold your hands here. I will get a tie.”
Not being allowed to speak, Robert nodded again. A minute later he felt the cool silk circling his wrists.
“Now get down on your knees,” his client ordered.
Robert complied, his pulse battering his veins.
The man walked around and stood in front of him. Then Robert heard the sound of him opening the fastenings of his trousers. The tip of his client’s freed cock, already leaking, brushed over Robert’s lips. Robert resisted the urge to taste him until given leave to do so.
The man ran his cock across Robert’s lips several times, teasing him mercilessly. “Lick the head,” he finally said.
Robert’s lips parted and his tongue snaked out softly touching the tip. The man sighed and it encouraged him to lick further. He worked his tongue into the slit. A little salty, he tastes good. Robert slid his lips over the tip, continuing to lave the sensitive skin.
The thick stalk of flesh quivered under his ministrations. Robert swirled his tongue around the length, teasing the vein underneath and then searching for the sensitive spot beneath the crown.
Finding it, he was rewarded with a moan.
His client curled his fingers into his hair, pulling him further onto his cock.
Robert felt the man’s rod slide into his mouth. The large member filled him quickly and he knew it would be impossible to take him all.
“Suck it until I come,” the man commanded.
Robert sucked hard. He loved to suck cock, and this man’s large rod was a treat. His client continued to grasp his hair, pulling harder as he got excited. The pinpricks of pain went straight to Robert’s own swollen member. It throbbed, begging for attention, but Robert focused solely on pleasing the man paying for his services.
His client fucked his mouth and moaned, his breath coming in bursts. “I’m close,” he said, continuing to pant.
After being in the business as long as he had, Robert already knew this. His lips slid up the shaft, eager for the man to explode in his mouth.
“Swallow,” the man ordered as he shot a stream of hot seed.
The creamy come slid down Robert’s throat and he worked to swallow every drop.
His client grunted and pulled him off his flaccid shaft. The rough treatment didn’t hurt, just took him by surprise.
Robert heard the man fastening up his trousers again. Was that all? This mysterious stranger had bought his services for the entire evening. Madam Bernadette did not charge by the hour.
Still kneeling, Robert lowered his head.