Well I thought today I would ask the question. Dazzle has such a dynamic guy as the lead I was thinking – a movie? Okay a girl can dream, right? So… why don’t we look at this guy – Shane Whitlow. He’s sexy all right and has a way about him with both the ladies and the men BUT… he has so many flaws. He was imprisoned in Vietnam and tortured. He was made a boy for a man who used and abused his body. His dignity was taken and he was left a broken man. But… he is a survivor.
Who could play him? Charlie Sheen? He’s a broken man in his own right. Russell Crowe? Not a bad choice if you ask me. Perhaps Kurt Russell? How about Robert Downy Jr.? Oh yeah. Both favs of mine. The guy has to be rugged and hard bodied and yet with that kick inside. So tell me after you read this – who… The best answer and you get the very first HOT OFF THE PRESSES release from me. Releasing tomorrow from Naughty Nights Press…
Shane Whitlow took a deep breath and as he exhaled slowly he lifted his right leg, twirling the nunchaku over his head. The feel of the cool loquat wood in his hands was more than just invigorating. His cock ached as he practiced his daily routine, craving more than just sex. This was nothing new. He hungered for something almost brutal every day yet the discipline kept him in check. In truth the daily routine kept him sane. The sound of the kusari connecting against the tips of the chucks gave him a smile. Naked, he moved toward forward and backward in stealth like fashion as his Master had taught him over a decade before. A brutal taskmaster, the man was an artist when it came to killing and training. Shane’s practiced dance remained silent except for the whooshing sound the weapon made in the air.
Stealing a glance at his reflection in the mirror, he emitted a single hiss. Strategically placed over the stone fireplace, the massive piece allowed him to scrutinize every movement, perfecting and honing his skills. He nodded toward his reflection and emitted a single smile. Masayuki was glowing from the glimmer of sunlight flowing through the window. He studied his dragon tattoo, covering the entire length of his chest, and paid homage to the creature living in his nightmares. The name of a powerful teacher and warrior seemed befitting the being that would forever remain with him.
Turning in a full circle, he held the nunchucks high over his head before he brought them down with a harsh snap. As he crossed his leg and placed his foot on top of his knee he held the stance, counting to a full minute as he locked eyes with the haunted man staring back at him. This was the only freeing moment of his day and one so revered he took his powerful weapons with him wherever he went. Inhaling deeply, the scent of burning incense filled his nostrils and his soul with reminders of days gone by.
Shane shifted his stance and closed his eyes, envisioning the moment of his capture and of his freedom. Somehow he could still hear the rattle of his chains as he was led to and from his cage daily. He twirled the instrument high over his head as the memories turned into vivid visions. It was always taught to him that forever and beyond was measured by our place in the past. Shane’s place was one of control and one of being controlled. He was proud of what he’d learned from his Master and the man who’d become his lover and his torturer.
Hearing a rustling noise, Shane turned slowly and nodded as Jade stepped into the room. While she almost never bothered him during his morning routine he could see her look of admiration and curiosity. Smiling, he nodded as he lowered the nunchucks. There was something beautiful and haunting about Jade Chen, and the way the scarlet silk sheet was draped around her was strikingly powerful.
“I’m sorry to disturb you. I woke and didn’t realize how late it was,” Jade said as she turned to go.
“Please. I’m almost done. Come.” Beckoning her with a single finger, he allowed his lust-filled gaze to glide down the length of her body and back up. With the simple turn of his head he could tell she knew exactly what he was saying – what he was requiring.
Her eyes opening wide, she lowered her head before allowing the material to slip down from her body.
The whooshing sound of the crisp sheet floating to the floor gave him more than just a smile. His cock swelled from the thought of ravaging her body again. Shane never grew tired of her feminine scent or her taste. Narrowing his eyes, he stretched and swung the chucks one more time as she advanced before placing them carefully on the mantle. There was no doubt she was terrified of the methods of combat. She’d known her share of horrible men in her past and one in particular had left a scar from his vicious use of his methods on her body.
The fact was something that would forever remain in the back of Shane’s mind. His strict discipline had given him more control than most. “I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry.” A slight smile crossed her face as she pushed her long, midnight locks behind her shoulders. “Insatiable in fact.”
“You didn’t seem to mind last night, or the night before.” Jade remained a constant in his bed and in his life and while they weren’t exclusive, he savored their moments of passion, especially when shared with another.
Licking her lips, she stopped just inches in front of him and slowly lifted her head, locking eyes with his. “I’m not certain I remember.”
It was their game, her challenge and the only one he would allow and while she knew better than to cross the boundaries, she enjoyed pushing his buttons. They enjoyed their special secret times together and it was more like a cat and mouse game than anything else. Showing Jade his hand, he flexed it open before hovering just an inch from her heated skin. Inhaling, he moved his hand down the length of her body, slowly, until his fingertips were barely touching her shaved mound. As he grunted, the timbre more beast than man, he allowed a single finger to swirl around her clit before he kicked her feet apart. “I bet you taste sweet.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Her voice barely more than a purr, she grazed her fingers up and down his arm.
There was something about the way Jade touched him that sent shivers skating down his back. She was the only woman who could get a reaction from such a gentle caress. There was no doubt he preferred his sex brutal and he had another to share those moments with. Yet this lovely flower would crumble if touched her with anything other than kindness. Sadly, she wasn’t aware of the fact. In her mind she wanted to be dominated to the point of becoming a slave and it was something he’d refused more than once. The ugly aspect was a difficulty in their relationship. Relationship. He wasn’t certain he could handle the concept ever again. “Yes, I would.”
Jade gave him a wry grin before she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. Stroking up and down the length, she dragged the tip of her finger across his sensitive slit as she leaned forward and licked a lazy circle around his mouth. “Mmm…”
Closing his eyes briefly, Shane emitted a slow hiss as she kneaded his cock. He jutted his hips forward and growled as he slid his finger into her wet cunt. Thrusting in and out, the sound of her slickened pussy wafted between them.
“What do you want?” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper.
Chuckling darkly, she slid to her knees and grazed her hands up the inside of his thighs. As she darted her tongue out, tickling the tip, she purred. “Everything?”
“Don’t tease me.”
“But I enjoy teasing you.”
The moment she wrapped her mouth around his cock head he emitted a strangled sigh and entwined his fingers in her silky hair. As she sucked, drawing him deeper into her wet mouth, he held her head tightly and relished the feeling of being licked.
Jade kept one hand on his thigh, kneading his carved muscles as she cupped and squeezed his balls with the other, his swollen sac barely fitting into her tiny hand. Swirling the tip of her tongue around his shaft, she relaxed the back of her throat and took him down an inch at a time.
“God. Yes…yes…” He’d never met a woman who was such an expert with sucking a man’s dick. When the tip of his cock hit the back of her mouth, he swore in Chinese and sucked in his breath. Placing both hands on the side of her head, he grimaced as her teeth raked across his skin and the scar that would forever remind him of certain methods of torture. Jade always touched the scar with gentle hands, never questioning what had happened. She knew his needs well and used every method to bring him complete satisfaction as no other woman could do. Trained herself by a master of sorts, she knew what the scar meant and how to please him to the point of holding back his orgasm. While he longed to share with her his damning past, he was a damaged man and one who pushed the past into a darkened hole in his private hell.
She shifted and wrapped her other hand around the base of his shaft and as she began to go up and down the entire length of his cock, her mouth meeting her hand, the friction was enough to make him cry out.
So…what do you think???