Entering into the Dark Side of BDSM

Yes, there is one. It’s not a loving couple or a D/s situation. It’s not sharing pain and pleasure with your partner. It’s a different kind of sex for hire, or sex for kink’s sake that borders on torture. There are certain “clubs” who cater to men and women longing for the very dark side of sex – even though they may only be watching or purchasing. Hmmm… Intrigued?

I penned Male Order over two years ago and it was so well received readers asked for the secondary characters to have a story. A trilogy was born. This is all m/m and now a very kinky cop drama based on this kind of club I’m talking about. I do a twist at CertifiedMale_Cover-smallthe end that will force you into the third book, but in truth it has to be this way. Coming July 3rd from Rebel Ink Press…

CERTIFIED MALE

“Looks like you still have your priorities straight.”

The voice stopped him in his tracks. His heart racing, he sucked in his breath before turning to face the man behind the seductive timbre. “Shit.”

“That’s a way to greet your ex. Jesus. What do they teach you out here?” Stepping out of the shadows created by the huge tent, his eyes were twinkling nothing but mischief.

“They certainly teach respect in being on time to a wedding.” Blake walked closer, admiring the light stubble on Razer’s chin. The man was ruggedly handsome, having been a model for several years. He was also beefier than Blake remembered.

“Yeah well, you know how I like to crash a party.” Razer inched closer, holding out his hand.

Old feelings rushed through Blake and for a minute he was taken back in time, to a place where he thought this would be the outcome of his relationship with Razer. Instead they were living across the country from one another, barely having time to chat on line or over the phone. They sized each other up for a few seconds until Blake couldn’t take it any longer. Wrapping his arms around the muscular blond man, Blake was surprised that Razer was stilted at first.

“I’ve missed you,” Razer breathed, dragging Blake against his chest.

“I’ve missed you and hoped you were going to be here. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“I almost ended up in Canada.” Laughing, he rubbed his hand up and down Blake’s back.

“Hear it’s nice up there.”

“I like the warm weather much better.” Breaking the connection, he eased back and looked up and down the length of Blake. “And what in God’s name are you wearing?”

Mail-Order-Cover-smallHuffing, Blake took a step back and pointed to Razer. “Given the black on black look from tight jeans to steel toed boots, you look liked you’re going to a cowboy funeral, not a hot wedding.”

“Looks can be deceiving and Don Ho just called. He’s missing his entire wardrobe.”

They both laughed before an awkward moment of silence slipped between them. Blake looked away, trying to collect his thoughts. Seeing Razer again was more difficult than he’d imagined it would be. Razer was a stunning man from top to bottom. His high forehead and chiseled cheekbones were a perfect beginning to a tight body and long legs. By all rights Razer should be a lady killer. “Very funny. Dyson will be glad to see you.”

“Sorry about being late. The planes were crazy. Over booked, over crowded and every person cranky as hell.

“Typical. Let’s get you a drink then we’ll find the wayward love of my life.”

“How are you guys doing here?” Razer asked.

“Good. Settling I think. Dyson finally found a job so we’re psyched.” Blake could see a new tattoo every time Razer moved.

“That’s great. It’s a tough time for everyone. How’s the firm?”

Blake laughed. “Oh it’s a hell of a lot different than dealing with criminals and there are some days I would prefer their gruff bullshit than some of the things I deal with protecting celebrities, but the pay is good.” He couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo again.

Razer brushed his hand over the spot on his neck.

“You had your own kind of ceremony, didn’t you?”

Cocking his head, he pushed the hair back from his neck, showing off the small symbol seared into his flesh. “We did. It was very unexpected and very private or I would have invited you.”

“Hmm… How is Trenton anyway?” Blake was happy for his ex flame. Razer had always been much more into BDSM and domination than Blake was attracted to and Trenton Masters was by far one of the most engaging Dom’s he’d ever met. Well connected in the circuit of black arts, he was respected and sought after for advice. The man knew everyone in the world of kink. At times the man was more than a little bit intimidating.

“He’s doing well. Business is booming and he keeps me on a short leash.” Razer blinked as he rubbed the brand.

“That must have hurt like hell.”

“You should see the larger one on my inner thigh. That one hurt like a son of a bitch but Master insisted.”

To hear Razer, a rough-hewn hunk who basically took no shit from anyone call another man his Master was intriguing and disconcerting all at the same time. “Wowmale love is all I can say.”

“I know, a far cry from your relationship with Dyson.”

“You make it sound like being more on the vanilla side is a bad thing.” Blake almost choked on his words. After all, he was the one who’d owned up to himself that he and Razer just weren’t compatible, no matter how hot their sex life was. His method of breaking off? Finding a site online called Male Order. The exclusive Internet site catered to high-powered men who longed to find the right significant other. Male Order wasn’t just an online dating site, upon acceptance both parties entered into a contract where one owned the other. He was the reason Trenton Master owned Razer.

“Not at all and you know that. I just needed more. Besides, Trenton is a good Master. He treats me well and I don’t have to model any longer. I’m just painting. In fact the actual paying jobs are outnumbering the freebies,” Razer said as he grinned.

“Fair enough and I’m glad you’re painting more, especially since you’re getting paid. I was terrified you’d never paint again.” Trenton had been the very reason Razer had his verve back with regards to the impressive art pieces he painted. The critics took almost immediate notice and Blake had been paying attention. Razer was doing very well. A moment passed between them and he had to look away.

“No. He inspires with me with his nurturing and discipline.”

Shivering at the thought, Blake nodded as he caught site of Dyson, who’d seen the two of them together. “Come on. Time for that drink.” He walked in Dyson’s direction and even from a distance he could see some concern riding his husband’s face. Dyson had never fully gotten over the fact Trenton had ceremoniously tossed him aside after meeting Razor. Well, from what he knew, Dyson wasn’t a good submissive, more like a man who simply wanted to please. Trenton required full submission, body and soul.

“Good enough. You guys off onto a big honeymoon tonight?”

“Nah. Just a few days at a few secret location,” Blake said as he lowered his voice. “And about as kinky as I can get too.”

“Ooohhh… Whips and chains perhaps?” Razer teased.

“Very funny and something like that.” The high dollar resort at Hamilton Cove on Catalina Island was pricy as hell but the four days were going to be full of romance and some adventure.

“Good for you. I’m glad you’re venturing out a little bit.” Razer rubbed his hand down Blake’s back as they closed the distance to where Dyson was standing.

Dyson tilted back his head and stood tall, instantly flanking Blake’s side. “Razer. Nice to see you. So good of you to come, even if very late.”

SYNOPSIS

How much can you lose to keep the one you love safe? 

For well-respected and high-powered attorney Blake Myers, life in the fast lane in Los Angeles had more than its share of sinful perks, including celebrity clients and a six figure salary. Attending functions meant only for the upper echelon of Hollywood’s inner circles, he worked for and played hard with the rich and famous. Wealthy, good looking and sought after by men and women alike, only one man was able to keep him grounded, the love of his life. Newlyweds, the recent cross county move had been promising for both men, yet neither had been prepared for the seedier side of LA.

Dyson Withers had secured a posh job in the entertainment industry, albeit one serving kink in any and every method desired by those with money and connections. Certified Male was a firm catering to providing indiscretions for a price. Anonymity was a valued commodity and keeping secrets was a requirement in order to live. An accountant by trade, his job afforded him security as well as clout within the industry. By all rights he had his future paved in gold. That is until a single client accused him of blowing his cover. When Dyson was found in a compromising position, Blake was determined to keep his husband out of prison, no matter the cost. When tragedy struck, the ultimate sacrifice was on the table and both Blake was forced to make a life changing decision. Darkness called to Blake, the only place he could find answers. As he was lured into the world of perverse films, becoming lost, he knew there was only one man who could save not only his sanity, but also his very life. Would Razer find him soon enough?

I hope you enjoyed.

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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