Writing All The Things

Completed Projects

Kraken My Heart: ACCEPTED! Publisher Editing In Progess!

Head Over Tentacles: ACCEPTED! Awaiting editing!

Wishes For Rohi: Awaiting Editing! (Heavy Edits in Progress)

Love Included, Heart Not Required: Awaiting Editing!


Current Projects

Sucker For Love #4: 15/15 (rought draft)

Gods #1 (Untitled): 2/15 (rough draft)

Taking A Chance: 5k/20k~ (rough draft)


Future Projects

CHC Prequel: 4/25 Outline

Sucker For Love: #5 – #7, #9

Jinn & Tonic #2 – #3

Gods (Untitled) #2 – #5

Last One to Let You Down #2

And The Stars Went Red

The Yawn Of Churchyards



Okay, I know I said I was gonna have one more release before the end of the year. Uh. I lied. Although the cover for Wishes For Rohi is done (and it’s GORGEOUS), I’m still editing the darn book and oops now I’ve run out of time to release it before 2020 comes to a close. Last month really wiped me out, and I hate that I didn’t get this done. I’m now looking for a Feb/March release, but I will keep you posted. This is going to be book one of three for my Jinn & Tonic series, a simple and sexy trilogy of stories with mpreg and all kind of magical shenanigans.

I am super happy to announce that both #2 and #3 for my Sucker For Love Mystery series have been accepted, and I am actually in the process of editing #2 with my publisher now! I’ll share release info as soon as I have it, and I’m going to start getting #4 ready in a few weeks to submit. I love this crazy series so much, and I’m so proud of how far I’ve come. Nine books is not a short order, but I’m already halfway there! You know, as long as I’m counting rough drafts and that one book that was #3 but then turned into #8. Whatever. I’m kicking ass.

I have also finally started outlining for CHC4: The Prequel, and this is definitely going to be my next big novel. I have a few other things to finish up before I start actively writing it, but it feels good to get something down on paper. You guys may remember this book as the one that will be told from Mickey’s POV and follow Cold’s rise to power (plus him gettin’ jiggy with Roger). I still have plans to write one final book for Cold and Jimmy, but that’s still some ways away. Like, Spring/Summer 2021 at the earliest depending on what my brain is up to.

I’ve started the rough draft for what will be the first book in my new Gods series (with the super awesome Jennifer Griffin), and I’m having a blast so far. It’s a lot of fun, and hopefully I will have some teasers to share with you soon. Once I finish the other ten million things on my list, ha! Finishing the edits for my publisher sort of trumps everything, so I’ll be focusing on those while working on the CHC4 outline, writing Gods #1, editing Wishes For Rohi, and editing my short story for the Taking A Chance anthology.

Yup. That’s fine. Totally fine.

What could go wrong!?

I swear, I am not going to start another series until I finish some of this stuff. There’s only… like… four… Four series isn’t that bad. I think. Cold Hard Cash (3/5), Sucker For Love Mysteries (5/9), Jinn & Tonic (1/3), Gods (1ish/5)… Yeah, nope, definitely not going to start any new stuff until I knock some of these out. I have so many awesome ideas brewing away in my brain, but I know if I stray too far that I will never finish any of these. I do hope you guys enjoy what I’m working on, and I still have lots of fun adventures to share with you.

Once I clear out my WIP’s a bit! ^_^;;;

I hope you all have a kick ass holiday and an awesome new year!

Take care, lovelies!

<333 Kat

Sexy Saturday 11/28/2020

Happy Sexy Saturday, my darlings! I hope everyone has had a wonderful week! Today is a special little tease from my latest WIP with the help of the incredible Jennifer Griffin! This is the start of a new naughty series that follows powerful immortals and the mortals they fall in love with.

The first story is about a man named William who has a very unusual encounter with a tornado… and what he sees falls out of one is going to change his life forever.


Warnings: SFW?!(it’s only the first chapter, sorry! XD not that it’s stopped me before, but hey! Just some slight dub-con at the end!)


William Harding had seen a lot of incredible things in all of his years chasing tornadoes; their rampant destruction, their awesome power, not to mention all the crazy things that popped out of them. He’d witnessed everything from teapots to livestock, but today was the first time he’d ever seen a man coming flying out of one.

He’d spent all of his forty-five years in Texas, born and raised. His parents had both served in the military, and their duty stations were always instate. William didn’t know if that made him lucky or not. Bouncing between Ft. Sam Houston and Ft. Hood, he didn’t get to see much of the world until he was an adult.

William loved to travel, and his job doing security for a nightclub allowed him a very flexible schedule to explore his passion for chasing down storms.

Tornados were his favorite by far, and northeast Texas was a good place to hunt them. He lived about three hours south of here, but he would take off work and visit for a few days if he knew something was brewing. He’d seen everything from derechos to twin twisters and even once stared down a category F5.

The immense power was a humbling and unique thrill like no other.

He’d been following this twister for several miles, watching it tear through the fields and trees like paper cutouts. It was an F3, but it was starting to pick up speed. The roar of the winds almost drowned out his radio, and he could feel his truck swaying on the road.

Being this close to one of nature’s most powerful forces gave him such a rush, and his heart was pounding with adrenaline as he made a quick turn down a narrow dirt road to keep up.

Near the top of the funnel, William suddenly saw something strange. It was a bright flash of light, blue in color, and spherical. Lightning, he thought, watching the light grow and crackle. He was seeing some sort of lightning phenomenon, maybe even the elusive and rare ball lightning.

It only lasted for about half a minute, but William had come to a full stop to watch every second of it. He’d never seen anything so brilliant or big before, and he couldn’t look away.

That’s when he saw the man.

Even though he was maintaining a safe distance, the shape of what was falling was unmistakable.

William felt his heart clench in anguish, and he was certain he was about to watch someone plummet to their death. He couldn’t look away, tracking the body’s descent into the middle of an adjacent field.

The smack was awful, somehow audible over the roar over the twister. The tornado was headed east now, and William quickly parked his truck.

Phone in hand, he began to run into the field where he’d seen the body land. He knew he’d be calling the police to come pick up a corpse, but he had to be sure. There was something telling him to run faster, to hurry, and he could feel all the hairs prickling up the back of his neck.

The very air felt charged, more so than William had ever felt after any other storm before. It wasn’t unusual to smell ozone, fresh cut grass, or even pungent sulfurous odors, but this was different.

It was sweeter, like syrup, and tart like some sort of sour candy.

Stranger still was the huge crater in front of William. The body must have landed with extraordinary force. He skidded to a stop at the edge, staring down at the mammoth dent left in the earth and the naked young man sprawled in the middle of it.

He was… beautiful.

Golden tan, thick blond hair, full lips.

The sight of him made William’s heart clench, and he kneeled down in mourning. It was such a shame to see such young life taken, and it was sadder still that he’d been so beautiful. It was such a waste.

But tornadoes didn’t care how pretty someone was or how old they were. They killed without bias, and this poor soul was unlucky enough to have been claimed. His luck was particularly bad that he’d been taken naked.

What the hell had this guy been doing before the tornado swept him up?

William took off the button-up shirt he was wearing over his t-shirt to cover up the young man.

Dead or not, he wanted to give him some decency.

As he scooted closer to drape the shirt, William couldn’t help but notice that the young man didn’t appear to have a scratch on him. He didn’t seen any blood or any obvious broken bones either. When his fingers inadvertently brushed the man’s hip, his body still felt warm.

Could he be…?


There was no way he could be alive.

It was impossible.

But still… what if?

He had an obligation to check, didn’t he? There was always a chance? Nothing was *really ever truly impossible, was it?”

William reached to touch the young man’s neck. His only intention was to check for a pulse to quiet his frantic thoughts, and the young man jerked as soon as he touched him. William tried to pull away, but then there was a hand grabbing his wrist.

The young man was awake, staring up at William with bright blue eyes. He looked confused, a bit dazed, but he was definitely alive and breathing.

“You’re okay,” William said, struggling to keep his voice calm as a fresh wave of adrenaline surged through his body. He couldn’t believe this was happening, and he started to type on his phone. “Try not to move. You might still have internal injuries-“

“Tell me what you’re doing,” the young man asked, his voice smooth as silk and surprisingly deep.

“I’m calling 911 so we can get an ambulance over here to take you to the hospital,” William said. He didn’t know why, but he felt the strangest compulsion to answer quickly.

He blamed the sense of urgency on the crazy circumstances, but there was something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Don’t,” the young man said.

William had his thumb on the keypad of his phone, but he found that he couldn’t move it. He could not actually force himself to dial. He stared down at the young man, struggling to speak as he said, “No, I need to call them. Your spine could be broken, maybe your neck. I am going to call them.”

“No,” the young man said, sitting up and swaying. He was confused, but seemed quite determined as he ordered, “You will not call anyone. You’re going to take me home so I can rest…” He held his head and grimaced. “And help me remember who the fuck I am.”

“No.” William tried again to argue. “What you need is a hospital. You need a doctor.” He was already putting his phone back in his pocket and offering his hands to help the young man up to his feet.

What in the hell was going on here?

The young man tied the shirt around his waist and held his head high. He kept a hold of William’s hand, commanding, “Take me home. Now. You will not tell anyone how you found me, and you will not call anyone to help me. I don’t need help. Tell me you understand.”

“Listen here, kid,” William countered, using his grip on the young man’s hand to pull him in close. “I don’t like being bossed around like this. Especially not from some total stranger that just fell out of the sky and seems to have to lost his mind-“

“No, just my memory.”

“Whatever.” William narrowed his eyes, fighting against the wild urge to lead this guy over to his truck. “You. Hospital. Now.”

“No,” the young man said firmly. He reached up to stroke the side of William’s face as he said, “You. Take me home. Now.”

There was something about the tactile connection that made William powerless to refuse. He knew he didn’t want to actually do this, but there was no way to stop himself. Before he knew it, he’d swept the naked young man up into his arms and was walking back to his truck.

“Ah, much better,” the young man said, leaning his head on William’s shoulder. He was smiling and relaxed, perfectly pliant as William loaded him into the front seat.

William reached into the back for his duffel bag. He couldn’t very well drive all the way back home with a naked man in his truck. He found some sweat pants and a clean shirt, offering them to the young man.

“What are these?” he asked, his nose wrinkling up.

“Clothes,” William snorted. He shut the door, walking around the front of the truck to get in the driver’s seat.

“I suppose these will do for now,” the young man said, clumsily pulling them on and handing William back his long sleeve shirt.

William slipped the shirt back on, unconsciously turning off the storm tracking app on his phone so he could switch to GPS to navigate his way home. Once he got back on the highway he’d be fine, but he had to get there first.

And it was gonna be a hell of a drive with his new passenger.

“I’m William Harding,” he said. “You got a name?”

“Probably.” The young man shrugged. “Mm, I’ll let you know if I remember it.”

Before closing out the rest of his meteorological applications, William noticed that the tornado seemed to have vanished. In a way, that was a small relief since it was the very reason he had driven up here. At least he wasn’t going to miss anything since he was apparently being ordered to take a strange young man to his house.

It was mind boggling that he couldn’t stop himself, and he was helpless to resist the impulse to get back on the road and follow the GPS. He was still thinking clearly, but the urge to obey the young man’s command was overwhelming.

“What am I supposed to call you?” William was grateful that he could still talk freely. The thought that the young man might somehow have the power to silence him was disturbing.

Not to mention all the other things he might be able to do.

“Mm. ‘Your highness’ feels very natural,” the young man replied, sinking down into the seat and getting comfortable. “It’s the damnedest thing not knowing your own name.”

“I can imagine.”

“Can you? Tell me, have you ever forgotten your name?”

“No, but I have misplaced my pants on occasion.”

“Ha!” The young man laughed at that, though he seemed to regret it. He held his head and groaned, fussing, “Oh, this sucks. How far away do you live?”

“Just shy of four hours, depending on traffic.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes. Buckle up, baby boy, because we got a hell of a drive.” William glanced over at him. “Unless there’s somewhere I can take you?” He had to focus on the words to get them out. “Like a hospital?”

“I thought I already told you to quit with that hospital crap. I’m pretty sure I did which means you need to stop now.”

“Used to getting your way, are you?” William snorted softly and turned off the GPS once he saw the signs for the highway approaching.

“If I remember nothing else, I always know that people do what I tell them to.” The young man took a moment to appraise William, looking over him curiously. “You seem to be resisting me.”

“Resisting you?”

“Uh huh. You’re not responding right. There must be something wrong with you.”

“Are you sure it’s not you?” William countered. “You’re the one who took a tumble through a tornado. Maybe you have a concussion. Internal bleeding. You know, the kinda thing you need to go to a hospital-“

“Stop,” the young man ordered, bolting upwards and reaching out to grab William’s shoulder. “No more talk about hospitals or taking me anywhere else. We’re going to your home so I can rest and regain my memory. Do you understand?”

Try as he might, William could only say, “Yes.”

“Good,” the young man chirped, slinking back down into the seat.

As they turned onto the highway, they passed road signs proclaiming the mileage to a few surrounding cities.

“Hawley,” the young man said. “That sounds nice. Call me Hawley.”

“Just picking a name off a sign?” William asked.

“It’ll do for now.” Hawley tucked his arms behind his head. “Mmm, wake me up when we get to your home.”

“Sure thing,” William grumbled. He turned the radio on and got settled in for the drive ahead. He’d need to stop for gas at some point to make it, and he wondered if he’d be able to.

Would Hawley’s order force him to drive until the tank ran dry or would stopping for fuel be considered part of taking him home?

It made his head hurt, and he tried again to dial 911. He could pick up the phone, switch to the dial pad, but he couldn’t actually push the buttons.

Frustrated, he shoved the phone back down in the console.

The first hour of the drive went by without incident or conversation. Hawley was passed out, and William couldn’t help but think how angelic he looked while he was asleep.

For a mind controlling brat, anyway.

He found that he was able to stop for gas, pulling off the highway to a small gas station. At least this meant there was some leeway in the commands. He parked by one of the pumps, and he reached over to nudge Hawley.

“Are we there yet?” Hawley mumbled, peeking open one eye.


“I told you not to wake me up until we got there!” Hawley growled as he sat up. He looked around the desolate gas station and groaned loudly. “Oh, what kind of horror movie shit show is this?”

“It’s a Guzzle and Go. Do you want anything?”

“That’s why you woke me up?” Hawley demanded. “To see if I wanted something from the ‘Guzzle and Go’? Like what? Tetanus?”

“Fuckin’ forget I asked.” William got out and slammed the door, unhooking the pump to start filling up his truck.

Maybe Hawley was some sort of twisted government experiment gone wrong. Maybe he was exuding some sort of weird pheromones that made it impossible to disobey him.

Whatever it was, he was pissing William off.

Despite the rude behavior, there was a part of him that felt sorry for Hawley. After all, no one ended up naked and alone in a field with no memory because good stuff had happened to them.

There was no telling what Hawley had been through, and maybe he needed to cut the kid a little bit of slack.

He had made up his mind to apologize by the time he was done filling the truck, begrudgingly as it were, and poked his head back in the truck only to find that Hawley was gone.


William looked all around, but he saw no sign of him. There was another car parked nearby, but no one was inside. He headed over to the store on the opposite side of the pumps, quickly bursting through the door.

“Oh, and I’ll take these, too,” Hawley was saying, grabbing some candy bars and sliding them across the front counter.

There was an older woman next to him, counting money out of her wallet to pay for a substantial pile of snacks and candy.

The clerk at the register rang it all up and began to put everything in a paper bag.

“What are you doing?” William asked, frowning as he looked at the old woman and the clerk. They both seemed relaxed and smiling, but their eyes were glassy as if they were drunk.

“Getting something to eat,” Hawley replied as if it was obvious. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so, well, I didn’t get you anything.”

William gritted his teeth. “You shouldn’t have left like that.”

“Here you go, sir,” the clerk said, offering the bag out to Hawley.

“Thanks!” Hawley smiled and turned to the old woman. “Hey, pay for my friend’s gas, would you? He’s getting cranky.”

“Oh, of course, darling!” she said, reaching into her wallet again. “How much is it?”

“I don’t need her to pay for my gas,” William snapped. “I need you to get your little ass back in the truck so we can go.”

“But we can’t technically go until you pay,” Hawley said sweetly. He pulled a pack of fruit straws out of the bag, playfully nibbling on the end of one. “So, really, you’re the one holding us up.”

“Fine. Just hang on.” William pulled out his wallet, politely brushing the old woman out of the way.

She suddenly shoved him, crying, “No! I have to pay for it! He told me I have to!”

“She has to pay for it!” the clerk shouted, swinging at William from across the counter.

“What the hell?” William stumbled back, raising his arm to shield himself as the woman came at him again.

“Stop,” Hawley ordered, holding up his hand.

The women and clerk both froze in place immediately.

“Let him pay for the stupid gas, and then you’re both going to forget we were ever here,” Hawley went on, chewing on another fruit straw. “Got it?”

“Oh, yes,” the clerk agreed eagerly.

“Whatever you want,” said the old woman.

William couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There was no logical way to explain the spell Hawley had over these people, and his thoughts were racing as he quickly paid for the gas. He grabbed Hawley’s arm and pulled him outside.

“Ow! Let go of me!” Hawley protested.

“You want me to take you home,” William pointed out smugly. “I have to make sure you come with me.”

“Oh, you dick,” Hawley whined. “You can’t use my own commands against me like that!”

“Watch me.” William opened the passenger door and pushed Hawley in, stomping around to jump back in the driver’s seat.

He was satisfied he’d found some small way to manipulate Hawley’s orders, but it was still unnerving to have witnessed just how powerful his ability was.

“This whole having you resist me thing is getting annoying,” Hawley said, pawing through his bag of goodies.

“Get used to it,” William retorted. He cranked up the truck, leaving the gas station and returning to the highway. “I don’t know how you’re doing this, but I’m not gonna let you boss me around.”

“Says the man who’s driving me home.”

“I want to help you,” William said sincerely. “If taking your home is how I have to do it, fine. But I’m not gonna have you ordering me around just doing whatever the hell you want.”

“We’ll see about that,” Hawley said, pulling a fruit straw straight from the package with his teeth and wrapping his lips around it suggestively.

William kept his eyes on the road, trying to ignore the flirtatious display.

“Anybody waiting for you at home, William?” Hawley asked casually, propping his bare feet up on the dashboard.

“No, I live alone. And take your damn feet down.”

Hawley didn’t budge. “Single?”

“Is this really what you want to talk about?” William groused. “Shouldn’t you be more worried about getting your memory back?”

“Oh, this is exactly what I want to talk about,” Hawley insisted. “So, tell me. Are you single?”

“Yes,” William replied between clenched teeth.

“If you don’t feel like chatting, this is gonna be a really long drive,” Hawley said cheerfully.

“I liked you better when I thought you were dead.”

“Ow.” Hawley clutched his chest. “That’s hurtful, William.”

William took a deep breath and tried to focus on the road.

Thankfully, Hawley was only able to pester William for about twenty more minutes before he fell back asleep again. William assumed that tumbling through a tornado must have been exhausting and let him rest. The miles ticked by in blissful silence, and it was dark by the time William was driving down the rocky dirt road that led to his house.

The shakey road woke Hawley up, and he groggily lifted his head. “Mmm, where are we? It better not be another shitty gas station.”

“Home sweet home,” William said as he parked the truck. “Come on.”

William’s house was a small ranch style home with a barren yard and a front porch that had seen better days. It wasn’t much, but it was clean, simple, and suited him just fine.

“This is where you live?” Hawley made a face as they got out of the truck.

“Sorry it’s not up to your standards, your highness,” William said with a snort, grabbing his bag from the back and shutting the door. He headed across the yard to the porch, calling back, “You’re more than welcome to stay somewhere else.”

“Whatever.” Hawley held up his arms. “Carry me.”

William tried to fight to urge to scoop him up, but still found himself walking back over to him. “Your legs broken now?”

“I don’t have any shoes! Come on, there might be needles or broken glass.”

“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” William muttered, rolling his eyes as he picked Hawley up. “There, happy?”

“Mmm, this is kinda romantic,” Hawley said with a dramatic sigh, hugging William’s neck. “Like you’re carrying me over the threshold or something.”

“Uh huh.” William carried Hawley up to the front door and promptly dropped him. He caught his arm so he didn’t fall right on his ass, but the alarmed expression on Hawley’s face as he stumbled backwards was totally worth it.

“Asshole!” Hawley snapped furiously.

Laughing under his breath, William unlocked the door and ushered Hawley inside. “Hey. You’re alive, aren’t you?”

“Barely,” Hawley growled, looking around the modest interior with another sour expression. “I didn’t think it was possible for a house to feel pathetic. And yet, here we are.”

“The couch folds out into a bed, bathroom is down the hall,” William said, locking the door behind them and heading to his bedroom. “Get some rest, and I’ll-“

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Hawley said, grabbing William’s arm and pulling him back with an unnatural burst of strength.

“What the fuck are you doing?” William grunted as Hawley pushed himself up against him.

“Whatever I want, as usual.” Hawley tossed aside William’s duffel bag and stood up on tiptoe to wrap his arms around his neck, commanding firmly, “Now, kiss me.”

William tried to stop.

He really did.

But there was no way to resist the beautiful young man in his arms or his stern order, and William bowed his head down to press their lips together in a heated kiss.


Sexy Saturday 11/15/2020

Happy Sexy Sunday! XD

Between two new releases and promo and agh I totally lost track of what day it was! Oops!!! I do hope you guys have had a chance to check out the books! Lots of good sexy stuff in there for your reading pleasure! Big thank you to everyone for sharing and reviewing and all that awesome stuff!

Especially for Last One to Let You Down, my very first self-pub. You guys are the freakin’ best! <333

Now, onto the smut!

We’re back with Mr. Heiss and Will, picking back up after their fun with Serabus last time. I am going to try and update all the Sexy Saturday posts with tags so they’re easier to find, but omg it’s like over a year’s worth of posts to tag. So, eventually, yes, but not today! XD

You can search the group for just “Sexy Saturday” and usually find most of them that way! So, for my new people, I hope that helps you track ‘em down! I’ll let everyone know when I get the new tagging stuff done so you can all find the old sexy times I’ve posted.

Anyway. Enjoy!

#SexySaturday (even tho it’s Sunday!)

Warnings: NSFW/rough smex/spanking/brief mention of blood


“Oh, fuck,” Will hissed.

“Oh, yes,” Mr. Heiss rumbled, his hips rocking up steadily. “I need to make you know who you belong to, Will.”

“Message received,” Will said, clenching his teeth and trying to relax as that monstrous cock thrusted into him. He was sore from having just taken him and Serabus moments ago, but Mr. Heiss didn’t seem interested in stopping.

“No,” Mr. Heiss said simply. “Not until I’ve made you mine again.”

Will rolled his eyes, and he got a sharp spanking in reply. It made his body tense, unconsciously clenching around Mr. Heiss’ cock and forcing a loud moan out of him. “Ah, fuck!”

Mr. Heiss stopped moving, resting his clawed fingers on Will’s ass. “Go on, Will. Show me that you’re mine.”

“Thought you were gonna make me yours again?” Will mumbled. He cried out when Mr. Heiss popped him again, the sting cruel and hot. “Shit!”

“And so I shall, in any manner I see fit.” Mr. Heiss relaxed, leaning back and getting comfortable. “Now. Go on. Show me.”

Will decided against opening his mouth again, bracing himself on Mr. Heiss’ broad chest as he tried to lift his ass up. Fuck, it hurt, and he felt so weak. There was no way he was gonna be able to do this.

“Go on, Will…” Mr. Heiss sounded different now. His voice was low, sultry, almost taunting. “Show me why they call you the Little Wolf, hmm?”

That name…

It was what they’d called Will in the papers.

Hearing it pissed Will off. He hated that name. He wasn’t an animal.

But his victims were.

Fury growing in his belly, Will fought against the discomfort and started to roll his hips. He watched Mr. Heiss smile – ever so smugly, that bastard – and that just made Will angrier.

He went faster, reaching up to curl his fingers around Mr. Heiss’ horn, rolling his stomach and pushing down into every slam. The sensation when he bottomed out was a flash of pain and pleasure that made his vision flash white. It was overwhelming but addictive, and he chased it down again and again.

Will’s blood was pumping fast and hard, and he could hear Mr. Heiss starting to moan. Yes, he was actually making this demon moan for him. It gave him a thrill that he could only compare to the high of a kill, and he fucked himself down on Mr. Heiss’ cock with everything that he had.

He was helpless to refuse this fiend, but he could take control of this situation. He could take what he wanted, make Mr. Heiss cry out like a whore, and fuck, if it wasn’t a hell of an ego boost to hear him-

Mr. Heiss’ hand cracked across Will’s ass, forcing him to jerk forward and lose rhythm.

“Ah, fuck!” Will cried, reaching back to grab at his stinging cheeks.

“Keep going,” Mr. Heiss growled, sitting up now and grabbing Will’s hand, pinning it to the small of his back. “Don’t stop.”

Will was writhing, his ass throbbing as Mr. Heiss spanked him again. He struggled to start rolling his hips again, quickly regaining his lost momentum. He thought he might even be bleeding now from one of Mr. Heiss’ claws catching his hip, but he couldn’t be sure. He glared furiously at Mr. Heiss, wishing he could smack him right in his smug face.

He was practically whipping Will’s ass like he was a horse that he was trying to spur on, and Will couldn’t slow down for a moment without getting another mean smack. He bared his teeth, powering his movements with his thighs and stomach, but soon his muscles were aching from the strain.

Trying to fight through it, Will growled in frustration, staring right in Mr. Heiss’ eyes as he snarled, “I fuckin’ hate you.”

Mr. Heiss, the bastard, smiled wickedly.

Will tried to keep going, but his body was giving out. He was getting weaker, and he simply had nothing left to give. He knew Mr. Heiss was going to slap him again, and fuck, he didn’t think his asscheeks could take much more either.

“Fuck… you…” Will panted, using his grip on Mr. Heiss’ horn to drag himself up and drop back down, desperate to continue and avoid another punishment. “Fuck you… so hard…”

“Cute.” Mr. Heiss suddenly stood up from the sofa, holding Will on his cock and slamming him down.

“Ah, fuck!” Will’s stomach flipped from the startling change in position, worried that Mr. Heiss might drop him or slip out.

Mr. Heiss readjusted, letting go of Will’s arm to grab hold of his hips, bouncing him up and down on his cock like a human-shaped Fleshlight.

Will clung to his horns, trying to hold on and sobbing as he got fucked.

Mr. Heiss’ grip never faltered, and he moved Will effortlessly. He pounded into his body again and again, growling low, the rhythm quickly becoming frantic.

Will screamed, certain he was about to break. He could feel Mr. Heiss so deep, so very deep inside of him, and he was helpless to stop the onslaught of sensation. He moaned desperately when he felt Mr. Heiss coming, praying he’d finish soon and this would be over.

With no signs of stopping, Mr. Heiss continued the feverish pace.

“Ahh, ahh, I can’t!” Will pulled at Mr. Heiss’ horns, trying to lift himself away from his cock. He could feel his come dripping out of him, but fuck, the demon was still pounding him.

“No,” Mr. Heiss replied, his voice hoarse. “Not yet.” He narrowed his eyes in concentration.

Will wanted to tell him he couldn’t take another second, that there was no way…

And yet, there was a delicious pressure *right there* inside of him, and he was coming instantly. His cock shot all over the front of Mr. Heiss’ jacket, his body clenching around the giant cock fucking him, and he was light-headed and buzzing all over. His orgasm seemed to go on without end, and he was exhausted by the intense bliss.

“Oh, God… oh, fuck… yes… mmmm….” Will tipped forward, limp in Mr. Heiss strong arms and sobbing against his shoulder. It still felt like he was coming – impossible as it was – and his thighs were shaking. The scalding of his spanked cheeks seemed far away, and for the moment he let himself enjoy being held.

He would never dare admit it to Mr. Heiss, but that was the best fucking he’d ever had.

Mr. Heiss probably already knew, judging by the way he was smirking so confidently. He moved to sit back down, but the couch was gone.

The whole room had changed.

They were now in a lush bedroom, and Mr. Heiss was sitting on the edge of the bed. He turned, stretching Will out across the sheets in a way that was almost reverent.

Will groaned, his aching muscles complaining as he tried to get settled into a comfortable position. His body was clean, refreshed, though he could still feel Mr. Heiss’ come inside of him and the sting of his hands on his ass. He noticed there were no doors in this room either, and the end of his chain was attached to the steel frame of the bed.

“I think this has been a very productive day,” Mr. Heiss said coyly, dragging his claws through Will’s curly hair. “Quite enlightening… Little Wolf.”

Will was too tired to fight, but he did manage to raise his hand and flip Mr. Heiss off.

“Adorable.” Mr. Heiss stood up from the bed, his clothes cleaned and everything tucked away as if nothing had ever happened. “Rest… you’ll need your strength. Tomorrow is a new day, Will. I intend to keep you very busy.”

“Oh, goody,” Will drawled. “I’m sure it will be a fuckin’ blast.”

Sarcastic as his words were, the truth was…

He couldn’t wait.


Sexy Saturday 11/07/2020

Happy Sexy Saturday, my darlings!

I am so happy that A Cold Hard Collection is finally live!!! YES!!! Pretty please review and share and all lovely stuff – it is in the erotica dungeon, and sadly that is now its permanent home. After three tries, my publisher has decided to let it stay so every little bit of love helps! Thank you!

Now – it’s sexy time! We’re back with Mr. Heiss and Will, and they’re just having a lovely evening with Serabus. Happy reading, my darlings!

Warnings: NSFW/DP/demon sexy stuff/spanking


“Oh, now that sounds like fun,” Serabus said, pinching Will’s inner thigh. “Would you like that, little human? Two big demon cocks stretching your little ass out?”

“Ah, fuck,” Will grumbled, licking his lips nervously. Just taking on one of these monsters was pushing his body to its absolute limits, and two was impossible.

There was no fuckin’ way.

Serabus pulled away with a soft sigh, chuckling under his breath. He looked to Mr. Heiss. “How would you like him?”

“We’ll take him on the sofa,” Mr. Heiss said, rising from his chair and wrapping his fingers around Will’s chain. “Come along, pet.”

Will’s legs were shaking as he slid off the desk, grunting as Mr. Heiss gave the chain an impatient tug. His ass was throbbing as he followed him over to sofa, and he took a quick moment to stretch.

Damn, this was a fuckin’ workout.

Mr. Heiss sat in the middle of the sofa, and the flames of the fireplace seemed to glow a little brighter from his presence. He freed his massive cock, and he gave Will’s chain another pull.

Tired of having his collar yanked on, Will obediently sat in Mr. Heiss’ lap. His heart was still racing, his chest fluttering with adrenaline, but he was determined to do this. He reached back to grab his cock and began to ease it inside of him, grateful he was still so open and wet.

He rocked down until his ass was flush with Mr. Heiss’ thighs, and he glared defiantly into his bright yellow eyes. He started to ride him, slamming down over and over, trying to give him everything he had.

Bastard didn’t make a peep to indicate pleasure or a lack thereof, and it pissed Will off.

“Asshole,” Will panted.

“Careful,” Mr. Heiss warned, swinging his hand down and slapping Will’s ass.

The strike made Will whimper and buck, groaning, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” His skin felt like it was on fire, and he knew there was going to be a big ol’ red handprint there.

Serabus joined them, standing behind Will and crouching down. He traced the stinging welt left behind on Will’s ass, laughing as he started rubbing his cock against his already stuffed hole. “Ohhh, isn’t that pretty.”

Will gritted his teeth and tried to stay relaxed. He knew if he tensed that this was going to hurt a lot more. It was already going to be painful as it was now, and he whimpered as Serabus’ cock tried to push inside of him.

“Breathe,” Mr. Heiss commanded, grabbing Will by the back of his collar and giving him a sharp jerk.

Inhaling sharply, Will closed his eyes. The pressure was becoming intense, his ass burned, and fuck, there, it hurt. The pain was stinging, burning, and he wanted to scream-

“Breathe,” Mr. Heiss commanded again, giving Will’s collar another firm yank.

Will’s eyes fluttered open, lost in the brilliant amber of Mr. Heiss’ eyes. He panted heavily, willed his muscles to turn into marshmallows, and there – he could feel Serabus’ cock breeching him. The pressure was still insane, but the agony was evaporating away.

“There you go,” Serabus purred, his hands sliding up Will’s back as he started to push harder. “There, little human… mmm, feels good, doesn’t it?”

Will could only whine, certain that he was going to shout if he opened his mouth. He kept his teeth firmly clamped together as he struggled against the rest of Serabus’ fat cock working its way inside of him. He was trembling, and it felt like he was being split in half. He’d never taken on so much, and he bowed his head against Mr. Heiss’ shoulder.

He didn’t know if it was stupid or not, but he needed some sort of additional contact to ground himself. He didn’t know if he was going to pass out or cry, and he needed something, anything, to stop himself from going insane. He wrapped his arms around Mr. Heiss’ broad neck, sobbing into his chest. “Oh, god… it’s too much… I can’t… I can’t do this…”

Mr. Heiss shushed him almost soothingly. “Come on, my little killer… certainly this isn’t the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.”

“Mmm, fuck, it might be,” Serabus chuckled cruelly, starting to thrust with more force.

Will’s head snapped back, groaning at the new wave of pleasure and pain. Mr. Heiss suddenly rocked his hips up, and the sensations tipped back over into madness inducing levels. He didn’t know what to do, struggling to move his body away from the cocks thrusting away inside of him. The simple shift gave him immediate relief, and he started to move his hips, rolling his ass down to meet them.

“Ohhh, there you go,” Serabus gasped. He slapped Will’s ass, cracking his palm over his cheeks several times before seizing his hips. He started fucking him hard, growling hungrily. “Come on, little human, ride our fuckin’ cocks.”

Will started moving faster, finding that keeping up with the demons made the pain lessen and the pleasure was now sending sparks of light in front of his eyes. He lifted himself up, dropping down on their cocks with a loud cry. Fuck, that was spectacular. He really started getting into it now, the discomfort all but gone, and fucked himself down with a new burst of energy.

Mr. Heiss only allowed a few soft grunts to escape, but he seemed very pleased with Will’s performance. He leaned back against the sofa, his claws lightly dragging down Will’s thighs. He was no longer moving, allowing Will to set the pace, and he was watching his every move with a ravenous smile.

“Mmm, fuck, gonna come,” Serabus gasped, his slams reaching a frantic rhythm. His hand cracked over Will’s ass one final time as he came, roaring and snarling as he unloaded deep inside of him.

The flood of heat made Will shudder, and he was desperate now for climax. He kept going, thrusting and grinding as hard as he could, baring his teeth as he hissed, “Fuck, I wanna come. For fuck’s sake, let me come!”

Mr. Heiss grabbed Will’s cock, squeezing hard. “Not before me.”

“Better hurry,” Serabus taunted, sliding his still hard cock in and out slowly. “Mmm, fuck… look at all that… You’re going to be dripping for days…”

Will hated that he liked being this wet and getting fucked so brutally, but he was too focused on getting off to care. His thighs were burning from the effort, his stomach near cramping, but he refused to give up.

He arched his back, grabbing a hold of Mr. Heiss’ thick horns and slamming himself down with all of his strength. Over and over until his ass was smacking against Mr. Heiss’ thighs, his head tipping back with a wild sob of pleasure. Both cocks were so thick, so hot, and his hole was throbbing from taking on so much. He couldn’t stop, but he couldn’t come until Mr. Heiss did, but oh, yeah, fuck, it was so good-

“Mmm, fuck,” Mr. Heiss murmured, soft and sweet, his hips forcefully jerking up as he came, unleashing another thick load of hot come inside of Will. He started jerking Will off, stroking him quickly as he demanded, “There, now, come. Come for me, Will.”

“Fuck!” Will screamed, all of the pressure that had been building twisting together until his vision blurred and finally letting go as he came. He watched his cock spurt all over Mr. Heiss’ clawed fingers, and he continued to rock and grind his ass down to keep the blissful momentum going.

Serabus was pulling away all too soon, but not before giving Will’s ass one more mean smack. He cleaned himself up with a quick wave of his hand, groaning with deep satisfaction. “Well, Mr. Heiss… that was pretty damn awesome.”

Will collapsed against Mr. Heiss’ chest, still holding onto one of his horns as he wheezed, still not certain that he wasn’t going to pass out. He could feel the come dripping out of him, and his hole was still tender from what he’d just done.

Mr. Heiss politely pried Will’s hand from his horn, dragging his claws through his curly hair with a low grunt. “Will has… much potential.”

“Mmm, well, if you ever get tired of him, I’d be more than happy to take him,” Serabus said, winking slyly.

“Doubtful,” Mr. Heiss snorted.

“Thanks for the fuck. Mmm, I’ll be back for seconds sometime.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Will said nothing, but he huddled in closer to Mr. Heiss.

“See ya’.” Serabus gave a little salute and walked over to the wall where a door magically appeared. Once he shut it behind him, it disappeared.

Will’s pulse had returned to mostly normal levels, and he let out a long sigh. Mr. Heiss was still inside of him, relentlessly hard, and he didn’t know if he would be expected to go again. He chose to remain silent, and he was surprised by Mr. Heiss’ rubbing his sore cheeks.

“Mmm…. you were quite lovely,” Mr. Heiss praised. “I can’t even count how many beautiful little handprints Serabus left on you.” He rolled his hips upwards, making Will whimper. “I simply can’t have that…”

“What, what do you mean?” Will dared to ask, whimpering again as Mr. Heiss started thrusting up into him. Fuck, this guy was insatiable. The slow pace felt nice, and he clenched around Mr. Heiss’ thick cock with a little moan. Yeah, they were really going again.

“Clearly I need to leave more marks on you than he did,” Mr. Heiss said as if this was obvious. “Just in case you forget who you belong to.” He smirked. “You’re welcome to hold my horns again if you think it will help you. Either way, you should ready yourself because I’m not done with you.”


Writing All The Things

Completed Projects

A Cold Hard Collection: LIVE NOW!

Last One To Let You Down: LIVE NOW! 

Kraken My Heart: ACCEPTED! Editing to begin soon!

Head Over Tentacles: ACCEPTED! Awaiting editing!

 Wishes For Rohi: Awaiting Editing! (Heavy Edits)

Love Included, Heart Not Required: Awaiting Editing!


Current Projects

Sucker For Love #4: 13/15 (rought draft)

Gods #1 (Untitled): 1/15 (rough draft)


Future Projects

Last One to Let You Down: ???

CHC Series: On Hiatus

The Yawn Of Churchyards: On Hiatus



For those who haven’t been paying attention, I’m very tired. I’m super dee duper excited and beyond proud of how well both of my new releases are doing, but I am exhaustedddd. Prepping and pimping just one new release is a lot of work – two has been nuts! If I can help it, this is not something I plan on doing again. Ever. Maybe. Hopefully.

As I recover from new release crazy person land, I’m finishing up the rough draft for Sucker for Love #4, tentatively titled Nautilus Than Perfect. Yes, I love puns. Kraken My Heart and Head Over Tentacles were BOTH accepted by my publisher, and editing for Kraken will begin soon. When I get any and all release information, I will let you guys know! I’m also getting ready to start a new series with the amazing Jennifer Griffin. It’s going to be our take on modern gods with lots of BDSM and sexy times and whew, it’s some hot stuff. I can’t wait for you guys to see what we have planned!

Looking wayyy into the future, I’m still trying to decide when to start on what will be the beginning of the end for Cold Hard Cash. I know how much you guys all love Jimmy and Boss Cold, but I think their story is nearly done. I don’t want them to wear out their welcome or any of that, plus it gives me a chance to write more sexy mafia shenanigans and meet some new faces. And maybe, just maaaaybe, there’ll be some familiar ones along the way.

One quick note about the heavy edits for Wishes For Rohi. This is also the start of another series called Jinn and Tonic (what is that, three now? Sucker For Love, Cold Hard Cash, Gods, and Jinn and Tonic. Wait, shit, that’s FOUR!), but my plans for it have changed. This is a sexy fantasy story with mpreg and omegaverse elements, but I left the mpreg/mating process very vague and sort of meh? For the sake of clarity and making this book’s universe hold water as it goes on, yeah, I gotta do some heavy rewrites.

At least the cover is done? And oh, is it SEXY.

Maybe a reveal soooooon.

Hope you’re enjoying all the new releases, and I should hopefully have one more book out by the end of the year!


Sexy Saturday 10/31/2020

Happy Halloween, my darlings! I hope everyone is having a wonderful and fun holiday so far! I mean. It’s like ten in the morning. But whatever. Anyway!

Today’s Sexy Saturday is a very special Halloween treat starring Boss Cold and Jimmy. Happy reading!

Warnings: NSFW/spanking/orgasm denial/rough sex/really bad pun costume XD



Jimmy Poe’s Halloween costume was as sexy as it was clever. Once he put it on, however, he wasn’t sure if Cold was going to let him leave the house wearing it.

Rowena was hosting a party at La Belle tonight, and she was expecting them to arrive within the hour. Costumes were mandatory, and Jimmy was excited to see what all the Gentlemen would be dressed up as.

Cold did not seem particularly enthused about the party, and his costume was only a simple masquerade mask. It was painted blue and silver to match the sharp navy blue pinstripe he’d chosen for this evening.

Jimmy thought the mask looked mysterious and beautiful, perfect for his stoic lover.

His own costume, however, was a bit more revealing.

It started with a pair of black lace panties that hugged his hips and was barely enough material to hold his cock and balls. He then put on black fishnet stockings, pulled high up on his waist. Over that, he wore a black silken slip with a white sash over his shoulder.

Last but certainly not least, he’d discovered he and Rowena wore the same shoe size and had borrowed a slick pair of black pumps.

The slip barely covered his ass, and he would certainly flash someone if he tried to bend over. His legs looked longer with the heels on, and he loved how sexy he felt with the stockings clinging to his thighs.

After doing a few twirls around in the bathroom mirror, he still didn’t know if Cold would approve.

Only one way to find out.

He strutted out into the bedroom, finding Cold sitting on the bench in front of their bed.

Cold was adjusting the laces on his shoes, but he stopped when Jimmy came strolling toward him. His eyes widened, purposefully looking down his legs and back up to his face. He cleared his throat, asking calmly, “And what are you supposed to be?”

“I’m a Freudian slip,” Jimmy explained, gesturing to his sash. “See? It says ‘Freudian’, and I’m wearing a slip.” He teetered in his heels, cocking his hip to help him stay balanced. “Do you like it?”

“Mm, I don’t suppose you have any other costumes?””

“No, just this one.”

“Absolutely sure?”

“This is it. Why?”

“Because if you insist on wearing that, we’re going to be very late to the party.” Cold stood up and slowly began to stalk over to Jimmy.

“And why is that?” Jimmy asked, his pulse starting to race. He knew that look on Cold’s face very well, and he could feel the energy between them growing tense.

“Because I’m about to ruin it thoroughly and you’ll have to come up with something else to wear.”

“Oh, really?” Jimmy held his head high, heat rising in his loins from the ravenous way Cold was staring him down.

“Absolutely.” Cold snatched a handful of Jimmy’s hair and dragged him into a rough kiss.

Gasping, Jimmy grabbed onto Cold’s jacket to steady himself. The forceful kiss had nearly knocked him over. His scalp was lit up with sensation, and he groaned when Cold grabbed his ass, his nails dragging over the stockings.

Jimmy’s cock was getting hard, and he knew he was about to pop out of his panties at any second. He could feel Cold’s own fat cock pressing into him as they kissed, and he shuddered pleasurably.

They were definitely going to be late.

“Did you really think you could dress like that? Hmm?” Cold growled breathlessly in Jimmy’s ear. “And I wouldn’t want to fuck you on sight?”

“Didn’t think you were such a fan of corny psychology jokes,” Jimmy panted, grinning wide.

“Oh, you little brat,” Cold hissed. He gave Jimmy’s hair another pull and bit at his jaw. “Safe word?”

“But the party-!”

“Safe word, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy took a deep breath. “Ice.”

“Good boy.” Cold smiled wickedly. “I wonder if I’ll give you a trick or a treat…”

“I want a treat. I’ll be so good, sir,” Jimmy promised, letting the submissive haze wash over him and cloud his thoughts. “I’ll be very good.”

“We’ll see.” Cold stepped over to the bedside table to retrieve lube and a thick plug. He sat back on the bench, placing the items within arms reach and patted his thigh. “Come along, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy stepped out of his shoes to slink into Cold’s lap, rocking his hips forward slowly. “Mm, I’m sorry you don’t like my costume, sir.”

“Oh, on the contrary, I love it.” Cold pulled Jimmy’s slip up and ran his hands over his ass. “But this particular vision of you is one that I plan on keeping all to myself. No one else should see you like this… this is for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“It was only foolish of you to think that I would share it,” Cold went on, rearing back and smacking Jimmy’s ass.

Hips jerking forward, Jimmy whimpered quietly. The quick flash of pain was intoxicating, and he wanted more.

“You belong to me. Always.” Cold slapped his ass again, harder this time.

“Y-yes, sir,” Jimmy groaned. His cock was throbbing already, and the stinging burn in his cheeks was overwhelming. Cold wasn’t holding back at all, and Jimmy could feel tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m yours.”

Cold spanked him again and again without mercy, leaving Jimmy sobbing against his shoulder. He finally relented to rub Jimmy’s raw cheeks, soothing, “There… there you go, my sweet boy. You took those so well.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy gasped, arching his back with a soft groan. He was probably going to be bruised tomorrow. “Mmm, I’m so sorry. So very sorry.”

”I know you are, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, sliding his fingers down the cleft of Jimmy’s ass. “It’s alright. You’re going to make it up to me.”

“Whatever you want, sir.”

“Get in bed. On your hands and knees.”

“Yes, sir.” Jinny’s legs were wobbly as he got up, crawling into bed to get into position as ordered. He could feel his pulse pounding in his tender cheeks, and his panties were damp from his leaking cock.

He’d expected some sort of reaction from Cold, but nothing like this.

This was absolutely incredible.

Before he could catch his breath, Cold was suddenly on top of him, pushing him flat against the bed. He couldn’t move, easily pinned down by Cold’s weight with no way to escape. “Mmm, sir!”

Cold pushed the slip out of his way and went right for Jimmy’s stockings, tearing a giant hole in them. He pulled at Jimmy’s panties, ripping them out of his way as he spread Jimmy’s cheeks wide. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this far more than I expected.”

Jimmy couldn’t explain it, but having Cold literally tear his clothes off was insanely hot. He felt so small and vulnerable like this, trapped beneath him and completely at his mercy. There was nothing he could do, and he fucking loved it.

“Yes, sir. Please. Please take me.”

Cold slicked up his fingers, pushing two right inside of Jimmy’s tight ass. “You’re in no position to make demands, Mr. Poe.”

“Please!” Jimmy cried, trying to grind back on Cold’s hand. Those fingers were fucking into him so fast that it ached, and he could feel the lace of his ruined panties tugging at his groin as they were pulled aside.

Cold continued to finger Jimmy roughly, pushing down on his prostate hard enough to make him moan. He whipped his other hand back to crack his palm across Jimmy’s ass, and he taunted, “Maybe I should let you go to the party like this, hmmm?”

“Oh, God. Sir, please, no,” Jimmy whined, his face hearing up until it was scorching. “Not like this.”

“Your pretty little stockings all torn up, your panties ripped off… mmm, maybe I’ll come all over you, and you can walk around all night with this slip sticking to your ass.” Cold sounded as if he liked that idea, chuckling low to himself.

“Fuck.” Jimmy moaned when Cold spanked him again, rocking his leaking cock down into the bed. “No, sir. Please. Don’t do that.”

“I’ll do whatever I want, Mr. Poe.” Cold pulled his fingers away, now pressing the tip of his thick cock up against Jimmy’s asshole. He rubbed himself back and forth, playing in all the wetness but not yet pushing inside. “Maybe I’ll come in you instead… keep your little hole plugged so you don’t forget who you belong to while you’re busy showing off.”

Jimmy hated how much he actually liked those ideas, his shame smoldering deep inside of his loins and fueling the frantic rolls of his hips. He felt so dirty with the ripped up fragments of his lingerie still clinging to his body, well aware that Cold was going to fuck him just like this.

God, he wanted it so badly.

He didn’t care about the party or what he was going to wear – this outfit was totally ruined – his only thoughts were overflowing with the desire for Cold to fuck him hard, to take him fast.

For once, Cold seemed to be on the same page as Jimmy and was already shoving his cock inside, foregoing his usually tortuous teasing. “Mmm, yes… there you go. You always take my cock so well, Mr. Poe.”

“Yes, sir!” Jimmy cried out, groaning happily as Cold pushed in deep. He felt even bigger in this position, and all Jimmy could do was try to spread his legs to ease the intense pressure. The stretch was right on the precipice of pain, and he loved feeling this stuffed. “God, yes…”

Cold twisted the torn panties and fishnets in his hand, keeping them pulled up and out of his way as he started to thrust. His other hand pressed into the small of Jimmy’s back, holding him firmly in place.

Jimmy couldn’t help but struggle, loving the feeling of being immediately overpowered and held down. He wanted Cold to use him, to take all that he wanted from his body, and fuck – hearing the stockings rip again made him shiver.

“Such a good boy,” Cold breathed, leaning over Jimmy now and biting at his shoulder. “Such a very good boy for me… I knew I was going to fuck you the moment you walked out. You looked incredible.”

“Ah, thank you, sir,” Jimmy mewled. He groaned loudly as Cold pounded into him harder, chanting, “Fuck, thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Cold fucked him even more brutally, the force of his slams making the entire bed shake. He latched onto the side of Jimmy’s neck, biting down as he came, growling low. He continued to thrust, unloading as deep as he could as he hissed, “Mine…”

“Yours,” Jimmy whispered, sobbing softly. He was sore, and he could feel the hot swell of Cold’s cock as he filled him. He was trembling from head to toe, and he couldn’t remember the last time Cold had fucked him like this.

God, it had been far too long.

Cold kissed Jimmy’s neck where he’d bitten him so roughly. “Mmm, that was… exceptional.” He pulled out but didn’t leave Jimmy empty for long, sliding the plug into place.

Jimmy clenched around it with a little whimper, asking hopefully, “Exceptional enough to come?”

“Mmm. I don’t think so,” Cold replied, winking slyly as he slid off the bed and starting to clean himself up. “You need to get dressed, and we need to get going to the party.”

“What?” Jimmy pouted, wincing as he sat up. The plug shifted inside of him and made him moan involuntarily, struggling to wiggle out of his torn lingerie. He pulled the slip over his head threw it angrily on the floor. “Come on. I was good, wasn’t I?”

“You were wonderful, but I’m still quite unhappy with your choice of costume.” Cold smirked, glancing over his naked skin appreciatively. “To think you would have worn that out in public, teasing me with your beautiful body like that.”

“Oh, you’re so mean.” Jimmy’s cock was so hard that it hurt, and he gasped as he got to his feet, the plug moving against his prostate. “I really can’t come until after the party?”

“We’ll just have to see.” Cold looked absolutely smug. “Now, we need to see about getting you a costume. I suppose you could put on one of your suits and go as a vampire’s victim…”

Jimmy’s hand shot up to his neck where Cold had bit him, laughing. “Oh, no. You didn’t!”

“Oh, but I did.” Cold grabbed Jimmy’s chin, tilting his head to the side to admire his work. “Mmm, a few splatters of fake blood, and you’ll be all set. It’s very convincing.”

“Can I please come before we go?” Jimmy asked, reaching out to hold Cold’s wrist. “Please, Rod?”

“Do you really think you deserve a treat instead of a trick?”

“Come on. My Freudian slip costume was funny. It was also slutty, but still very funny.” Jimmy gave Cold his absolute best puppy dog face. “Please?”

Cold pretended to think for a long moment before pouncing back on top of Jimmy. He kissed his way down his lean stomach, on a direct course for Jimmy’s cock.

Jimmy sagged against the bed in relief, glad that he was going to finally come. He was so turned on that he felt jittery, and he didn’t think he could have made it all night, not without going insane.

His hole was still pleasantly sore from getting righteously fucked earlier, and he clenched down on the plug go chase the feeling. He could feel Cold’s breath right there on his cock, so wet and sensitive, and he knew he wouldn’t last long.

God, but while it did, it would be fantastic.

Just as Cold was about to take Jimmy into his mouth, he suddenly stopped. “Oh, hmm. I’m afraid we’ll be late if we don’t leave in the next six minutes.” He smacked Jimmy’s thigh. “Come along.”

“Oh, now that was totally unnecessary!” Jimmy complained, groaning loudly in frustration. “You tricked me!”

“I’m just getting into the Halloween spirit,” Cold teased. “If you hurry, maybe I’ll let you jerk off in the limo on the way there.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Happy Halloween, Jimmy.”


Sexy Saturday 10/25/2020

Happy Sexy Sunday! XD

Thanks for all your well wishes and for your patience – I’m feeling a little better today, and I hope you guys enjoy the post! We’re following up with Will again and seeing what sort of mischief he’s gotten himself into with Mr. Heiss and Serabus. I really do enjoy writing these guys, and I hope you like them, too!

CHC: The Collection comes out THIS FRIDAY! I’ll have a cover reveal up as soon as it’s available, and yes – it will be going to KU! <333

The Last One to Let You Down is still a few weeks away, but you can still snag a preorder copy of my very FIRST self-published book! Woo woo!

I’ll keep you guys posted for more exciting stuff and now – for the demonic sexy times!

Warnings: NSFW/rough sexy times/Will can’t keep his mouth shut/etc (also forgive typos, I edited under the influence of cough medicine)



“Happy to hear it,” Serabus said as he petted Will’s hair. “I can certainly appreciate a well-trained human.”

Will grunted as Mr. Heiss pushed him across the desk, bringing his face right to Serabus’ cock. Mr. Heiss was pressing on top of him, still pounding into him without any signs of slowing down.

“Go on, Will,” Mr. Heiss urged. “Suck him.”

“Yes, sir,” Will hissed, letting out a loud cry from a particularly mean slam. It was maddening how fast and hard Mr. Heiss was fucking him, and the brutal rhythm never faltered. He could feel his whole body jerking with every thrust, and he fought to brace himself on the edge of the desk.

“Mmm, he takes it so well,” Serabus praised, winding his fingers through Will’s hair. He stroked the head of his cock over Will’s lower lip before slowly pushing into his mouth. “There we go. Go on.”

Will wrapped his lips around Serabus, sucking him hard as he started to thrust. Serabus’ cock immediately hit the back of Will’s throat, and he almost choked. He swallowed, fighting the urge and moaning stubbornly.

He could take this. He wasn’t going to let these demons break him that easily. He was going to show them both what a little human could do.

Sliding his tongue down Serabus’ shaft, Will tilted his head so his thick cock could thrust into his mouth more easily. He started bobbing his head to meet him and take control of the pace, still sucking frantically as his tongue went to work.

“Ohhh,” Serabus gasped, tugging at Will’s hair. He had stopped thrusting for a moment and let Will take him as he wanted. “Oh, yes. Fuck, yes. Mm, yes, just like that. Just like that.”

Mr. Heiss had slowed down as well, rolling his powerful hips to push deep inside of Will and hold himself there. He bowed his head down, his bright eyes watching Will intently. “Very good, pet.”

Will took full advantage of being given such freedom, sucking Serabus’ earnestly as he rocked back on Mr. Heiss’ cock. He couldn’t move much, but he grinded his ass up against him as hard as he could, pushing until the sensation made him whimper.

His cheeks and jaw were starting to throb, but Serabus was making the most delicious sounds. It filled Will with a strange sense of pride knowing he was making a demon whimper and groan like that, and he dared to reach up to grab Serabus’ hip to bring him closer.

“Oh, Mr. Heiss,” Serabus purred in delight, gasping sharply. “He is fuckin’ magnificent.”

“I know,” Mr. Heiss grunted. “Wait until you try his sweet little hole.”

Will felt a fresh wave of warmth light up his face, realizing that Mr. Heiss was offering him up like a party favor to be passed around. The very thought filled his loins with white hot heat, and he sucked Serabus more eagerly.

Fuck it, yes, he’d take it. He’d take Serabus and whoever else Mr. Heiss wanted him to. He’d never been this turned on before, and he wanted more.

He moaned when Mr. Heiss started fucking him again, and he could feel his claws digging into his tender cheeks. He lifted his hips up, trying to take him deeper, and groaned shamelessly as Serabus began to fuck his mouth again.

Will was helpless to stop them, caught between the thick cock pounding away at his hole and the one slamming down his throat. All he could do was try to take it, sobbing as the pleasure of being used so roughly flirted with near agony.

He felt Mr. Heiss’ cock swell as he came inside of him, flooding his ass with a searing heat. He started to sob and tried to break away from Serabus, but the demon held him firmly in place.

“There, little one,” Mr. Heiss growled, pinning Will’s hips against the desk as he continued to pump his fat load. “There you go… take all of it.”

Will’s thighs were trying to close, instinctively pushing Mr. Heiss away, but he couldn’t move. He could feel his insides aching from the pressure of being so unnaturally full, and he whimpered as Serabus suddenly came in his mouth.

“Fuck!” Serabus groaned, holding onto Will’s hair and pulling out to finish across his face.

Will grimaced as a hot splatter hit his cheek and his chin. He wanted to turn away, but Serabus wouldn’t let go of him. He panted hard, taking the opportunity to catch his breath.

“Good boy,” Mr. Heiss praised, circling his hips and making Will squirm.

Will made a small sound and flopped limply against the desk. He was exhausted, sore, and his own cock was still painfully hard. He wanted to come so badly, but he didn’t dare touch himself yet.

He had a feeling the demons weren’t done with him.

“Clean yourself up,” Mr. Heiss commanded, lifting himself off of Will. He slowly pulled out and sat back in his chair, dragging his claws down Will’s thighs.

Will hissed at the faint sting, closing his eyes as he felt a dribble of come leak out of him. Fuck, he was so full, and he didn’t want to move. He was certain that more would spill, but he had to do as he was asked.

He wiped off his face with the heel of his hand, lapping the come off his fingers with a soft sigh.

“He really is fantastic,” Serabus said, stroking his spent cock slowly. “Mmm, you ever get tired of him, you let me know.”

“That is very doubtful,“ Mr. Heiss said with a snort. “I am confident that Will is going to keep me entertained for quite some time.”

When Will was done cleaning up his face, he laid his head down to rest while he could. He knew the break wouldn’t last long.

“I wanna fuck him,” Serabus said, reaching out for Will’s arms to pull him up. “Come here. Sit up and spread those pretty legs for me.”

Will clumsily got into position, his ass teetering on the edge of the desk as Serabus moved up between his thighs. He leaned back to brace himself, groaning quietly as Serabus began to push his thick cock inside of him.

Fuck, he just slid right in, Will’s ass still so wet and open from Mr. Heiss using him so thoroughly. The discomfort was minimal, and it felt good to be so full again.

Serabus squeezed Will’s thighs, thrusting in and out slowly. “Oh, yes.” He smirked and leaned in to nuzzle Will’s cheek. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Will was surprised by the affection, and he struggled to reply. He was too hot, too sensitive, and fuck, did Serabus’ tortuously slow pace feel good. “It’s.. it’s okay.”

“Just okay?” Serabus pretended to pout. “Look at how hard you are. I think it’s a bit more than ‘okay’. Never had anyone fuck you like this before, have you?”

“No,” Will whispered, his eyes fluttering as Serabus pushed in deep. This position made it almost unbearable, and Will’s legs began to tremble. He had to move, had to create some kind of friction, and he tried grinding forward. “I just… I need…”

“What?” Serabus taunted, pulling out a few inches and watching Will trying to follow. “Tell me what you need, little human.”

“Use your words, Will,” Mr. Heiss ordered. He was still seated in his chair, cleaned up and tucked away as if nothing had happened. He sounded sort of bored, if Will was being honest.

“I need to come,” Will said abruptly, shame creeping up his spine. “I need you to fuck me… so I can come.”

“Was that so hard?” Serabus chuckled. He rested his hips back and slammed forward, the first thrust forcing Will to fall back against the desk.

“Ah, fuck!” Will moaned, scrambling to reach down and grab the edge of the desk to keep himself from scooting back as Serabus starting thrusting. Their bodies were slapping together with incredible force, and Will was crying with every mean slam.

The stretch was intense, and his eyes were starting to tear up. Serabus was keeping his legs spread wide, and he was fucking him so hard, so deep, that he didn’t know how much he could take. He felt like his body was going to split right in half, but he didn’t want to stop.

Not even in his wildest dreams had anyone fucked him like this, and there was something so hot about Mr. Heiss sitting right there behind him just watching silently. He wondered if Mr. Heiss really didn’t care about someone else fucking his pet or if it was possible to make a demon jealous.

He couldn’t resist the urge, suddenly moaning, “Oh, Serabus, yes! Please! Fuck! Your cock feels so good! I’ve never felt anything, mm, like it!”

Mr. Heiss shifted in the chair, the leather squeaking, but said nothing.

“Ah, God!” Will arched his back off the desk, groaning shamelessly again. “Fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, come on. Mmmm, fuck… Give it to me, Serabus!”

“Like that, hmmm?” Serabus growled, grabbing Will’s hips and pulling him down on his thick cock. “Fuck, listen to you… such a fuckin’ slut for it.”

“Yes,” Will gasped brokenly. “I’m a slut… I’m your slut…! God, don’t stop! Please don’t stop! Serabus, please-!” There was a firm hand suddenly pressed over his mouth, silencing his moans.

It was Mr. Heiss, leaning forward in his chair to hiss in Will’s ear, “Having fun, are we?”

Will laughed. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t believe it had actually worked. His laughter was lost in another moan when Serabus thrusted deep, and he tilted his head back to look at Mr. Heiss. “Mmmmph?”

“Well, we’ll see how much you like it when we both fuck you at the same time,” Mr. Heiss said with a wicked smile.

“Mmm?!” Will shook his head.

“You heard me,” Mr. Heiss purred cruelly, withdrawing his hand and lightly smacking Will’s cheek. “Not so funny now, is it?”

“Oh, it’s just hilarious,” Will panted defiantly. “Because, heh, I was still right.”

“Enjoy whatever little victory you’ve imagined for yourself while you can,” Mr. Heiss said as he stood up. “In a few moments, I can promise you that laughing is going to be the very last thing on your mind.”


Sexy Saturday 10/17/2020

Happy Sexy Saturday, my darlings! Woo-woo! Cold Hard Cash: The Collection comes out 10/30/20 and The Last One to Let You Down will be coming out 11/13/20 – my very FIRST self-published release! Woo-hooooo! I’m so excited to share all the sexy things with you guys!

But right now, we’re checking back in with Will and Mr. Heiss, and things are gonna get a bit more interesting… This is a direct continuation from the week before last, so just search the group for “Sexy Saturday” to catch up if you haven’t read the others! Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, butt sex, dub-con, exhibitionism, spanking, desk sex, probably gonna be a threeway


“Next time,” Will scoffed as he pulled the thin sheet of fabric around himself. “And when exactly will that be?”

“Whenever I want,” Mr. Heiss replied simply. He grabbed Will’s hips and lifted him up, turning to place him on the desk in front of him.

It happened so quickly that Will didn’t have time to protest, catching himself on his hands so he didn’t just flop across the desk. He gasped as Mr. Heiss roughly spread his legs and held them apart.

Fuck, that had no right to be that hot.

“Mm, you enjoyed yourself, did you?” Mr. Heiss asked, admiring how Will’s cock was tenting the thin fabric.

“No,” Will said firmly. He hated that he was hard. Maybe it was out of fear or some lingering tension from the way he‘d been used…

Or perhaps it was because he had liked it.

“Liar,” Mr. Heiss taunted.

“You a mind reader?” Will demanded, shuddering as Mr. Heiss’ claws dug into his inner thighs.

“No, but I don’t need to be,” Mr. Heiss replied. “You’re very poor at being dishonest. I wonder how you were able to lure those men away, hmm?”

Will tilted his head coyly, running a hand up through his curly hair and giving Mr. Heiss his most innocent smile.

“Ha!” Mr. Heiss laughed as he pushed the fabric out of his way. “Mm, that is rather good.”

Dropping the sweet expression, Will scowled. “Just good? Come on. Do you know how many times that’s worked?”

“At least seven.” Mr. Heiss lightly traced a single claw up Will’s shaft.

Will closed his eyes, turning his head away with a snort. He didn’t know what Mr. Heiss was doing until he felt warm, wet heat all around his cock. He cried out in surprise, staring down at the demon’s head buried between his legs. “What, what the fuck?”

Mr. Heiss ignored him, effortlessly taking his cock all the way down his throat and sucking hard.

Will groaned, his hips bucking upwards as he started to pant. He’d never felt such unrelenting friction, and it was incredible. As much as he despised both his current predicament and Mr. Heiss, he couldn’t deny the pleasure he was giving him.

The heat was almost painful, but Will liked it. He reached down to grab one of Mr. Heiss’ horns, holding him in place. He rocked his hips up, moaning, “Yes, fuck! Mmm!”

Mr. Heiss didn’t seem to mind the rough treatment, continuing to deep throat every inch of Will without ever stopping to take a breath. He was eager, hungry, and his claws kept Will’s legs firmly apart as he sucked him.

“Mmm, yes,” Will groaned, feeling the pressure inside of him starting to wind up. He was getting hot, panting harder and faster, and he was almost there.

Fuck all of this crazy ass day. Fuck it all. It had been weird and miserable and humiliating, but at least he was gonna come-

There was suddenly a loud knock.

Mr. Heiss growled, his head popping off and staring angrily at the far wall. He took a deep breath to power a furious roar, shouting, “What?”

“It’s Serabus,” a smooth voice called out. “Bad time, Heiss?”

Baring his teeth, Mr. Heiss seemed to be considering his options. He huffed and finally snapped back, “Enter.”

A door appeared where there had been none, and a young man with blood red hair walked in. He was handsome with delicate features, and he was dressed all in white. He also had horns, small curly ones peeking out from his bright hair.

Other than the horns, he actually looked quite human.

“High Prince Absolis wanted to send his personal thanks for your support,” Serabus said as he swept into the room. “Mr. Parker’s soul is quite the prize.”

Will eyed the door, but it vanished as soon as Serabus was inside. So much for an escape. He grabbed for the fabric to try and cover himself up, but Mr. Heiss grabbed his hand.

“It is,” Mr. Heiss agreed, keeping Will’s hand down by his side as he spoke, “but next time, make sure your demon knows what side of the territory line she’s on.”

“Oh, she knew,” Serabus said with a dismissive wave.

“Hmmph.” Mr. Heiss twisted Will’s arm, forcing him to roll over on his stomach.

Will didn’t struggle, and he let Mr. Heiss slide him back until his feet hit the floor. A quick pull of the chain attached to his collar forced his head down, effectively bending his body over the edge of the desk.

His pulse began to pound, and he wondered what Mr. Heiss was going to do to him. He felt a little less exposed like this, but he didn’t like the other demon being here.

“She also knew how vital Mr. Parker’s soul would be to our operation,” Serabus went on. He never once looked at Will, and all of his attention was focused only on Mr. Heiss. “I told her to get his signature at any price.”

“While I appreciate such a valuable addition, you almost started a war,” Mr. Heiss said as he stood up from his chair. He grabbed a hold of Will’s ass, spreading his cheeks as his clawed thumbs dug in.

“Oh, please.” Serabus laughed. “As if Mr. Kalt was actually going to do anything.”

“He could have. You have no guarantee that he wouldn’t have tried something to save face from this obvious insult. His vanity is legendary.”

“Yes, but he doesn’t have the numbers we do.”

As the demons talked, Will could feel Mr. Heiss’ cock pressing against him. It was hard again, hot and slick, sliding up the cleft of his ass. His heart somersaulted, and he felt his entire body clench up.

No, Mr. Heiss wouldn’t…

Not here, not with that other demon watching!

A lick of shame made his own cock throb where it was trapped beneath his stomach, and he tried to push himself up on the desk.

“It doesn’t matter,” Mr. Heiss said sharply, pushing Will’s head back down. He rocked his hips, the head of his cock catching on Will’s hole and starting to press in. “We would have won, but at what cost?”

Will hissed from the sting of penetration and gritted his teeth to stop from crying out. He could feel himself stretching rapidly, and it burned like hell. He could feel that his asshole was wet, practically dripping now, but he hadn’t seen Mr. Heiss grab any kind of lubricant.

“It would have been minimal!” Serabus argued, crossing his arms with a little pout.

“Minimal is not acceptable,” Mr. Heiss said, still perfectly calm even as he kept pushing his cock inside of Will. “Even one demon’s life is not worth wasting over one mortal soul.”

Will’s pain was manageable at first, but fuck, Mr. Heiss was just so thick. Even with all the mysterious slick easing the way, being filled so quickly was overwhelming. He’d never had anything this big inside of him, and he couldn’t help how he tensed up. His body was warring between fighting the new intrusion and wanting more, and he finally let out a soft moan.

“But it’s… oh!” Serabus blinked, seeming to see Will for the first time. He smirked, asking, “Your new pet?”

Mr. Heiss slammed forward, forcing Will to moan again. “Yes.“

“He smells delicious.”

“Don’t change the subject,” Mr. Heiss growled, leaning over Will as he started to thrust.

Will groaned desperately, arching his hips and fighting to find any position that would help relieve some of the pressure. His hole was throbbing, and he swore he could feel Mr. Heiss up in his damn stomach. Every slam was making him tremble, the pain dancing with bliss, and he knew then no one was ever going to fuck him like this again.

As he finally began to relax, the pain faded away, leaving only the wicked pleasure of getting fucked wide open by Mr. Heiss’ huge cock. He felt so *loose, and he whimpered, savoring the wet slide of Mr. Heiss’ cock as it moved in and out of him, plunging deep and hitting all sorts of nerves he never even knew he had. Knowing Serabus was watching them set his face on fire, and he buried his face down into the desk.

“Just admiring him,” Serabus said innocently. “I do think it’s very sweet how you adopt little humans to play with. He is a pretty one, hmm?”

Mr. Heiss grabbed Will’s collar, jerking his head up and forcing him to look up at Serabus. “Oh, yes.” He pulled harder until Will’s back was curling. “He is beautiful.”

Will’s eyes began to tear up, whining shamefully as Mr. Heiss fucked him harder. The new angle was making him ache, and he felt like he was going to break with the way Mr. Heiss was pounding into him now.

“Mm, very.” Serabus reached down to palm his crotch, gazing over Will with a sly little smile.

“He has a very talented little mouth,” Mr. Heiss said, his voice sounding a bit breathless. “Help yourself.”

“Oh, come on,” Will groaned irritably. He shook his head, trying to pull away from Mr. Heiss’ grip. “This is getting ridiculous! You can’t expect me to-ow, fuck!” He sobbed as Mr. Heiss spanked his ass viciously. Another slap made him drop down on the desk. “Fuck, okay, okay! I’ll be good!”

Mr. Heiss pushed his cock in all the way, bowing his head to whisper angrily in Will’s ear, “If I want you to fuck the whole of King Lucifer’s army, you will be grateful for the opportunity to serve me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Will replied weakly. This was really happening now. As if being fucked by one demon wasn’t bad enough, now he was going to take on two at the same. This was horrible, humiliating…

And exciting.

Will couldn’t help the raw desire burning down in his loins at the idea of being used like this. He refused to show it, but he had never been so turned on before. He licked his lips, moaning quietly as Mr. Heiss began to thrust again.

Serabus had moved to stand in front of Will and had already pulled out his cock. It was another unnatural monster like Mr. Heiss’ own, and Serabus stroked himself slowly. “Oh, he’s a feisty one, hmm?”

“Don’t worry,” Mr. Heiss assured him. “I’m working on teaching young Will here some proper manners. He will be on his best behavior for you.” He slapped Will’s ass again and punctuated his words with cruel slams. “Aren’t you, Will?”

“Yes! Yes, sir!”


Sexy Saturday 10/10/2020

Happy Sexy Saturday, darlings! Ahhh, I’m so very excited! I have FOUR books out in submission land, and I’m dyingggg to hear something back from my publishers! CHC: Collection has been accepted, but I’m still waiting for that pesky release date. I hope I have good news to share with you all soon!

For today’s post, we’re gonna see what Tom and Cypress from my latest submission are up to! For any of my new members who not know these fellas, this is the story of a lonely undertaker, Tom, who falls for a very dominating florist, Cypress. Hope you guys like it!

Warnings: NSFW/spanking/fingering/dirty talk



Cypress held him as they kissed, palming his ass and squeezing lightly. He brushed their noses together, asking quietly, “Safe word?”

“Calvarium clamp,” Tom replied dutifully.

“Good boy,” Cypress murmured. “Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes, please,” Tom said urgently. He couldn’t explain why, but there was a sudden chasm opening up inside of him, and he was quickly overwhelmed with need. “I want you. I want you to make it all go away. Please.” Tom didn’t even know what he was saying. It just kept tumbling out. “I need it to hurt. I need to feel it. I need to make it stop. I just want it all to stop.”

“Hey, hey,” Cypress soothed, his hands gliding up Tom’s back. “Easy… Tom? Look at me.”

Tom hadn’t even realized that his eyes were filling with tears until he met Cypress’ gaze. He had to blink them away to see clearly. He felt completely undone, and they hadn’t even started. He was ashamed, and yet he only found a deep understanding when he looked in Cypress’ eyes.

“You’ve been carrying too much for far too long,” Cypress said quietly. “I thought about not punishing you, but maybe I should.”

“For what?”

“For not taking care of yourself,” Cypress said. “From now on, I want you to tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. Not just what you did at work today, but how it made you feel.”

“I don’t… I don’t know how,” Tom whispered.

“You’ll learn,” Cypress promised, offering a cheeky little smile. “It seems that I have more to teach you than I thought.”

Tom managed to smile back, sagging against Cypress’ chest as they kissed again. The uneasy feeling was slipping away, sucked into Cypress’ hot mouth and the smooth touch of his hands moving all over his body.

The first crack of Cypress’ hand on his ass startled him, making his hips jerk forward.

“You can’t keep all of these feelings inside,” Cypress said sternly. “It’ll eat you up. I can’t begin to understand the terrible things you see, but you have to find a way to cope other than burying it all.”

Tom nodded, his hands digging into Cypress’ sweater. This new demand warred against everything Tom had ever been taught, but he wanted it so badly. He wanted to let it all out—all the pain, the anxiety, the suffering, everything he’d been bottling up for the last ten years.

Cypress spanked him again, harder, hard enough to make Tom cry out.

The pain was fleeting, leaving a lovely zing in its wake that made Tom arch his back. “I’ll learn… I promise. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.”

“I know you will be,” Cypress said, rubbing his palm over the cheek he’d just struck. “I’m going to help you, Tom.”

“Yes… please…” Tom moaned when Cypress struck him again, rocking back and forth as he tried to escape the burning sensation. He could feel adrenaline coursing all through his body and making his cock ache.

In every strike of Cypress’ hand, there was white hot pleasure burning within the quick slap of pain. All of Tom’s nerves were raw and exposed, and Cypress’ strong hand delivered blow after blow of intense sensation.

He deserved this, yes. He hadn’t been taking care of himself, not in years. He knew he was going to snap if he didn’t. He had to be better, he had to be good. He had to be a good boy.

Tom was lost to it all, melting and being shaped anew with every strike. He felt a tear fall, and he couldn’t even say why. It all felt so good, and he didn’t want it to end.

The next spanking made a delightful popping sound, like a firecracker going off, and it was loud enough to stir Mister Doodles from where she was sleeping on the floor.

When she growled, Cypress chuckled. “Mm, maybe we should adjourn to the bedroom?”

“Yes,” Tom weakly croaked. “Please.”

Cypress deftly picked Tom up, cradling him in his powerful arms as he said, “Let’s go.”

Tom’s ass was stinging, and he felt certain he’d be able to count finger marks in his cheeks for days to come, and he loved how easily Cypress could carry him. It made him feel small and safe, nuzzling into Cypress’ shoulder as they moved to his bedroom.

Cypress nudged the door closed with his foot, muttering, “Don’t need Mister Doodles interfering, no matter how noble her intentions. Mmm, come on. Roll over on your stomach.”

As Cypress set him down on the bed, Tom lazily flipped over as commanded. He breathed in the familiar scent of his fabric softener mixed in with Cypress’ cologne all over his skin. He could feel his pulse throbbing in his cheeks, hot and stinging, and he waited for his next order.

To his surprise, Cypress stretched out next to him, massaging his sore ass as he praised, “You did so well. You’re such a good boy. Feels good, hmm?”

“Yes, sir,” Tom breathed. “I feel… lighter.”

“When we’re done, you and I are going to have a nice, long talk about what you do for a living,” Cypress said, kissing Tom’s shoulder. “Not to be ironic, but I think taking care of the dead is killing you.”

“No, it’s… it’s my life.” Tom struggled against the euphoric fog clouding his thoughts. “It’s what I love. I love being able to help people.”

“Mm, but what about helping yourself, Tom?” Cypress sighed. “You think about everyone else’s pain, people you only meet for a moment, more than your own.”

“I can take it,” Tom insisted.

“Can you?” Cypress sounded like he was smiling. “We’ll see.” He glanced around the sparse bedroom. “Do you have lube in here?”

“Bathroom,” Tom replied. “In… in the shower.”

“Ohhh.” Cypress was definitely smiling. “And what is it doing in there, I wonder?”


“What kinda ‘stuff’?” Cypress teased.

“Butt stuff.”

Cypress laughed at that, smooching Tom’s shoulder again. “Mmm, wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Tom couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. He was still floating in a happy little cloud, his ass throbbing and spreading the warmth all the way down to his toes. He was so relaxed, and he could have easily fallen asleep just like this.

Ah, but Cypress had other plans for him.

He could sleep later.

“Sit up for me, Tom,” Cypress said, pressing the bottle of lube into his hand as he moved. “Scoot back against the headboard.”

Tom got into the requested position. “Like this?”

“Spread your legs,” Cypress said, taking a position at the end of the bed. “I want you to start playing with yourself. Get yourself ready for me… and I want you to tell me about what you’ve been fantasizing about.”

Gulping, Tom clicked open the lube. “You mean, like, right now, sir?”

“Uh huh. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about when you touch yourself.” Cypress leaned across the bed, rubbing Tom’s ankle. “I hope it’s me.”

“Who else,” Tom scoffed, laughing a little as he got his fingers wet. “I mean, fuck… you’re all I think about. With that. Doing that. Not like I think about you all the time like a crazy person—”

“Tom,” Cypress cut in. “It’s okay.”

“Okay,” Tom breathed, letting his legs fall apart. He reached beneath himself to get at his hole, slowly rubbing the lube around in little circles. “At first… I would… uh…”

“Come on,” Cypress urged. “You can tell me.”

“I would suck my fingers in my mouth while I jerked off,” Tom said quickly, his cheeks on fire from the lewd confession. He took a deep breath, continuing to rub his hole. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock… in my mouth.”

“You look beautiful when you’re sucking me,” Cypress said smoothly. “I love your mouth.”

“Mmm…” Tom finally pressed the tip of one finger inside of himself, moving in short little thrusts. “I thought about you spanking me… a lot… like, spanking me and jerking me off…”

“Definitely something we can do if you’d like,” Cypress said, easing himself closer so he could rub Tom’s thigh. “You like being spanked, hmm?”

“Yes, fuck, so much,” Tom panted, pushing his finger in deeper. It was almost too fast, but he was impatient and horny.

“Did you think about me fucking you?” Cypress asked, his hand squeezing Tom’s balls and giving them a tug. He massaged them gently, his eyes focused down where Tom was fingering himself.

“Yes.” Tom added a second finger, fucking his hole in earnest as Cypress continued to play with his balls. They felt so tight that it would have been easy to come, and he rocked down on his hand. “Thought about you… taking me fast… like on the counter at your shop…”

“Would you have liked that?” Cypress’ fingers ghosted up the shaft of Tom’s dick. “To get fucked right there?”

“Yes!” Tom watched Cypress playing with his cock, twirling his fingers in the glassy pre-cum that was leaking out. He kept fucking himself, the sounds of his fingers moving in and out wet and absolutely sinful.

“Getting close, aren’t you?” Cypress teased, wrapping his hand around Tom’s cock but not squeezing down hard enough to give him any real friction.

“God, yes… please…” Tom could feel it, almost taste it, struggling to buck up into Cypress’ hand. He was pounding his hole, his thighs shaking, and he gritted his teeth as he started to tip right over—

“Stop,” Cypress commanded, grabbing Tom’s wrist and squeezing the base of his cock so hard it hurt.

“Ahhh, but, but—! Mmmph!” Tom moaned in frustration, his ribs shuddering from the force of his heartbeat. He’d been right there, and being denied made him want to weep.

“I didn’t say you could come yet,” Cypress reminded him, letting him go and smacking his inner thigh. “Not until I do.”

Tom yelped from the slap, whining loudly. He nodded, trying to think clearly through the pounding in his head. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry. Fuck, it just felt so good.”

“I know it did.” Cypress sat up, pulling off his sweater and the undershirt beneath it.

Although Tom was disappointed that he wasn’t able to come, watching Cypress strip was a happy compromise. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from all that gorgeous brown skin and thick, powerful muscles.

Even his cock was beautiful to behold, eight inches or more and so very thick, its swollen head peeking out from the foreskin and making Tom drool.

He wanted to touch Cypress all over, but he didn’t know if he could.

Did he need permission for that?

“Can I…” Tom was sitting up, still opening gawking.

“Can you what?” Cypress asked. “Use your words, Tom.”

“God, can I please touch you?”

“Wherever you’d like,” Cypress replied with a smile, crawling back up the bed to kiss him. “Mm, you’ve been such a good boy… go on. Touch me.”

Tom’s hands went right for Cypress’ chest, dragging through the swirls of hair and grazing over his nipples. He loved the contrast of their skin as he explored Cypress’ body, and he couldn’t stop touching him. He felt his shoulders, the bulge of his biceps, moaning as Cypress urged him onto his back with another kiss.

Cypress was such a good kisser. Just the right amount of tongue and little nips of teeth, hot and slow and sure to make Tom’s brain implode. He groaned when their cocks rubbed together, and he let his hands slide over Cypress’ hips to grab a firm handful of his ass, encouraging him to grind down.

“Eager, are we?” Cypress chuckled.

“Yes, sir.” Tom wiggled impatiently. “I’m ready. Please.”

“Roll back over on your stomach and spread your legs,” Cypress said, lifting up to allow Tom to get into position.

Tom hugged his pillows, groaning when Cypress used his knees to spread his legs further apart. He could hear him opening the lube, exhaling shakily when he felt the hot head of Cypress’ cock pushing up against his ass.

Cypress grabbed his tender cheeks, spreading them wide, using his hips to rub his cock against his hole. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, Tom… look at you, so fuckin’ hungry for it…”

“Yes, sir,” Tom said, not even trying to hide how excited he was. He couldn’t stop clenching, hoping he could somehow catch Cypress’ dick and make him press inside. The teasing was driving him insane.

After what felt like hours, Cypress began to push forward…