BDSM Blog Hop, Pt 2: Sexy Snippet Sunday & being new to D/s

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I’d like to give a bit of an introduction here, in how this snippet I’m sharing is related to the Blog Hop.

As I’ve mentioned a few times here and there, there is an entire range of BDSM out there. There’s the seriously hardcore stuff, involving Masters and slaves (which I’ve even written about), things that lean more toward RACK (risk-aware consensual kink) than SSC (Safe, sane and consensual). And then there’s the other side of the equation. Stuff that some of my friends refer to as D/s Lite. I’ve done that, my Sir and I, when we first started to get into kink, kept things very light. Minor denial, a bit of control in bed, things like that. It led to a lot more, eventually turning into our much fuller D/s relationship that we have now.

But often times, I think, D/s starts like the passage below. Here, we see the lovely boys from my WIP, What About Now. Braden and Rafe start out as friends who become boyfriends and further partners. Rafe spent a lot of his life feeling very out of control of things and so, in compensation, ended up kind of being a bit of a control freak. In *some* places, that’s not a bad thing. He finds he really enjoys controlling and guiding things in the bedroom with Braden, giving Braden what he needs (though Braden doesn’t understand it entirely).

So, I wanted to show a lighter side of the D/s dynamic, what it is like before negotiations and protocol and rules and safewords. Hope you enjoy it! Do be sure to leave a comment with your thoughts on the scene at the bottom for a chance to win one of my books. 🙂 (See the original BDSM blog post here for details.)

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Rafe had Braden’s hands pinned to the bed above his head by one hand, the other busy teasing Braden’s sac. Rafe, currently buried balls-deep in Braden’s ass, filled him but refused to move yet, a tease in itself. Rafe tugged then squeezed Braden’s balls and the slight pain went straight to Braden’s neglected dick, making it jump and leak. “Please,” Braden nearly begged.

“Mmm. Not yet,” Rafe murmured and the evil tone only made it worse.

Rafe’s fingers plucked at Braden’s nipples until they hardened, then teased skin before going back to his balls. Rafe touched everywhere it seemed, tormented everything except the one thing Braden wanted the most. His cock stood straight and hard, red, leaking, needy. And still Rafe ignored it.

Braden tried to move, to ride the cock buried in him, at least. But Rafe apparently anticipated it. As soon as Braden tried to pull off, Rafe lifted himself just enough to move with Braden, thereby denying Braden the friction he so desperately wanted.

A frustrated groan that morphed into a whine was the answer to this. “What do you want, Braden?”

Braden tried to form words, needed to answer, but Rafe’s thumb was once more teasing his already tight sac and coherency seemed to have completely abandoned him. “Please,” he managed, “Touch… touch me.”

“Hmm, here?” Rafe asked, brushing his fingertips along Braden’s inner thigh. When Braden gave an unhappy grunt, Rafe’s fingers moved to his balls again. “Or here?” They teased, then dipped down to Braden’s taint before moving back to his balls.

Braden thought he was going to cry from sheer frustration. He couldn’t remember being this aroused, like, ever. He couldn’t ever remember mindlessly needing to the point where he couldn’t speak. He tried to buck again, to ride Rafe’s cock but got the same lack of friction as before. “Please, baby, stroke my cock, fuck me, need so badly,” he finally spit out.

Rafe’s smile was wide… and altogether evil. Braden wasn’t sure if he was comforted by it or terrified.

Aroused won out over both and his already red cock turned nearly purple. Rafe shifted, pulled out so very slowly, then pushed back in, inch by agonizingly slow inch. Braden whimpered. He actually whimpered and Rafe gave a dark chuckle in response as he pulled out again at the exact same pace.

If Braden thought that was bad, when Rafe started stroking him, it got worse. He gave only tight, slow downward strokes, releasing at the base to start again at the tip. The were only enough to make it worse, push him closer to the edge of orgasm, but he knew they wouldn’t knock him over.

“Oh God, Rafe…” His sounds turned pathetic, nearly begging as Rafe continued the torture.

“What, baby?”

“Please—” He grunted when Rafe brushed his prostate but it, too, wasn’t enough, even with the strokes, even with the rest of the sensations.

“Please… what?”

“Fuck Me!” Braden nearly shouted. “Let me make you come!”

Rafe rewarded the words with a hard thrust, hitting Braden’s prostate again and a full up-and-down stroke. Braden moaned, thrilling as the pleasure shot through him. But it slowed again, Rafe going back to the maddenly slow thrusts and strokes.

Braden had a serious love-hate relationship with what Rafe was doing. He had a very difficult time telling Rafe what he wanted in bed and Rafe did this for him, Braden knew it, to help him get better at speaking his needs. But it had an unexpected effect: he found the denial aroused him as much—or more—as anything else. And so instead, he hovered on the edge of pleasure, need dragging each word from him almost brutally at the same time it simply made him want more of the same.

“Please, Rafe, fuck me hard and fast, take your pleasure, come for me,” he groaned.

Rafe’s lips surprised him with a hard kiss before he let go of Braden’s hands—though Braden kept them on his pillow—and shifted. A few seconds later, he was thrusting hard, moving fast as Braden had nearly begged him to do. “Fuck so good, baby,” Rafe murmured, eyes closing.

In the present, Braden moved the hand he had on his cock faster, the other cupping his balls, squeezing gently. Close, so close…

Braden kept his hands on his pillow but rolled his hips, fucking Rafe as much as Rafe was fucking him. His neglected cock bounced, teasing him but he ignored it, focused as he was on Rafe. He watched Rafe’s face carefully, thrilling as the pleasure started to claim him. Rafe reached out, wrapped a hand around Braden’s cock, and stroked it. Braden gritted his teeth, determined to see Rafe go first.

But when Rafe threw his head back, shouted Braden’s name and then… “come!” Braden lost it.

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Be sure to keep up with the rest of the blog hop! Head over here to see who else is participating. Leave a comment for a chance to win and don’t be afraid to ask questions. I’m always happy to answer anything I can.

5 Comments

  1. Jen CW Jen CW
    July 6, 2014    

    I loved that scene! That was so hot. I love reading scenes like that in books. Thank you for sharing it with us!

  2. Trix Trix
    July 6, 2014    

    I like the scenes that show more ambiguity and play to the whole D/s dynamic!

  3. Lynette Michelle Lynette Michelle
    July 8, 2014    

    Great scene. Before I really knew anything about BDSM, I thought it always meant bondage, pain and punishment. Imagine my surprise the first time I read a lighter BDSM story and found some of the behaviors from my own bedroom there! It was eye-opening and made me want to learn more.

  4. July 12, 2014    

    Very hot scene. I can’t wait to read more.
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  5. September 22, 2014    

    Thanks,Sherry S.I likes in the story.Also,I can not wait to read more and more.Actually,the scene is very hot.

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