Obedience Training

Title: Obedience Training
Series: Obedience Training #1

Nathan’s failed at everything he’s tried to do: school, work, relationships. When he’s picked up in a coffee shop with the promise of a spanking, he figures he has nothing to lose. But life with Daniel tests his will and his nerve. Can Daniel lure him in with the promise of something more, or will Nathan resist his attempts to train him to obedience? 


Also in this series: Obedience Training 2, Obedience Training 3

I met Daniel the day I was fired from my third job in two years. I’d gone straight from my boss’s office to the coffee shop on the corner, where the muffins were divine even if the coffee was undrinkable.

I was drowning my sorrows in raspberry and chocolate chip when an amused voice said, “Bad day?”

He was sitting at the table next to me. I hadn’t noticed him when I came in, which goes to show how distraught I’d been, because he was definitely someone I’d have noticed. Tall, broad-shouldered, his muscled thighs straining in his dark gray slacks—he sat with a confidence I’d yet to find in my twenty-eight years.

“Terrible,” I said, with a downward swipe of my eyelashes.

He wasn’t immune to the effect. I could sense his interest in the tension that sprang between us. I snuck a look and saw that the pupils of his clear gray eyes were dilated.

I might be a failure at everything else, but I could still catch the attention of a man. I knew I was attractive with my midnight hair and blue eyes, my artfully stubbled chin just a smudge past five o’clock. I never had a problem reeling them in, but finding ones that were good for me—well, that was a different story.

And the ones I knew were good for me always ended up boring me after a few dates. I don’t know why I was so flighty. It wasn’t like I wanted my freedom: I wanted Mr. Right. But he seemed to live only in my fantasies.

Mr. Right Now took a long slow sip of his coffee. I admired his ability to keep it down, it was that bad. “Why so terrible?”

I attempted to look wronged. “I was fired.”

Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought his eyes chilled a little. “Fired,” he repeated. “Why?”

I shrugged. “My boss never liked me. She was always finding something to criticize. She’d get mad if I was even a few minutes late, or didn’t finish a report on time.”

The coldness traveled from his eyes to his voice. “Why were you late?”

His tone should have creeped me out, but instead I found it kind of a turn on. Big bad papa getting his stern on. “I don’t know. I never mean to be late. Sometimes it just happens.”

A small smile played on his lips. My eyes went to them—full, stern, and oh-so-kissable. “It sounds like she was right to fire you.”

I shrugged again. “Maybe.”

His eyes had lost none of their sternness, but his mouth was still smiling. “It also sounds like you’re due a spanking.”

All my blood rushed south. I’d played some of those bedroom games before and could take or leave them, but something in the way he’d said it was like a hardwired connection to my cock.

“You think?” I attempted to sound flirtatious, but instead it just came out hoarse.

“Yeah.” His eyes swept me from head to toe. I could see the bulge in his groin, and I was sure he could see mine. “Maybe I can make your day better.”

As lines went, it wasn’t the most original. But I said I was flighty, not hard to get.

Obedience Training 2

Title: Obedience Training 2
Series: Obedience Training #2

Nathan wants what Daniel's giving him, but he can't help but resist at every turn. He no longer know where their arrangement stops and their relationship begins—if there even is a relationship. Can Nathan figure out what he wants? And even more, what Daniel is willing to give? Enema and prostate play, male chastity, and consensual BDSM.

Also in this series: Obedience Training, Obedience Training 3

The cock cage was Daniel’s idea, of course. I’d only agreed to it because of a pretty fucking unfair bargain we’d made, one that I was still fuming about.

 “I’m not forcing you to wear it, Nathan,” Daniel had said in response to my complaints. “But you know the terms of the deal.”

He wasn’t talking about our main deal, the one where I played Daniel’s games and he let me stay in his swank apartment until I found a job. This one was even more diabolical.

“It’s a stupid deal.”

Daniel’s eyebrow raised. He was perfectly capable of classifying stupid as a swear word. At the least it was disrespectful, and I knew I was earning some strokes with the paddle.

“I don’t understand what one has to do with the other. Why I can only sleep with you in your room if I wear the cage.”

“It’s the deal you agreed to.”

“But it’s unfair.”

He laughed with genuine amusement. “Life is unfair, Nathan.”

Which goes to show you what a fucker Daniel was.

It should have been an easy fix: take off the cage and sleep in the guest room. But the guest room was lonely. I didn’t like being banished there after I’d blown him or he’d fucked my ass, like I wasn’t good enough to stay in his bed.

And it had been a fun diversion at first, seeing how needy he could make me by locking up my dick. Part of me had liked testing myself to how much I could take. How long I could last.

The answer to that? Not long. So I had no discipline. I could live with that, even if Daniel couldn’t.

But he was right. I’d agreed to his terms, and if I no longer wanted to hold up my end of the bargain, then Daniel saw no reason to hold up his. That was how things worked between us.

Obedience Training 3

Title: Obedience Training 3: Broken
Series: Obedience Training #3
Release Date: April 7, 2019

After he walks out on Daniel, Nathan starts playing at a BDSM club. The last person he expects to find there is Daniel. They have a second chance to make things work, but Nathan wants more than just the kink. How can Daniel prove to Nathan that his feelings for him are real?


Also in this series: Obedience Training, Obedience Training 2

“You have a nice body,” Aaron observed. “And a very pretty cock.” Little Nate twitched and looked up. I was half-hard from all the preamble, and Aaron’s praise gave me another jolt of arousal. I’d always been a sucker for a compliment.

He nodded to the spanking bench. “Over the bench, please.”

I positioned myself gingerly over the black padded bench. There were straps for my ankles and wrists, and the angle of the bench tilted my hips up and left my cock dangling free.

I felt his hand on my ankle and jumped.

“Just me,” Aaron said. I heard the smile in his voice. His fingers were sure on the strap, and soon my right ankle was bound tightly to the bench, then the left one.

As he handled the preliminaries, I tried to pin down my ping-ponging emotions. It was hot, sure—and Little Nate was getting harder by the second. Aaron had the same dommy presence Daniel had, just not with the same intensity.

I heard him move behind me, then his hand came down on my ass with a satisfying smack.

It almost turned my knees to jelly, it was so close to what I’d been craving these last few days. Deprived endorphins rushed to fill my head with sweet floaty goodness.

Another smack, again almost but not quite enough. “You can do it harder, Daddy,” I said, after a dozen of those.

Aaron rubbed my ass. It was probably red by now but he hadn’t been hitting hard enough to bruise. “Do you want the paddle?”

Next time it will be the cane.

I shivered and pushed Daniel’s voice out of my head. “No, Daddy.” The truth was, I hated the paddle. Even when it was Daniel wielding it. Maybe especially when it was Daniel wielding it. The paddle was punishment, and it got to me like nothing else. “If your hand’s tired, we can try something else.”

Aaron pinched my ass—the first zing I’d felt all night. “I can plug you up if you want, baby.”

Baby. Daniel used to call me that. I groaned. I really needed to get that fucker out of my head.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay, Daddy. A dildo would be good. You can come on me if you want.”

I heard Aaron behind me, then felt the blunt head of the dildo pushing between my spread ass cheeks. He’d picked a prostate stimulator, I realized, and my toes curled with anticipation.

“You gonna come like this?” he said, in a low voice going for sexy. He started fucking it in and out of me, hitting that sweet spot.

I was starting to get into this. “Yeah,” I said. “Gonna come if you keep fucking me, Daddy.”

Aaron growled. He really liked the daddy talk, and to be honest, I kind of did too.

“If you’re a good boy maybe I’ll let you.”

I closed my eyes and remembered when Daniel had fucked me with the big black dildo for the first time. How I’d been sure I couldn’t take it, until Daniel had showed me I could. And then when he’d fucked me with it on his bathroom floor, after he’d locked my dick up—how good it had felt to be fucked, even though I couldn’t come.

Well, Little Nate was free at last, and I could come all I wanted.