Oh, this was a good 'un! After last weekend in San Francisco at IMsL (my gawd, that was a hot weekend!), my sensory levels are still in that head-space. This book was like my aftercare so to speak.
Carl Guttuso Journalist, free-lance writer for the Boston Herald, writes human interest stories for the Journal, seeking a story, sense of humor, openly gay, also seeking a little action when he can get it, does not submit to anyone, and who apparently does not have a kinky bone in his body…yet
“Bondage was not his thing. He had no need to tie anyone up or beat the crap out of him to call it sexy. The reverse was also true—no one was doing that to him either. He surfed the web. He knew there were people who got off on that kind of thing. He just didn't think they had both oars in the water. Maybe their mamas beat them as children or maybe their history teacher made the Spanish Inquisition sound cool. Whatever the reason, he believed that sadomasochism was twisted.” –New Leather
Oh, I think a change of heart is in order for you sweetie.
He’s intrigued while watching a gay couple (Mike and Seve) discussing books on BDSM at a bookstore. Observing and reading the body language of people is crucial in his line of work. His interest is piqued when the couple started the discussion on rope bondage. He winds up following this couple to the coffee shop, eavesdropping on their conversation. An exclusive, invitation only club comes up in the conversation called Top Men. Carl sees a story forming…He introduces himself and asks if he could do a story on the topic. Next thing you know, he’s got the phone number to the owner of the club.
James Pauly Owner of Top Men BDSM club and 5 star restaurant, Pauly's Point. Romantic, Alpha male, passionate, can talk a good game, warped sense of humor, hittin’ 40, seeking long term sub, observant, fashion conscious, especially in tune to the sensitive areas of his sub.
Carl realizes that one cannot really know a story unless one becomes a part of it. Yeah, a huge part of it. Health tests are done, plans are in motion. Carl agrees to become James’ sub and a contract for six weeks is signed. From Friday to Monday, Carl is James’ sub.
Toys:
rope, cock rings, spreader bars, nipple clamps, butt plugs, floggers, whips, feather dusters, etc. Check.
Pimped out playspace:
St Andrew’s cross, medical table, hooks & chains, padded bench, etc. Check.
Sub wardrobe for Carl (printed assortment):
Scrubs…red peppers, Hawaiian print, leopard spots, camouflage, golf balls, hearts and flowers.
Shorts…moon & stars
Boxers (where applicable)…pink elephants
Swim trunks…SpongeBob and a yellow butt plug. Hah!
Let the games begin!
James has a serious sense of humor, can you tell?
"You are an evil man."
James grinned as Carl sashayed into the kitchen. "I wanted to keep you on your toes."
"You succeeded admirably. I'm never going to be able to keep your friends from knowing I have a baseball bat up my ass." –New Leather
Throughout the book, Carl finds that he is starting to have a change of heart about this whole BDSM thing. Nothing like he thought it would be. His online research to gather extra information could not compare to what was happening to him while spending time with his Dom. This was real. He also realized that some of his RL experiences with his Dom lined up with a few testimonials he’d read online from other subs. That hit home for him. Thing is, Carl winds up falling, hard. But he’s not goin’ down alone. James is right beside him. Sweet!
I liked this book, liked the kink in it (BDSM lite, for me), and liked the way the author brought the characters together. She made it real. Yup. 4 Stars. There are some hot scenes in this book. My favorite is the den scene. That’s a cream-the-jeans moment for me. Dayum!!
“Carl was still standing in front of the closed door when a weight pushed him up against it. Hands untied the string holding the loose camo pants up.
"Keep your hands on the door," James whispered in his ear as he pulled back on Carl's hips to let the pants drop and expose his ass in an obscene pose.
The first touch of James' tongue made him shiver. Just the crease at first, teasing him. He
twisted his torso to look back.
"Eyes forward. Just feel."
He groaned and returned his gaze to the paneled door. His fingers clawed at the wood when other fingers pulled his cheeks apart and the tongue found the puckered little hole hidden there. The wet muscle licked and poked at his opening until he could feel his sphincter loosen and allow its entry.
"God, James." He wanted to rock back as his lover fucked him with his tongue, but every time he tried, the door rattled. He gave up and stood utterly still. It was torture.
He groaned again.
James lightly bit one cheek. "I did not say you couldn't move."
"Susan…"
He heard a chuckle as James pulled his legs further apart to expose the hole without having to hold him open. The tongue returned and James used his hands now to force Carl into motion. The rhythmic rattle of the door shattered the peace of the house.
Carl forgot his embarrassment when one hand left his hip to wrap around his prick. Damn! That felt good. Unable to resist, he moved between the hand and the tongue. His vision blurred as he shot onto James' hand, the door and wood floor,
"Stay there." Carl heard a zipper open a moment before the fat bulb of his Dom's
slicked cock pierced his relaxed entrance.
The door went from rattles to banging as James pounded into him. To keep his head from damage, he stiffened his arms and took the full force of each stroke. It was heaven.
James picked up the pace and his fingers dug into Carl's hips. Two, maybe three, strokes later his Dom's climax emptied into him. He kept his arms straight to hold himself and the man resting on his back upright. He would stay that way as long as James needed him to.” –New Leather