How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps by Josephine Myles Page A
Authors: Josephine Myles
Tags: Humor, Erótica, english, Humour, BDSM, British, gay romance, bondage, Erotic Romance, Training, spanking, kink, Sadomasochism, gay for you, fisting, flogging, male dominant, male submissive, wax play, novice dominant, figging, public humiliation, violet wand, sensation play, CBT
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his manners were pretty shocking at times, but once he’d got the hang of when to finesse and when to go for brute insults, he should be able to carry home any sub he wanted. The man had a fine body, so long as you liked them hairy.
Shame about the awful clothes. A faded old promotional John Deere T-shirt, baseball cap and badly hacked-off stonewashed jeans really wasn’t Eddie’s fantasy-Top outfit.
“You got any leather jeans?” he asked. “You’d look super hot in them.”
Jeff rolled his eyes. “I don’t go for all that goth stuff.”
“Leather isn’t goth. It’s sexy. Tactile. Smells good. Trust me, nearly all subs love a man in leather. And if the goth thing’s worrying you, you don’t even have to get them in black. You could go for brown, if you wanted. Or maybe a nice pair of suede chaps over jeans…” Eddie trailed off, imagining just how hot a shirtless Jeff in chaps could be. Forget about the bloody jeans.
“I don’t want to look like one of them gay cowboys.”
“But you’ve got the tan and the body to carry it off. Just a thought, anyway.”
“You should be thinking less about that and more about what I’m going to be doing to you when I get you back home.”
Ooh, that was more like it. Confident Jeff back again. “I can’t think about that too hard, or I won’t be able to drive. And you don’t even know exactly what I’ve got in my suitcase, do you, Sir?” Eddie winked and turned to leave.
Jeff growled, and Eddie smiled to himself. Teasing Tops was way too much fun to ever stop.
Jeff climbed up into his truck and took a moment to sort his head out before starting the engine. Fucking hell! Eddie was a bloody tease, there was no two ways about it. Jeff was out of his depth with this one. He could admit it to himself, but he was buggered if he was about to let on in front of the bloke. Eddie would probably just wink and wiggle his arse and do something annoyingly sexy, like that way he made his voice all purry and low. Or the way he batted his eyelashes. Sodding hell, why had Jeff ever taken him for a just a normal bloke? Normal straight blokes didn’t flirt like that, did they? No, they went for the caveman approach and just told birds what they wanted to do to them.
Eddie was flirting like a girl.
Except he wasn’t. Not really. There was none of that crazy hidden agenda Jeff kept tripping over when women were involved. And Eddie didn’t get all emotional and burst into tears for no reason when Jeff spoke his mind.
Eddie was much easier to understand than any woman Jeff had ever met. What did that say about him, that he understood gay blokes better than he understood chicks? He’d lived with Sarah for almost fourteen years, and she’d still been a bloody mystery to him at the end.
Maybe straight blokes and gay blokes had more in common than Jeff had realised. And Eddie did have an amazing car. Which, right now, was waiting for him at the exit to the car park. Shit. He should get his arse in gear.
Jeff started up the engine, not sure whether to curse the day Eddie entered his life or to celebrate it. He’d never been this bloody confused and turned on all at once. Things in Jeff’s world were meant to be simple. Straightforward. No messing.
And yet here he was, leaping dick-first into a situation that bloody well terrified him.
Fuck it. Sitting around chewing on it wasn’t going to make things any easier to understand. Jeff needed to work Eddie out of his system with a few more sessions together. It was the only way to do it. Familiarity breeding contempt and all that.
His mind made up, Jeff flicked his headlights on, revved the engine and peeled out of his parking space. Let the good times roll.
Chapter Nine
This time Jeff followed Eddie back to Hook St. Norton, growing increasingly envious of the power behind the Jag’s engine. Eddie was sprinting ahead while Old Maud was huffing and puffing behind her, like the unfit kid who came in last on school sports
Shame about the awful clothes. A faded old promotional John Deere T-shirt, baseball cap and badly hacked-off stonewashed jeans really wasn’t Eddie’s fantasy-Top outfit.
“You got any leather jeans?” he asked. “You’d look super hot in them.”
Jeff rolled his eyes. “I don’t go for all that goth stuff.”
“Leather isn’t goth. It’s sexy. Tactile. Smells good. Trust me, nearly all subs love a man in leather. And if the goth thing’s worrying you, you don’t even have to get them in black. You could go for brown, if you wanted. Or maybe a nice pair of suede chaps over jeans…” Eddie trailed off, imagining just how hot a shirtless Jeff in chaps could be. Forget about the bloody jeans.
“I don’t want to look like one of them gay cowboys.”
“But you’ve got the tan and the body to carry it off. Just a thought, anyway.”
“You should be thinking less about that and more about what I’m going to be doing to you when I get you back home.”
Ooh, that was more like it. Confident Jeff back again. “I can’t think about that too hard, or I won’t be able to drive. And you don’t even know exactly what I’ve got in my suitcase, do you, Sir?” Eddie winked and turned to leave.
Jeff growled, and Eddie smiled to himself. Teasing Tops was way too much fun to ever stop.
Jeff climbed up into his truck and took a moment to sort his head out before starting the engine. Fucking hell! Eddie was a bloody tease, there was no two ways about it. Jeff was out of his depth with this one. He could admit it to himself, but he was buggered if he was about to let on in front of the bloke. Eddie would probably just wink and wiggle his arse and do something annoyingly sexy, like that way he made his voice all purry and low. Or the way he batted his eyelashes. Sodding hell, why had Jeff ever taken him for a just a normal bloke? Normal straight blokes didn’t flirt like that, did they? No, they went for the caveman approach and just told birds what they wanted to do to them.
Eddie was flirting like a girl.
Except he wasn’t. Not really. There was none of that crazy hidden agenda Jeff kept tripping over when women were involved. And Eddie didn’t get all emotional and burst into tears for no reason when Jeff spoke his mind.
Eddie was much easier to understand than any woman Jeff had ever met. What did that say about him, that he understood gay blokes better than he understood chicks? He’d lived with Sarah for almost fourteen years, and she’d still been a bloody mystery to him at the end.
Maybe straight blokes and gay blokes had more in common than Jeff had realised. And Eddie did have an amazing car. Which, right now, was waiting for him at the exit to the car park. Shit. He should get his arse in gear.
Jeff started up the engine, not sure whether to curse the day Eddie entered his life or to celebrate it. He’d never been this bloody confused and turned on all at once. Things in Jeff’s world were meant to be simple. Straightforward. No messing.
And yet here he was, leaping dick-first into a situation that bloody well terrified him.
Fuck it. Sitting around chewing on it wasn’t going to make things any easier to understand. Jeff needed to work Eddie out of his system with a few more sessions together. It was the only way to do it. Familiarity breeding contempt and all that.
His mind made up, Jeff flicked his headlights on, revved the engine and peeled out of his parking space. Let the good times roll.
Chapter Nine
This time Jeff followed Eddie back to Hook St. Norton, growing increasingly envious of the power behind the Jag’s engine. Eddie was sprinting ahead while Old Maud was huffing and puffing behind her, like the unfit kid who came in last on school sports