He didn’t have words to express how precious she was to him. He wanted to cherish her, to keep her safe while also pushing her to become more of herself. He wanted more days like this where she let herself immerse herself in her middle persona and he got to hold her close as she did.
She, miraculously, seemed to want that, too.
Thank you. I’m honored every day that you chose me. And I hope you know how much I love you.
She shrugged. I do.
So apparently declarations of love were too mushy for Lena, but he could work with that. As long as she was his.
She gave him her patented seductive look. Do you want a turn now? He knew she was changing the subject, but he let it go.
I am definitely going to take my turn. He let his expression darken, knowing it would heighten the scene for both of them. Take off your clothes.
Lena tumbled out of his lap to obey, without her characteristic defiance or any of the planned seduction from a moment ago. She threw her dress to the floor, probably in hopes of a spanking in the morning when he made her clean it up, and then kneeled on the bed.
What do you think I should start with? He only held up two choices for her, the glass ball that she’d started with and something that looked like a fork or a miniature rake with the tips covered in clear plastic.
There was no real question about what she wanted. The ball might have been pretty, but she made the more painful choice, just as he’d predicted.
He put the other accessory away and moved the kit off the bed.
Lay on your back. Arms over your head.
For a moment he just watched her. He knew her body intimately, but seeing her spread out for him still made his breath catch.
Her long runner’s legs were lanky and toned, but he loved the softness of her belly just as much.
He ran one hand down her chest and then along her sides, swooping back up to trail his fingers over her slowly rising cock.
She was watching him eagerly but holding herself still. It was an easy compliance now, but he hoped to make it very difficult for her.
He held the wand where she could see it, then tapped it on. Slowly, he lowered it toward her, watching her breath quicken in anticipation and her eyes widen with a growing sense of fear. He was nowhere near touching her and she still squirmed to get away from it.
He lowered it even more slowly, playing up the psychological intensity. When the spark finally jumped from the prongs to her chest, she arched up and let out a small cry.
He raised it and repeated the motion, noticing that she responded almost more to the idea of it than the actual effects. Each time she held her breath just before it touched, freezing as if her motionlessness could hide her. And then, when the shimmering spark arced to her skin, she’d moan and roll up toward it, as if she wanted more.
He could have watched her like that all night, caught between fear and elation. He tormented her with the threat of it and then that zinging spark all over her body. Her shoulders. Her hips. Her toes. Her ribs.
He just couldn’t get enough of watching her, hearing her small gasps and watching that nervous, excited expression on her face. Her silky hair was arrayed around her like a halo, and her lean arms were pale and trembling as she kept them raised as he’d asked.
When she was finally starting to get used to the sparks on her body, he slowly lowered it toward her cock. She shook her head no, gently and then harder, but her fists were still clenched above her head and she didn’t look close to safewording.
The spark jumped with a crackle to her delicate skin. She screamed, drawing up her knees, but she was still hard, still panting and looking at him with both terror and need.
He pushed her legs down and stroked them until she relaxed.
Color? He asked. He was pretty sure that he knew, but he wanted to be certain.
Green.
He straddled her thighs, using his own body to hold her in place.
And then he lifted the wand again, watching her eyes widen as she realized what he was going to do next. He brought it down against the side of her dick, then her taut balls, then again at the tip as she struggled and moaned beneath him.
When her breath was ragged, he moved on to the sides of her ribs. While her cock was psychologically scarier, her sides were always the place that turned her inside out.
He pressed the tines directly into her skin, dragging the pointed tips slowly down her right side. She twitched and jerked as the small muscles under her skin spasmed.
She was getting hazy-eyed, pushing into the strange sensations of tingling pain and twitching muscles. He ran the prongs down the same path, knowing from the experiments on his own arm that the sensation would quickly build to feel like fire.
When he reached the bottom of her ribs, he reversed and moved back up, tracing a lazy pattern over that strip of her side. Her legs were shaking underneath him, and her fists were clenched tight.
He didn’t want to leave marks, so he switched to her other side and started all over again. She was writhing, the weight of his body the only thing pinning her down.
When he sensed that she was close to coming, he turned off the wand. He gently stroked down her sides where he’d been tormenting her before.
Color? he prompted again.
It took her a moment to respond, but then she relaxed her fists enough that she could sign. Still green.
He stood up to quickly put away the first tool and exchange it for another one. She’d completely overlooked the body contact cable, probably thinking that it was a spare wire instead of a versatile tool.
This was the part that he hadn’t really been able to test himself, since once he strapped the end to his inner arm with the non-conductive Velcro band, he effectively became the probe. He would definitely start on the lowest setting and then turn it up.
He quickly stripped off his own clothes, then, feeling a bit silly, he slipped on a pair of shoes that he’d set under the bed. He wasn’t quite certain if all of this was necessary, but he’d heard that it worked better that way. Lena could probably tell him why, but he didn’t want to interrupt to ask her right now.
He pulled her over to the edge of the bed where he could reach her easily while standing. She was malleable as he maneuvered her limbs, and he took a moment just to kiss her lips. He felt like he could get lost in the feeling of her tongue, the way that she responded to him so readily while letting him take control.
He pulled back, watching her bright eyes and the rapid breaths that passed her parted lips. He wanted her to belong to him all the time, but in moments like this it was a visceral feeling in his chest.
He stepped on the pedal and lowered his hand over her belly, watching as the purple spark leapt from his fingers to her skin. She looked up at him in wonder.
He’d read that this wouldn’t be as strong as some of the other probes, and Lena seemed to feel it as more of a tickle, so he increased the power and did it again. He felt a little sizzle, but it was nothing like the jolt that Lena was clearly feeling as she cried out.
He ran his hand over her body, enjoying the way that he could make her arch and respond to his cruelty with just one finger. He changed the spacing, hovering over her sometimes to create a sudden spark and drawing lines down her skin in low sizzle.
He finally moved down to her cock, where he replaced his hand with his mouth. She thrust up against him as he swallowed her down and then tongued her tip. It took him a while to get the rhythm of it, first sucking and then pulling off to allow sparks to gather. His tongue started to tingle, but he ignored it, intent on giving Lena pleasure.
She was panting and thrusting up toward him, right on the edge and just needing a bit more of a steady motion to fall over the edge. She’d gripped her hands behind her neck, probably desperate to keep them still.
He wished he could touch her in more than one place, but that didn’t seem to work for the electricity. She seemed desperate enough like this, anyway.
Make yourse
lf come, he commanded, and then leaned back over her erection, his lips just high enough that she could push into the warmth of his mouth or pull back and feel the spark. He liked seeing her work for it, frantically trying to push herself over the edge as he gave her just enough.
She fought and thrust, moaning inarticulately. She was sweaty and needy, so close to coming, but still obediently holding her hands behind her head.
As she grew more frantic, she tried just pushing up and holding. He sealed his lips tightly around her, sucking tightly and licking as far as she could push herself in. Her muscles were straining across her thighs and belly. He could see her fighting for it, and he wouldn’t give her an inch that she hadn’t earned.
Her muscles couldn’t maintain the position, and she fell, panting, back to the bed and the next flash of electricity crackling over her wet length.
God, she was gorgeous. Those lanky limbs and pretty cock all fighting to do as he commanded.
Three more times she tried, straining her muscles and chasing her orgasm. Dustin was panting and close to exploding himself, driven by Lena’s desperation and submission. She was moaning brokenly, and he soaked in every sound. Her hands were still clenched behind her neck, but she folded her elbows in around her face as though that could bring her closer to what she needed.
Lena pushed upward once again, and then she was pulsing into his mouth with bitter saltiness. He followed her down, licking and sucking, and then tapped the foot pedal to turn it off.
His beautiful, perfect, dangerous girl. All his.
He kicked off his shoes and climbed on top of her, covering her limp, sweaty body with his own. She clung to him and he pressed all of his weight into her, knowing how she liked to feel enveloped and trapped in these moments.
In the slight space between their bodies, he reached for his own cock and her hand followed his. He nodded, giving her permission, and in a few strokes of her tight hand he was coming in that nestled space between them, coating her with his cum.
She nuzzled into his neck, with a content, rusty hum in her throat. He breathed her in and lapped at the sweat along her clavicle. If he could melt into her body, merging the two of them together, he would.
At last, she wiggled underneath him, and he shifted onto his side so that she could breathe.
I love you, Daddy, she signed into the small space between them.
I won’t ever get tired of hearing that, Danger. You’re all mine.
That’s right, yours, she agreed sweetly.
He’d been so worried about caging his wondrous bird, but now he could see that he had also set her free.
About the Author
Reese Morrison lives in Philadelphia with their partner, two precocious children, and intermittent housemates, guests, and homeless, queer teens. Their hobbies are volunteering on too many boards, planting gardens that they forget to water half-way through the summer, making up songs for their kids, and putting off writing their dissertation.
Reese and their partner both identify as genderqueer and are part of a vibrant community of queer and trans folks. They started writing because they were dissatisfied with the lack of trans and genderqueer characters in what they were reading and finally decided to do something about it. Many, but not all, of their books are kinky (for a whole range of kinks...) and they feel that it's important to represent a range of backgrounds, cultures, dis/abilities, gender presentations/ identities, and body types in their writing.
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Thank you!
This book would not have been possible without the mentorship and invaluable advice from my developmental editor, Amy Bellows.
Thank you also to AngstyG, LLC for the beautiful cover.
Thank you to Gianni Holmes for catching many plot gaps and knowing how to fix them!
And many thanks to the beta readers and sensitivity readers who caught typos and grammatical errors and helped me to accurately represent genderfluid, age play, asexual, Deaf, and APD experiences. Annya, Brandyn, Celyn, Courtney, Doni, Jessey, Mildred, and Tristan, you guys are my heroes!
As always, thank you to my partner for taking care of basically everything else in our lives and putting up with me coming to bed at 2am so that I can write. ;)
Book Series by Reese Morrison
Love Language
Love Language
A younger Dom. A grieving sub. Two men whose kinks don't match (or so they think) connecting in ASL.
Marco and Greg would both rather be anywhere than a kink club on Valentine’s Day. Marco doesn’t have the patience to speech-read in a hearing crowd. And Greg is still mourning his Sir who passed away three years ago.
But when Greg steps in to explain something in ASL, Marco can’t stop thinking about the light he sees in those sad eyes. Strong, older, fluent in sign language, and sweetly submissive, Greg is exactly Marco’s type. Even if Greg isn’t ready for another relationship yet, Marco isn’t ready to let him go.
Greg thought that he would never want to date someone again. But as painful as it is to admit, he’s starting to feel like it might be time. Marco is like no one he’s never met. Small, twink-ish, over a decade younger, and a Daddy, he isn’t at all what Greg imagined in a Dom. Yet he’s undeniably attracted to his care and control, even after Marco reveals that he’s transgender. Slipping into ASL, the language of his childhood, Greg wonders if he might have a second chance at love.
This book contains hurt/comfort themes, predicament bondage, Shibari, wax, and CNC role play, just to get started... and a HEA ending.
Find Love Language on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited here.
Love Limits
Ash wants a Daddy. Zhong wants Ash.
But Zhong knows he can't give Ash what they need. He's asexual, and when he looks for someone special, it should be someone who will be satisfied with what he can offer. Right?
As Zhong grows closer to the flirty sub, he learns more about himself. Maybe he can be the Daddy that Ash needs. And maybe he can have the family that he never expected to have.
Maybe his love doesn’t have to have limits.
Love Limits contains a caring asexual Daddy, a flirty genderqueer sub, polyamory, puppy play, and a HEA for everyone. This is the third book in the Love Language series and it should be read as a companion to Love Lessons.
Love Limits will be available in June/July 2020.
Whirlwind
Each book in this series encompasses a single whirlwind moment, usually around a single day, in which two (or sometimes three!) characters connect in a special way. The series features many transgender, genderqueer, and gender-bending characters who are looking for love--and some kink! These books are best enjoyed in order as the characters heavily overlap.
Waiting for You
Taylor would give anything to have his best friend, Julio, look at him the way he looks at his revolving door of hook-ups. But Taylor knows that he's too big, too fat, and too plain to ever appeal. It doesn't help that his secret desires for lace, makeup, and submission don't match his outsides at all. But he can't keep pining for Julio forever, so he makes one last effort to move on.
When Julio finds Taylor's Grindr profile, he's can't believe how lucky he is. Not only do their kinks align perfect, but he might have a chance to finally show Taylor what he means to him. He quickly creates his own Grindr profile to get Taylor's attention. What could possibly go wrong?
This is the first book in the Whirlwind series. It contains some light bondage, spanking, and a HEA.
Find Waiting for You on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited here.
Here for You
Eric's always avoided dating. It's just too hard to find someone who's interesting to hang out with, will
ing to put up with his reserved nature, and shares his kinks.
But when he sees a new sub, Micah, walking across the club floor, something's different. Micah is both vulnerable and strong, walking proudly with his crutch and blurting out his transgender status. With Eric's help, he asks for what he wants.
And what Micah wants is a group scene. Fortunately, Master Eric has four good friends...
This is the second book in the Whirlwind series. It contains a group scene, spanking, and a HFN ending.
Find Here for You on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited here.
Game for You
Ben and Parker have been circling each other for years in a frenzy of insane dares and sexual innuendo. But as two Doms, they know they could never get together.
Enter sassy, gorgeous Dakota, a perfect mix of masculine and feminine and a perfect challenge for the two men to claim. But while Dakota is submissive, they have their own ideas about how the evening is going to go and a plan to make it happen. Can they bring Ben and Parker together... with them in the middle?
This is the third book in the Whirlwind series. It contains whipping, edging, a Dom who doesn't usually bottom, an erotic game of darts, and an even sexier bet.
Find Game for You on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited here.
Music to My Ears
In a world is full of music celebrating straight relationships, the Music to My Ears series imagines stories behind popular songs when a pronoun change gives them a whole new meaning. These books are connected by a theme, rather than characters, and they may be read in any order.
Jesse’s Girl
When Julia meets her perfect boyfriend over a couple of guitar riffs at her summer job, she holds herself back from lighting up every time he plays her signature song and makes her smile. Because no matter how she feels inside, Jesse will only ever see her as an awkward, gangly boy named Jude. Being best friends and bandmates will have to be enough, because she knows it's all she'll ever get.
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