Today I’m honoured to have Grey Francis on my blog. She’s a delicious new paranormal author and I’ve managed to get an excerpt from her new book for you. I hope you enjoy!
Excerpt from Chapter 6 of King in Chains by Grey Francis
He’s running late when he reaches the penthouse and is not surprised to find both his Mates already home, their scents growing stronger and more inviting the closer he gets to the bedroom. Then he catches the unmistakable smell of burning candles.
Their bedroom is flickering in candlelight, at least fifty candles placed all over the room. The bondage equipment is hooked up over the bed and the door to their private dungeon is wide open. But what he sees first is Cassie in nothing put a pair of black lace boy shorts, her beautiful breasts bare with clamps on her nipples and a chain connecting them. She kneels in the submissive pose, waiting for him.
So this is why she asked him to come home. There is to be playtime before their dinner. He’s immediately turned on seeing her waiting for him like this, his lovely and obedient submissive. But when she looks up, a spark of satisfaction in her green eyes and the hint of a smile tells him they are not alone.
Killian’s arm is around his chest, holding him still as a thick leather collar is snapped around his neck. A metal leash is attached and Killian gives it a hard tug, yanking him to his knees.
Definitely play time.
Killian moves out from behind Alastair, and he sees the vampire is shirtless with nothing but black leather pants on. “Cassie, undress Alastair and suck his cock. When he’s at his fullest, put the ring on him.”
Cassie approaches, quickly doing what she’s asked.
“You had this planned all along, didn’t you?” Alastair says softly as she eases down his jeans and he toes out of them.
“Apparently, we are not being strict enough with you,” she says in a husky voice as she slides his cock from her velvet mouth. .
Looking up at him as she begins to suck him, they share a smile. “So I’ve been told,” Alastair murmurs, throwing his head back in pleasure as he pumps into her mouth and deep into her throat. She hums with pleasure and he moans, reaching a hand out to grab hold of her hair, clutching her copper curls as she sucks him.
But his hands are yanked behind his back, bound with chains, wrapped, and locked. Cassie draws back her warm, wet mouth and he feels her slide the ring over his cock along with tight binding around his balls.
Killian yanks him back onto his feet and leads him the dungeon, Cassandra trailing behind them. It’s clear he’s in for a rough session. Nothing as brutal as it would be if he were alone with Killian, but with so much explosive energy between them, Cassie is the buffer they need right now.
Any doubts that plague Alastair about Killian disappear the minute they cross the threshold into the dungeon. The roles are clear here. Killian will demand their submission and their pain and their pleasure. He will tie them and suspend them and fuck them in every way possible. But he will take care of them and give them what they need, just as Alastair has always taken care of Cassie when he mastered her here. Either role he inhabits, he feels secure in this place. Not that he ever knows what to expect with Killian. Just last night they’d been in here for hours, but the mood had been entirely different. Tonight, Killian is far less playful.
Killian stops and turns around, his purple eyes glittering at the sight of his two subs. “On your knees, my darlings. Before we get started, you’ll both pleasure me with your mouths.”
Alastair drops first, moving on his knees so he is eye level with Killian’s already erect cock. He wants so badly to cradle his lover’s cock and balls, take him full in his hands and lift him reverently to his mouth. But like so many endless times before, his wrists are bound behind his back, unable to touch or control anything. He opens his mouth, his tongue guiding the large thick cock into his mouth, using the suction of his lips and the movement of his head to draw Killian in and out, slowly at first, then picking up momentum. Cassie, so close to him with her sweet scent and soft skin, is licking and sucking Killian’s balls. She eventually nudges Alastair aside, their lips meeting, tongues entangling before switching positions several times, working in tandem until Killian starts to pump, his body shaking before he comes in Alastair’s mouth, deep in his throat.
Killian’s cock stays perfectly hard. A blowjob won’t sate him. Not even close. He yanks Alastair’s chain, bringing him to his feet, and strokes his face lovingly. “I should beat the hell out of you for doubting my commitment to you. I promised to make you bleed and I will. But we will save that for another night. Right now, I want you on the plank. Cassandra will be helping me take care of you tonight.”
Fuck. The plank. His ass is getting so pummeled tonight.
Alastair’s wrists are unbound and he walks over to the metal table built into the wall and lies down. His arms are laid flat and stretched out to his sides, and his wrists are locked into hard metal restraints bolted into edges of the plank. Metal poles on either side of the bench support an ominous looking metal spreader bar extending over him. His legs are spread, lifted up and pulled back, his ankles locked securely into hard metal restraints at each end of the bar. Clamps tighten inside the restraints, making him all too aware of how locked down he is. This is how Killian likes his subs best, exposed and on display, completely at his mercy.
Finishing the clamping on his ankles, Killian looks down at Alastair, their eyes locking. Alastair feels a distinct trust between them, the same trust that reverberated through his memories earlier that night. A knot forms in his chest and he wants to cry out in anguish and mourn the loss of this trust. Because the sad truth is, this is the only place, in these roles, that he truly feels it without question.
“Cassandra, I believe Alastair is hungry for your pussy.”
She grins, needing no further prompting to slide out of her panties and climb on top of him, straddling his face between her firm thighs, her perfect pink, gleaming pussy hovering right over his mouth. She combs her hands through his dark hair, and clutches hard, balancing herself over him. He runs his tongue along her slit, lapping at her honey, his tongue finding her clit. Sitting on his face, slowly moving her hips, she fucks his mouth while he swirls his tongue, occasionally giving her little bites with his fangs that make her gasp. He loves the luscious taste of her. No female ever tasted half as good as his Cassie. He hums his pleasure, fucking her with his tongue until she begins quiver, her climax building. As they do this, he’s aware of Killian’s approach and the heat of a candle licking against his skin.
There would be pain. Just not the kind he’d expected.
Drops of hot wax splatter onto his abdomen, burning for seconds before cooling. Killian brings the flame closer, Alastair anticipating the next scalding drop. Killian lets the wax trickle slowly down his raised inner thigh, drawing closer to his crotch. Killian moves to the other thigh and drips more wax, forming a small pool next to the base of his rock-hard cock. He knows what’s next and braces himself. Finally, the scalding wax falls directly onto his throbbing cock, dripping painstakingly up and down his thick length and then down over his balls, decorating him in red wax. With each drop, Alastair shouts out, his mouth muffled in Cassie’s pussy.
He begins to eat her faster, flicking his tongue over her clit. She loves being devoured like this and her body clenches as she climaxes, her juices drenching his face as he laps her up. The last of the shockwaves ripple through her body before she opens her eyes and slowly blinks her green cat eyes down at him. Gods, he loves this female. All he wants to do right now is fuck her.
The scalding drops of wax have stopped and Killian’s fingers are now in his ass, lube being applied as he is readied. After this is accomplished, Killian stands at the edge of the plank, his gorgeous cock hard in front of him, rubbing his hands up and down Alastair’s suspended legs, scraping the wax off with his claws. “Ride his cock, Cassandra, while I ravish his ass. Our wolf must be fucked properly tonight.”