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Bullying Teacher

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This book contains all five episodes of Bullying Teacher previously published by Sadie Sins and bonus material never before read, totaling in over 60,000 words of content.

Beau Ashford has again found himself the victim of bullying. Surprising, considering he’s an established teacher now. His pretty face and weak demeanor have made him the target of every aggressive eye that’s turned his way, this time his own students.

Darien Castello—strong, confident and son of a billionaire senator—is willing to protect his pretty teach, but for a price. Either he gets paid $500 a week for his protection services, or he's going to help make Beau regret starting his science position in the wealthy university. If Beau can't afford it all, Darien is happy to take it out in trade. $450 worth of his teacher's body.

What starts as a bizarre protection scam quickly spirals into something else as Darien awakens dark, confusing desires in his once innocent, straight teacher. Can Beau find a way to free himself from the strange obsession taking him, or will he be bullied into something that could lose him his job and life as he knows it?

18+ This completed serial contains explicit m/m sexual content, graphic language, violence, and an exploration of bdsm and a master/slave relationship through the eyes of a controlling top and needy bottom. Expect spanking, bondage, multiple partners and exhibitionism in a school setting.

60,000 wrds, Published May 27, 2016.

WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT BULLYING TEACHER

on April 4, 2017

P Leslie rated it it was amazing

Enjoyed Bullying Teacher; it was hot, sexy yet dirty as hell. Beau and Darian had amazing chemistry - it was raw and intense. The story has elements of BDSM, extortion, and a gang bang - so be prepared. Fantastic smutty read with a sweet ending.
on July 25, 2016

Excerpt

Darien Castello could not take his eyes off of Mr. Ashford. The guy had the face of a model; a really naughty one that wanted so badly to be pushed down and messed up. Damn, he had never really gotten off on just a face, but with his soft blond locks, bright blue eyes, and pouting red lips, Darien was totally hooked on his new teacher. Unfortunately, so were his classmates.

Mr. Ashford looked like prey, plain and simple. He was average height, slender, and had a way to his shoulders and walk that just screamed 'jump me.' Currently Tony and Radford were doing just that. They had cornered the new science teacher by the lockers and looked ready to start punching and maybe even stuffing if they didn't get some cash off the cutie.

Darien took his time, dragging on his cigarette as he approached. No one had noticed him yet, which was fine by him. He wanted to take the opportunity to look at Mr. Ashford up close. The guy was hot. Really fucking hot. Pale skin, golden hair, and damn those lips. The nasty things he would do to those lips. Radford better not punch the man's face or he'd have to beat the fuck out of him for ruining perfection.

“What's going on, guys?” Darien casually slung his arms over Tony and Radford's shoulders. Both of his classmates immediately froze. Darien was top dog for a reason. He was the tallest kid in school, the strongest, and when the mood struck him, the meanest motherfucker there was. Everyone knew. The ones that didn't, figured it fast. Mr. Ashford would be getting that privilege soon enough.

“Fuck, hey Darien,” Tony said hesitantly. He glanced sideways at the tall brunette who had crept up behind them. When his eyes fell on Darien's bicep right next to his face—the flesh hard and tattooed—he swallowed. “We were just having a chat with the new teacher. Nothing to get involved in.”

Darien's gaze traveled over the blushing teacher who was currently glaring holes at the three students as he tried to straighten his rumpled shirt. Darien took his cigarette from his mouth. “Ah, well that's where you're wrong. I happen to have Mr. Ashford for fourth period. And if you're messing him up, well, that's going to mess up my grade." Darien fixed on Tony again. "You wouldn't want me to fail, would you?”

Radford immediately took a step back and ducked from his heavy arm. “Right, so I'm getting the fuck out. Sorry 'bout that, Mr. Ashford.”

Darien smirked at the incredulous expression on the man’s face when Radford apologized. “Um, don't think anything of it,” Beau mumbled as he straightening his tie.

“What about you, Tony?” Darien asked, his voice full of implication.

Starting, Tony winced. “Hey, I got the message loud and clear. You wanna be teacher's pet? By all means.” He went to duck away, but Darien grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled Tony sideways while he hissed.

“Wallet.”

Glaring, Tony reached into his back pocket and slammed the leather into Darien's hand. Flipping it open, Darien raised his brow at his ever watching teacher. “This all of it?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” Beau answered, expression full of surprise and gratitude.

Damn, he had amazing eyes. Sexy, wide, glowing blue eyes. Not bothering to look at Tony, Darien shoved the punk aside and listened to him huff away. He used the time to study his new teacher, one he hadn't met until that moment. That was definitely going to change.

Darien let his gaze move from Beau’s handsome face, sturdy shoulders, and down his lithe body still trembling in aftershock. Sexy. Sexy, and sleek, and in desperate need of a very hard fucking.

There was no way he was letting things end here.

“You're Darien Castello?” Voice quiet, Beau combed shaking fingers through his shoulder length locks. His gaze had strayed to where the other two had dissapeared, as if just waiting for them to turn around and come at him.

“That would be me, teach.” Tilting his head, Darien offered the man a drag on his cigarette. When Mr. Ashford shook his head, Darien finished it off, then dropped it to the hallway floor. He crushed it carelessly with his heel.

“You really shouldn't...” Mr. Ashford’s eyes widened when Darien pushed him back and blocked him in with his taller, stronger form.

“You saw how easy that was for me, right teach? I just showed up, and those losers walked away.”

“Y-Yes, I was meaning to thank you.”

Darien smirked. The guy had the cutest fucking stutter too. “You might want to hold off on that.”

He opened up the wallet again, pulled out the cash and counted it while Mr. Ashford watched him with growing trepidation. “I'm going to take this... $300, and you're going to bring me another $200 by Friday.”

“I am?” Mr. Ashford’s eyes narrowed even as his voice broke.

“It's a good deal.” Cash now free of the wallet, Darien slowly snaked his hand around until he found his teacher's back pocket. Ducking closer, he slowly pushed his hand into the man's pants, watching intently as Mr. Ashford blushed and refused to meet his eyes.

Yeah, the guy was smoking hot and definitely interested. What it would take to get him to admit that interest, Darien was looking forward to figuring out.

He left the wallet but not before stealing a small squeeze of that tight, firm ass. “You pay me $500 a week, and I'll make sure guys like that don't mess up your pretty face.”

“You're out of your mind—Ah.” His eyes closed as Darien's arm suddenly pressed across his throat and he fell silent, head forced back against the locker.

“Mr. Ashford, it would be really easy for me to hurt you. And believe me, I wouldn't feel bad about it in the slightest.” No, Darien would love every moment of covering this hot man with as many bruises as he could handle. Moving his head so that he was pressing his mouth to his ear, he added softly, “But if you're a good boy and you do as I say, I'll take care of you. No one will hurt you as long as I'm here to protect you.” Mr. Ashford gave the slightest of tremors and Darien fought back a smile. “It's not a free service, teach. If you don't want to pay me in cash, I might be willing to accept a trade.”

He slowly pulled a lock of Mr. Ashford's hair aside, letting the silky strands run through his fingers. “I can think of a lot of things a sexy guy like you could do for me, teach.” His eyes locked with stunning blue, Darien pushed a thumb against those damn enticing red lips and smirked when Mr. Ashford gasped and turned his head away.

“Think about it. Next Friday once school gets out. Your room.” He pulled away, eyes lingering on the man's lithe form. Mr. Ashford's face was flushed with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and shame. It was sexy as hell, and Darien could think of a million ways to make him look like that all the time—starting with forcing him to his knees.

Fuck, it was his teacher's fault for having such a damn sexy face. He might as well be begging for it.

Darien walked away whistling, hands folded behind his head. Breathing heavily, Mr. Ashford leaned weakly on the wall and watched him go.

***

This was not the first time Beau Ashford had been bullied. Hell, it seemed to be a constant in his life, starting as far back as preschool when the other kids figured out that his first name meant beautiful. That his face happened to match his name hadn't helped matters. Beau had thought once he became a teacher and was seen as an authoritative figure, things would change.

They had not. At 35, Beau was still dealing with the idiots of the world that would judge him on something as superficial as his face and appearance.

He had left his last teaching assignment when a group of punks had gone so far as to burn his car. He hadn't been inside it at the time, but it had been enough for him. Maybe he should have just given up on the whole teaching thing after that, but he was ridiculously stubborn to a fault and still young into his career. He was determined to help these young, troubled kids get a real future for themselves. Just, preferably, without getting his ass kicked at the same time.

That said, he had never had to deal with someone like Darien Castello.

He only knew Darien by name. The young man had yet to show up to a single class even though Beau had been teaching for over two weeks now at the prestigious private university. He wasn't sure just how Darien was able to get away with not attending class, but he suspected it had a lot to do with who his father was. Reginald Castello was a senator. Beau had learned of the fact when he had sent in his attendance sheets and asked if he should be filing a formal reprimand with the office for Castello's absence. He had been told to ignore it.

There was something terribly ironic about a rich brat demanding four-fifths of his income in the name of protection from punks just like him. Hell, at his last school Beau had only had to deal with a beating. He had learned enough to stop carrying cash with him there. For some reason, he'd assumed the richer students would be better behaved. Apparently, he'd been fooling himself.

A protection scam. He had to hand it to the little bastard—fine, huge mountain of a bastard—the guy was ambitious. At twenty-two, Beau sure hadn't been thinking about blackmailing his teachers, and he sure could have used the money a lot more. As for Darien's other threat... trading services... He was pretty sure the student had just been trying to freak him out.

Beau wasn't into guys even though a few through the years had taken one look at his pretty face and slim form and assumed he was. Just because he didn't date much--well, at all--didn't mean he was into guys. He just wasn't that sexual a person. He was too busy working and trying not to get his ass kicked.

He had tried to bulk up. He exercised every day, lifted weights—He wasn't as weak as he looked. But even if he had muscle, it was compact, and he didn't intimidate anyone. Not when they kept looking at his face. He just wasn't a fighter. And normally he wouldn't think that was a problem. But he really, really, really didn't want to give up on his life's dream because every damn punk thought he could be manipulated just by beating him.

Shit, but he hated his face. If he had been born a girl, it would have been an asset. As a guy, it was just a huge target for every aggressive asshole to treat him like shit. He had never had a bad thing to say about how anyone looked. Why the hell did he have to be judged by something so beyond his control?

It was Friday. Beau had been trying to ignore that fact for the entire day, but when the last bell rang it grew very difficult.

He didn't have the money. Even if he did, he wasn't going to let some cocky, rich punk steal his hard-earned yet pitiful salary. He had taken a beaten before, and he was likely going to take plenty in the future. Just another shit day having to deal with being born beautiful, brilliant, and also a guy.

Darien didn't keep him waiting. Beau was just filing the rest of his paperwork away for the week when he walked in dressed in jeans and a tight, sleeveless t-shirt. He had a feeling it was to intimidate. Darien's tanned, tattooed arms were ripped, shoulders broad, chest sculpted above rippling abs. It really wasn't fair; Beau would have killed for a body like that. It didn't matter how much he worked out; he just couldn't get buff. He almost wanted to ask the guy what his secret was, but figured now was not the time.

“Hey, teach. How's your week been?” Darien strolled up while pulling a cigarette from behind his ear, his dark hair cut short except his bangs that were spiky and streaked with red dye. With his sharp green eyes and thick dark lashes, Beau had to wonder why he was wasting his time tormenting his teacher when he could be off chasing cheerleaders or something. That's what those jock types did, right? Got drunk in the parking lot and screwed the chicks that couldn't stop talking for even five minutes. Beau couldn't stand cheerleaders; the bitches made fun of him more than the jocks, like he was their competition or something.

“Hello, Mr. Castello. I do believe this is the first time you've been in my classroom. Unfortunately, you're hours late.” Refusing to comment on the cigarette being lit when there were nearly a hundred no smoking signs in the building, he turned and began wiping down the whiteboard.

“Sorry, but science bores the fuck out of me.” Darien didn't sound sorry. His eyes followed Mr. Ashford's ass as the teacher obliviously reached and stretched to wipe the top of the tall board. “I was wondering if anyone's bothered you since our last talk.”

“The one where you threatened to beat me up if I failed to pay you protection money?” Beau snapped bitterly and wiped the last of his writing away furiously. “No, surprisingly no one has bothered me since then. You must be quite terrifying.” He slammed the eraser down on his desk and turning back.

“You seem upset,” Darien observed blandly, his gaze calm and steady as he met his teacher's blazing eyes.

“I'm not paying you anything.”

“Oh?” Exhaling slowly, Darien took another drag of his cigarette. “Were you under the impression that I wouldn't beat the crap out of you? I thought I was very clear on that.”

Pursing his lips, Beau jutted his chin out stubbornly. “I don't know who you think you are, but you can't just go extorting your teachers. It's illegal, for one. Damn rude, too. You're not even out of college, and you're already on the way to being a career criminal. If I had my way, you'd be—”

“Right, so I didn't really come here for a lecture, Mr. Ashford,” Darien interrupted smoothly. “You owe me 200 bucks, and I'd much prefer that to you nattering on like a whiny bitch.”

Snapping his mouth shut, Beau fumed. Darien stood taller, flexing his shoulders and looking even bigger. It was hard not to notice, and he swallowed hard as Darien took a step around his desk. “I don't have that kind of money. I'm a teacher. We don't get paid much for the privilege of teaching the next generation of extortionists. I have bills. Rent. I enjoy actually eating once in a while. Next time you try this game, I suggest you consider the income your victim can provide before asking for such a ludicrous amount.”

His eyebrows raising in surprise, Darien flashed a small smirk. “I'll take that into advisement, teach.” He took another step and Beau turned his head away when Darien pushed into his personal space, their chests nearly brushing. “So what can you afford?”

Beau had actually thought of this. He didn't know why; it wasn't like he could give in to this sort of thing. If one student started this crap, the rest would surely follow. But not only was Darien Castello damn intimidating, but he also had a senator for a father. Beau knew there would be no help for him after learning that fun fact.

“Fifty. It barely leaves me enough for gas to get to school every morning,” he muttered. He glancing at Darien, only to quickly look away when he found him staring at his mouth.

“Fifty? That's a very different number than what I'm asking for,” Darien pointed out with a sigh. “But I'd be willing to consider it.”

Beau wasn't expecting that, and he met his student's gaze hesitantly. “Really?” If it only took fifty bucks a week to keep this bastard from giving him shit, along with the rest of the damn punks in the school, he might take him up on his offer.

When Darien had first shown up the other day and saved him from those assholes, Beau had thought him a godsend. Nearly a black knight coming to his rescue. Strong and intimidating, the other students had feared Darien. And well, no one had ever stood up for him before. Beau had honestly been grateful until he had tried to extort him.

“I'm not unreasonable, Mr. Ashford. I know not everyone is rolling in dough. So what are you going to give me to make up for the other $450 you can't afford?”

Ice chilled his veins, and Beau bit his lip. Right. Of course. God, kids were monsters these days. “I think you seem to misunderstand just how little I have,” he said coldly. “I have no assets. I don't own my apartment or car. I live paycheck to paycheck.”

“No, I got that.” Darien crushed his lit cigarette into the palm of his hand and then flicked it into the waste bin. “I was thinking more of services. Teaching is a service, isn't it? You use your expertise to help others learn a topic?”

“I... I guess you could say that,” Beau answered hesitantly. “Did you want me to tutor you?”

Darien chuckled darkly. Beau had only a moment to realize he'd definitely misread the situation when fingers wrapped around his chin and pulled him forward, lips suddenly an inch from his own. “Mr. Ashford, how much would $450 get me with a guy like you?”

“W-What?” Trying to fight the way his face was heating up, Beau took a step back, only to have his back press up against the whiteboard.

“Let's say I took you out on a date.” Darien's free hand came up to lean against the wall and block his teacher's escape on one side. “Someplace nice. Someplace where I could throw down $500. I'd get something back for that, right? I mean, it's just expected, really.”

Beau didn't know what was more offensive; that Darien thought that dating automatically meant you were buying affection, or that he just assumed he was the type to exchange money for sex.

“Mr. Castello, you seem to be confused. I'm not interested in men, and most certainly not my student who is also trying to extort me. And to answer your question, you should not expect anything back. A date is not buying sex. It is not expected, at least, not where I'm from. The very notion is offensive and—”

“Heh, you're really cute when you're angry.” Darien's eyes ran down Beau's form, and the teacher trailed off warily. “Teach, when you throw down $500 on a guy, you expect him to put out. It's just natural.”

Beau was starting to get very nervous under that hungry stare. Yes, he'd had a few men try to pick him up before, but none of them had put much effort into it. They'd all been shy, intimidated by his beauty. Darien wasn't like that at all. No, he didn't seem very interested in how Beau felt about him or the situation, just so long as he got what he wanted. It made something clench inside Beau, made him hot, dizzy, and flustered.

“Mr. Castello, what you're suggesting is highly inappropriate, never mind illegal. Immoral,” Beau managed to get out as he edged away from his towering student.

Darien shrugged unconcernedly and slammed his other hand down so that Beau was trapped between his muscular arms. He dipped his head closer, nose pressed to the side of Beau's, lips just brushing. “I really don't care, teach. I want to fuck you. Hard, rough, until you're screaming my name.”

Blinking, heat rising to his cheeks, Beau tried to turn his head away. Darien followed and kept the same uncomfortable closeness. “I'm not into men,” he said, hating how shaky his voice sounded. Darien was nearly on top of him, heat roiling off his tall form, his breath even hotter as it puffed on his cheek.

This was very new for Beau. He'd had plenty of men threaten to hurt him. None of them had seemed into doing it while also wanting to fuck him.

“I told you; I don't care.” Eyes moving over Beau's face for a searching moment, Darien flicked his tongue out and traced his teacher's upper lip.

Beau froze, breath hitched, eyes wide from the hot, wet touch. Something shuddered through him he didn't want to identify. It only grew stronger when that tongue moved down, lapped his mouth, and teased slowly against the seam of his lips. “S-Stop,” he whispered. A groan tore from him when Darien's large hand cupped his jaw roughly and held him in place so he could press their lips together.

It was hard, hungry, and like no kiss Beau had ever experienced before. Darien wrapped his fingers into his long hair, pulled demandingly, forced his head back and lips open. Tongue shoving deep into his mouth, he used his larger body to pin Beau tight against the wall, and grind his hips against his trapped body.

“Oh, hell,” Beau gasped into the kiss. Another groan escaped when he felt what could only be Darien's hard cock rub against his hip. It was big, so hot and demanding, and for the first time, Beau allowed himself to wonder just what it would feel like to touch another man's dick.

He shouldn't. He really wasn't like that...

Grunting, Darien pulled Beau's hair harder and forced the whimpering man to bend his neck back in his strong hold. He crushed their lips together again, plunged his tongue against Beau's, exploring his mouth heatedly while suffocating the lithe man. He rubbed unceasingly over his tongue, stealing his breath, grinding against him so hard, so hot, Beau's knees started to waver and he slid down the wall with a moan.

“That's it, teach.” Darien wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him back up, then higher. He crushed Beau back against the board on tiptoes and sucked and nipped down his long, pale throat. “Fuck, you're one tight piece of ass.” He pushed his knee between Beau's slim thighs, groaning when he found a responding hardness pushing against his leg. “Yeah, that's fucking it.”

Darien's leg pushed him further up the wall. Beau could only gasp for air, his eyes half closed, moans escaping him with every grind of the strong thigh against his rock hard cock.

Fuck, what was happening to him? He shouldn't... shouldn't like this. Not with a man. Not with a stupid, arrogant punk that thought he could just bully him into anything.

Beau raised his arms, meaning to push Darien away, to show that even if his body was responding, it didn't mean he wanted it. But once his fingers found his student's hard biceps, he could only grasp onto them weakly and feel the powerful, hot flesh beneath his palms as his ass was grabbed and squeezed hard.

“God... Oh, god,” Beau moaned dizzily, and his head fell back against the wall. Darien gave a final nip to the side of his neck and moved back up to claim his mouth forcefully. Beau didn't resist. His lips parted readily and body arched into the strong one moving against him, holding him close, pushing him down against the wall.

“W-Wait,” he whispered shakily but Darien swallowed his protest the moment it was free. His student's large hand continued to work on his belt, quickly pulling the buckle open and tearing the button and fly to his slacks down. Blushing crimson, Beau moaned, his voice cracking when Darien boldly reached into his underwear and wrapped his fingers around his aching cock.

“Mr. Ashford, I think you might be interested after all,” Darien whispered against his lips, his grip tightening as he held Beau's dick in the palm of his hand and felt it pulse with every gasping breath his teacher took.

Forcing his eyes open, Beau found Darien staring down at him, green eyes blazing fire and sex. He wanted to deny it, wanted to tell him to get the fuck off and never touch him again. Instead his hips jolted forward, his body pushing against his student's hard muscles as another moan escaped him.

“That's it. Fuck, you look damn slutty with your dick in my hand.” Darien gave Beau's shaft a single stroke, then withdrew his hand reluctantly. “I'm going to give you a week, teach. A week to decide if you want to give me the proper fee for my protection. Or if you want to spread those fucking tight cheeks of yours and let me fuck you.”

His head spun as Beau tried to figure out where the hot hand had gone and soon after the hard, suffocating body. He slid down the wall without Darien to hold him upright and looked around blearily. Heavy pants fell from Beau's parted lips, his head thrown back. He found Darien watching him from his large desk while lighting up another cigarette.

Once Darien's eyes met his, Beau couldn't look away. He wet his lips and struggled for air, half hating that his body wanted him to come back, to finish what he had started. He was aching. Beau had never ached like this before. It was maddening, confusing, and he needed release.

His breath caught when Darien slowly stepped back in his direction, the other's gaze roaming over him like a predator sizing up a kill. He stopped inches away, Beau hyper aware of his student's towering height, strength, the way Darien's erection was bulging above his head.

Eyes locked with his, Darien pressed two of his fingers to Beau's lips and pushed the long digits into his teacher's mouth. Eyebrows furrowed, Beau groaned as his lips spread, his face hot with embarassment and arousal. He felt every push and pull as Darien began to fuck his mouth with his thick fingers in rough thrusts, dragging over his tongue, pressing deep down his throat, using his mouth however he pleased. Darien hooked his digits into his cheek, pulled hard enough for Beau to turn his head, then pulled him back to face him again.

“Pick the second option, teach. I have a strong feeling you're going to like riding my cock.” Darien's thumb squeezed his lower lip and tugged. He pulled his fingers from between Beau's swollen lips and drew a line of saliva down his chin and long, pale throat. “Even if you don't like it, you're going to look so fucking hot with a dick up your ass that it'll make up for it.”

Groaning when Darien's hand wrapped possessively around his neck, Beau didn't answer. He just stared up into his heated gaze as his head was forced back, lost in those burning green eyes.

“I have a previous engagement, teach. Otherwise, I'd stay and listen to how loud you scream when you come." Darien's gaze dropped to his glistening lips. "Yeah, you're definitely a screamer. Maybe even a crier, which is just sexy as fuck. Make sure you're thinking of me when you jerk off.” He released Beau's neck with a dark smile, stepped back and headed for the door.

His eyes closed as Darien shut the door behind him and Beau let out a low, desperate moan.

Fuck... Holy fuck.

He was only twenty-two. His student. His extortionist, assholic student. He couldn't.

God, he really, really couldn't.

So why the fuck was he thinking about it?

A whimper escaping him, Beau hesitantly ran his hand up his hip, fingers pushed slowly under the band of his underwear.

Don't... Anyone could walk in. He was in school. In a classroom in his damn school. Don't think of him...

But he couldn't stop. It was all he could think about; Darien's strong hands, those damn muscles he had thought he wanted for himself but now he was pretty sure he just wanted to move against him, that fucking tongue of his, so demanding, so forceful and possessive.

He couldn't. A senator's son. His student. It would be a huge scandal—Fucking his gay student. God, he wanted to. So bad. He'd never wanted anything like this.

Licking his palm, Beau wrapped it around his dick. He bit his lip to stop his groans as he began to stroke firmly. No one had ever touched him that way before. He threw his head back, gasping, mouth tingling still from the feel of Darien's rough kisses and rougher fingers. God, he could nearly feel it, the hard heat of his tongue, the cruel grip holding his hair, his strong body forcing him back, suffocating him and taking everything he wanted from him as if it were his right.

His gliding hand began to lose rhythm. Beau panted desperately, head rolling back and forth on the wall as he rocked his hips up. He came with a muffled shout, free hand clamped over his mouth as Darien's eyes flashed in his mind.

Fuck.

Oh fuck, he was in trouble here.

Looking down slowly, Beau stared at the pearly white cum stringing over his fingers. He hesitantly raised his hand up and tentatively tasted his seed.

Would Darien's cum taste the same?

Eyes closing at the realization of what he was about to do, Beau pushed two fingers into his mouth with a husky moan. He imitated what Darien had done to him only minutes ago, except this time with cum coating his fingers and dripping tangy into his mouth. It was the blowjob he had imagined when his student had forced his fingers boldly into his mouth and made him suck.

Fuck, he was in serious trouble.

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I didn’t know that one bloody kiss could change my life forever. I‘ve found my soulmate and nothing makes sense anymore. He’s a half demon, half angel who just got out of the pit. Danyal doesn’t know how to be human—Worse, he doesn’t know how to keep living. There’s nothing I won’t do for him but I’m only human and when Danyal runs, he flies. X 50,000+ wrds, paranormal, angels, demons, NA. Published: March 4, 2017

Apprentice Saga Demon Bonded Collection: Book 2

This volume contains episodes 5-9 of Demon Bonded, as well as the bonus episode ‘The Forging Of An Apprentice,' written by Sadie Sins and previously published 2016. Apprentice Saga is the second saga in the mm erotic world of Demon Bonded. This serial is a fun play on monster collecting and male harems. Expect demon bonding, master/slave relationships of mild and abusive nature, multiple partners, magical powers, learning how to be a sorcerer, and conflict with crueler demon masters. XX 68,000+ wrds, serial, paranormal, humanoid demons, sorcerers, and bondage. Published: February 4, 2017

Demencious Saga Demon Bonded Collection: Book 1

This volume contains episodes 1-4 of Demon Bonded, as well as the bonus episode 'Far From Home', written by Sadie Sins and previously published 2015-2016. Demencious Saga is the first saga in the mm erotic world of Demon Bonded. This serial is a fun play on monster collecting and male harems. Expect demon bonding, master/slave relationships of mild and abusive nature, multiple partners, magical powers, learning how to be a sorcerer, and conflict with crueler demon masters. X-XX 50,000+ wrds, serial, paranormal, humanoid demons, sorcerers, and bondage. Published: January 28, 2017

Home Invasion Obsession: Book 1

When an intruder breaks into their house with a gun, Joshua, and his father Kyle are forced into a series of depraved acts by a deranged man that demands submission. Kyle will do anything to protect his son, but he can't help but notice that Joshy seems more than eager to do everything the armed thief tells him, just as long as his father is involved. XXX 25,000+ wrds, contemporary, forced to fuck, father/son, incest, straight to gay. Published: January 15, 2017

The Fall Demon Bonded: Episode Nine

With the fall of the demon trainer, Tobias, Ky must make a decision. Be the ruthless sorcerer he needs to be to protect the demons he has come to love or fight fate for some sort of normalcy out of what is left of his tattered life. XX 20,000+ wrds, serial, paranormal, humanoid demons, sorcerers, and bondage. Published: November 11, 2016

Taken By Beasts A M/M Erotic Halloween Collection

This collection contains five never before released, steamy paranormal stories of monsters and the innocent, handsome young men they call prey *cough* boyfriend. X-XXX 66,000+ wrds, monsters, Hallowen, werewolves, sorcery, dubcon, NA. Published: October 28, 2016

The Autumn Prince

Eaves has spent a lifetime hiding from the elves that would kill him. After one dangerous night and an angry eyed prince, Eaves must decide if his future lies with humans or the elf he's fallen for. X 36,000+ wrds, Fantasy, elves, action adventure, dubcon, NA. Published: September 9, 2016

StepDaddy

Jeff has been doing everything he can to keep his distance from his hunky new stepson. But when Ethan starts dressing provocatively to get the man's attention, there's only one way to handle the situation. Like a daddy. X 35,000+ wrds, contemporary, straight to gay, first time, pseudo incest, NA. Published: August 27, 2016

The Demon Trainer Demon Bonded: Episode Eight

In the eighth installment of Demon Bonded, Ky and Liem rush to save Brave from the sorcerer that first summoned the demon wolf to their world. But Liem can’t be trusted and Master Tobias seems more interested in Ky’s ability to black link with the rare Relics and not end up dead in the process. XX 14,000+ wrds, serial, paranormal, humanoid demons, sorcerers, and bondage. Published: August 5, 2016

BITE: Claiming His Mate A Mate Of His Own: Book 2

Shane thought facing Ryan after their day of confusing, overwhelming pleasure was going to be difficult. It's nothing compared to having to face his family and himself. If he fails, his inner spirit wolf could kill Ryan and everyone he knows. XX 23,000+ wrds, paranormal, werewolf, straight to gay, dubcon, bdsm. Published: July 1, 2016

Robyn: Forced To Be Their Sister A MMMM Incest Dubcon Erotica

Rob is pissed that his brothers have once again humiliated him, calling him a chick in front of the team. He's sick of being treated like a girl. The only problem is, he keeps acting like one, his three older brothers done dealing with the little brat's hissy fits. They're going to teach their sis a lesson Rob won't forget. XX 17,000+ wrds, contemporary, brothercest, dubcon, and angst. Published: June 11, 2016

The White Wolf Vale City Howls: Episode Three

Heller finds his pack on the outskirts of Dogtowne, revealing a crisis underway for the shifter wolves. One of their pups is missing and what the cursed werewolves will do to a shifter is a fate worse than death. XX 10,000+ wrds, paranormal, werewolf, multi. Published: June 10, 2016

HEAT: Abducted To Be His Mate A Mate Of His Own: Book 1

If having to go through his first heat wasn't bad enough for werewolf Ryan Moss, kidnapping and tying up his rival of forever, Shane Cooper, guarantees to make it eventful. Too bad Ryan's wolf thinks the boy is perfect for mating no matter how straight Shane says he is. XXX 23,000+ wrds, paranormal, werewolf, straight to gay, noncon, bdsm. Published: June 3, 2016

Bullying Teacher Bullying Teacher: The Complete Serial

This book contains all five episodes of Bullying Teacher previously published by Sadie Sins and bonus material never before read, totaling in over 60,000 words of content. What starts as a bizarre protection scam quickly spirals into something else as Darien awakens dark, confusing desires in his once innocent, straight teacher. Can Beau find a way to free himself from the strange obsession taking him, or will he be bullied into something that could lose him his job and life as he knows it? XXX 60,000 wrds, student/teacher, new adult, bdsm. Published: May 27, 2016

The Drunk Email A Brothercest Erotica

Nick has had a crush on his older brother for as long as he could remember. Justin is just so perfect; handsome, strong with blond hair and blue eyes. It's impossible to look anywhere else. Nick never thought he'd ever tell his brother how he felt. That was until Justin went on a school trip out of country and Nick got lonely and really drunk. X 12,000+ wrds, contemporary, brothercest, dubcon, and angst. Published: May 1, 2016

Teddy Meets The Gardener Teddy’s Naughty Adventures: Episode Two

It's only the second day at Granny Emma's and Teddy is already being put to work in unexpected ways. He meets the gardener for the first time. Mr. Fowler is handsome, charismatic, and ready to help Teddy in any way the beautiful boy needs, even if his methods end up making a big mess for the two of them. XXX 10,000+ wrds, contemporary, ageplay, shota, boylove, dubcon/noncon, prostitution. Published: May 1, 2016

The Chains That Bind Demon Bonded: Episode Seven

In episode 7, Faced with the weight of responsibility for the lives of three demons in his care, Ky doesn’t know what to do next. He’s certain Brave is in danger but what it would take to free the wolf demon is a line he doesn’t want to cross. He knows killing is wrong but letting a Relic be killed isn’t an option in his mind either. X 11,000+ wrds, serial, paranormal, humanoid demons, sorcerers, and bondage. Published: May 1, 2016

Bullying Teacher 5 Bullying Teacher

Picking up where book 4 left off, in the last installment of Bullying Teacher, Darien must find a way to break through Beau's silence and insecurity to finally get the man to see their connection. He's been working on his teacher for weeks but Beau just can't seem to understand just how much he truly cares. XXX 10,000+ wrds, student/teacher, new adult, bdsm, gangbang. Published: April 15, 2016

Bullying Teacher 4 Bullying Teacher

Weeks later, now living with his wealthy student, Beau has lost himself in his relationship with Darien. Full of doubts and insecurity, not to mention a blossoming realization of his true feelings for his muscular master, things go bad in the matter of a day when a new professor arrives. XXX 10,000+ wrds, student/teacher, new adult, bdsm, noncon. Published: April 15, 2016

Demon Arms The Paranormal Academy For Troubled Boys: Book 1

Just dodging jail, dragon shifter Wylie ends up in the Academy, an institution for out of control paranormals. He falls for a sexy, troubled sorcerer whose magical infliction makes him too deadly to touch. Convincing Dorian to be his might just get them all killed. X 101,000+ wrds, paranormal, dragon shifter, sorcery, first time, NA. Published: April 1, 2016

Teddy Goes To The Dentist Teddy’s Naughty Adventures: Episode One

When Teddy—orphaned, uneducated and beautiful—arrived at Granny Emma's, he thought it was to help the woman around the house. But Granny Emma thinks Teddy looks much younger than he really is, as do all her professional clients paying to meet the new boy. Teddy finds himself in a prostitution ring, unsure if he wants to leave. XXX 10,000+ wrds, contemporary, ageplay, shota, boylove, dubcon/noncon, prostitution. Published: March 22, 2016

The Werewolf Frey City Howls: Episode Two

Sage, desperate and confused, goes to his friend Taylor for help to hide last night from his crazy brother. Taylor brings Sage to The Den, a werewolf gang hangout in the hopes of getting the boy’s curse removed. Frey, the werewolf alpha, has an idea what Sage’s problem really is. Unfortunately, werewolves are not immune to Sage’s intense scent. XX 10,000+ wrds, paranormal, werewolf, alpha male. Published: March 11, 2016

The Twisted Apprentice Demon Bonded: Episode Six

In episode 6, Ky faces off against Liem, a sorcerer apprentice that might just be a sociopath. Ky wants to save the wolf demon Liem abuses but finds out he should be more worried about getting out alive. XX 11,000+ wrds, serial, paranormal, humanoid demons, sorcerers, and bondage. Published: March 11, 2016

The Black Wolf Heller City Howls: Episode One

Sage's inner beast is waking up and it looks like it's a bitch. Hoping to find a cure (or just some relief) to his new ache and irresistible scent, Sage finds wolf shifters and cursed werewolf gangsters alike through the dark city of Dogtowne. Consumed by his new problem, Sage must find a way to push the need aside to help a young shifter stolen from his pack and family. XXX 10,000+ wrds, paranormal, werewolf, bestiality. Published: March 10, 2016

Drunk, Blind, Stupid Cupid Wounded Hearts: Book One

Aiden didn't expect to spend Valentine's Day doing anything but cursing the color scheme. He's built a wall around his heart filled with bitterness and cynicism created by years of disappointment and neglect. A wall two winged boys are determined to ignore as they claim that Aiden is their destiny. X 33,000+ wrds, paranormal, angels, threesome, NA. Published: February 12, 2016

Bullying Teacher 3 Bullying Teacher

After a weekend full of anxiety and anticipation, Beau finally gets some time alone with Darien. The boy has a knack for drawing the truth out of him, and Beau finds himself admitting just what he really wants from his controlling student. XX 10,000+ wrds, student/teacher, new adult, bdsm, dubcon. Published: February 5, 2016

Beneath The Darkness Demon Bonded: Episode Five

In episode five Ky faces a harsh reality when his father demands to know what happened. Although he’s bonded with Lovely and just starting to learn all he can about the strange demons, Ky can’t stop the fear that he might not be quite sane when no one else can see his Relic friends. To make matters worse, the demon in the basement can’t be unchained by normal means. XX 10,000+ wrds, serial, paranormal, humanoid demons, sorcerers, and bondage. Published: February 5, 2016

I’ll Tell A Blackmailing Stepbrother Romance

Jayce has been doing everything to get his now official younger brother settled in to his new home, all while fighting some very unbrotherly feelings for the angry, isolated brat. After things get weird, Declan decides to turn the tables, blackmailing his older brother into greater heights of depravity. Can Jayce keep from getting sucked into Declan's twisted games? XX 56,000+ wrds, contemporary, stepbrother psi, new adult, blackmail. Published: January 23, 2016

Bullying Teacher 2 Bullying Teacher

Beau and Darien return, the new science teacher confused and consumed with memories of what happened only days ago. He feels drawn to his controlling student but repelled by the sheer need growing in him. He wants to be owned and protected, but also publicly disgraced and he doesn't know how to deal with these strange, overwhelming urges. XX 10,000+ wrds, student/teacher, new adult, bdsm, dubcon. Published: January 15, 2016

Bullying Teacher 1 Bullying Teacher

Beau Ashford goes from straight bully victim to needy bottom when his aggressive, rich student makes a move on him in the form of extortion for bodyguard help. Things quickly spiral into a master/slave relationship, one neither man is certain how to handle. XX 10,000+ wrds, student/teacher, new adult, bdsm, dubcon. Published: January 15, 2016

Magnificent Night Demon Bonded: Episode Four

Terrified his parents may already be dead, Ky faces the basement a final time, finding something he never would have expected in the dark depths. X 20,000+ wrds, serial, paranormal, humanoid demons, sorcerers, and bondage. Published: January 15, 2016

The Killer Wardrobe Demon Bonded: Episode Three

Ky’s stumble into the wardrobe leads to a confusing discovery; Lovely might just have a boyfriend, or a really possessive coyote stalker. Either way, the wardrobe fiend seems ready to slash Ky a new one until Lovely finally gets the brute under control and behaving the only way the sexy cat boy knows how. X 10,000+ wrds, serial, paranormal, humanoid demons, sorcerers, and bondage. Published: January 15, 2016

Dare

Brendon wasn't looking to be molested by his best friend's asshole of a friend, Mitch, forced to suck the kid's fingers for a dare. Worse, suddenly Jake finally admits his very gay feelings for his very pretty friend, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Brendon is straight. But Jake thinks his best friend is just repressed and he's willing to recruit some help to prove it. XX 23,000+ wrds, contemporary, first time, dubcon, multi, NA. Published: January 2, 2016

Blackthorne Dragon Shield: Book 1

Daniel Cross fell in love with the wrong sorcerer. Mason Blackthorne holds a conduit dragon inside, making him the target of every evil warlock that could conceive to capture him. Daniel has plenty of good reasons for avoiding Mason but his heart and body are completely at the conduit's mercy. Can Daniel be convinced to fight for Mason or will he lose the only boy he's ever truly loved to an ancient evil lurking in human flesh? X 105,000+ wrds, paranormal, humanoid shifters, action adventure, and courting sorcerers. Published: December 19, 2015

Breathing Under The Bed Demon Bonded: Episode Two

After a night of intense pleasure with a being he doesn’t even know the face of, never mind name, Ky is faced with a growing problem. The wardrobe is eating his clothes. X 11,000+ wrds, serial, paranormal, humanoid demons, sorcerers, and bondage. Published: November 24, 2015

Something Waiting In The Dark Demon Bonded: Episode One

When Ky Scion moved to his old family estate, he had expected the house to be empty. Instead, somewhere in the darkness hides beautiful humanoid demons, some with powers so great, Ky will have to learn how to defend them or risk having them stolen away. X 10,000+ wrds, serial, paranormal, humanoid demons, sorcerers, and bondage. Published: November 14, 2015

Coffee Guy Broken By Alphas

Galvin Starling, alpha werewolf and billionaire, runs a unique office. Jayden, the new coffee guy, has just found himself tied up in the same room as six large, strong alphas. He knows what's coming next, he just isn't sure he can handle it in such large numbers. XXX 15,000+ wrds, paranormal, alpha wolf shifters, bondage, and office. Published: November 10, 2015

Doing Wrong A Magical Romance

Chase wants someone he's not supposed to have. Tristan Bryant is sexy, talented and infuriating, not to mention already seeing someone. Chase crosses the line when he uses a spell to disguise himself as Tristan's boyfriend, all while falling for the brat. He doesn't know how to make things right and Tristan seems determined to hate him forever. XX 33,000+ wrds, paranormal, dubcon, sorcerers, and school. Published: November 7, 2015


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StepDaddy

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Ethan never expected to fall for his mother’s new love interest. He had never thought he’d ever look at a man that way at all. There’s just something about his caring but controlling stepfather that has everything upside down for the eighteen year old, his crush only getting worse the longer they share space.

Jeff has been doing everything he can to avoid his new stepson. Ethan is sweet, lonely, and absolutely beautiful. And worse, Jeff can’t help but want to protect the boy, especially when Ethan insists on dressing in provocative, hot ways. His stepson might just be trying to bait him, but for what he’s not sure.

When the two finally realize their attraction is mutual, Jeff knows he must leave to keep from crossing the line. Heartbroken, Ethan comes up with a plan. He’s just not sure it will be enough to convince his stepdaddy to stay.

18+ This novella contains explicit m/m sexual content, graphic language, and themes of bondage and discipline between adult men. Over 35,000 words long.

35,000+ wrds, Published August 27, 2016.

WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT STEPDADDY

This was a hot, sexy, funny yet dirty read. Ethan can't help checking out his hot stepdad and his stepdad Jeff has been lusting after his stepson for ages. Whose going to cave into their lust first?
Ethan made me laugh when he dressed to impress, with a provocative flare, to get Jeff's attention.

The book is written well but I wouldn't expect any less from Sadie Sins.

This was a fun and naughty read, and also a very provocative guilty pleasure. Jeff is the sexy, hot step, dad who is trying his hardest not to give into the raging lust that he has for his step son, Ethan. Ethan feels the same way and tries many little schemes to get Jeff's attention. The only thing that bothered me about Jeff was his constant regret when he did give in to him at times, although I don't want to spoil anything since it was an enjoyable read. Ethan's mother is never there and they have somewhat of an open marriage, so there's that. :) The writing, of course, was excellent (as usual) and the characters were very tantalizing. I can't wait to read about what happens in that home next. Super titillating.

Arghh, good, so good! This was kinda tame for Sadie, with the stepfather spending most of the book being a dang upstanding and respectable man *grumbles* I really wish this book had been longer, if for no other reason than to have lots more steamy Daddy kink scenes :p I loved both characters a lot! (cont...)

Excerpt

“Damn, kid, don’t you ever go to school?”

Ethan blinked up from his phone screen as his stepfather came into the kitchen, his eyes lingering for a moment on the man’s tattooed arms. “Summer vaca,” Ethan mumbled, ducking his head back down and hiding behind his box of cereal as the man made his way to the stove top and began cooking up a late breakfast. “Don’t you have work?” He asked, not really expecting an answer. Jeff didn’t talk much. The guy had moved in six months ago after a whirlwind engagement and besides hanging out in the adjoining garage painting all day, Ethan rarely saw the man outside of the occasional times Jeff would try and catch up with him.

He was kind of glad the guy was so busy. Jeff unsettled the fuck out of him.

“I’ve actually been up since dawn. Just grabbing something to eat before I get back to the canvas. Got that gallery showing in a week and I need to get some last minute touchups done before framing.”

Ethan nodded to himself, having a bite of his now soggy cereal while sneaking a peek at the man. Jeff was still in his pajamas, wearing a pair of black flannel night pants and a black wifebeater that was flecked with spots of paint. He wasn’t wearing shoes—the man rarely did while around the house. Both of his arms were covered from shoulder to wrist in tattoo’s, his tanned skin colored in elaborate, geometric patterns in blue, gold, and black ink. It was apparently inspired by one of Jeff’s own paintings. A badass painting if he was to go by the man’s bulging biceps.

Ethan’s new stepfather was a lot of eye candy. With his piercing blue eyes and brown, shoulder-length wavy hair, the guy could have been a model. He had the body for it—tall, lean, and buff—as well as the not giving a fuck attitude. Jeff always looked like he was two days late to shave, a light fuzz prickling at his jaw and neck, and he rarely dressed up beyond jeans and a t-shirt. He was also one of those health nuts, having filled their refrigerator with tons of fresh, organic produce when he moved in, his blender heard before any of the alarm clocks went off.

“You looking for a job?”

Ethan ducked his head back down, shaking it silently when the man glanced over at him from the stove. He tried to lose himself in his video game but couldn’t stop from being distracted by Jeff’s presence across the room. The thing was, Ethan didn’t like guys. He was pretty fucking sure. But it was really hard to look away from Jeff whenever the man was around. There was just something about the guy that drew his eye and kept him looking. Like his colorful biceps. Or the way the man’s thin pants clung to his sculpted ass.

It was unsettling. Confusing. Ethan just couldn’t stop getting hot whenever around his stepfather and it had been going on for months now.

“You need a job, kid. An internship. Something. You going to waste your life hanging around the fucking house all the time?”

Ethan looked up when his cereal box was suddenly taken away, watching as Jeff placed a plate with an omelet in front of him, the man nudging his bowl of cereal aside on the kitchen island to make room. “You also need to start eating some actual food. There is no way there are enough calories in that sugary shit to even get you out of your chair. I don’t know how the hell you get through your soccer games on this shit.”

Jeff was damn near intimidating when up close, the man’s face predatorial and eyes stunning as they met his. He was also bisexual, something Ethan’s mom had mentioned in passing and now he couldn’t stop thinking about. Ethan nearly dropped his phone, quickly grabbing the fork that was pushed his way to hide his tremor.

“Your mother ever teach you how to cook?” Jeff asked, cocking his hip and leaning against the island while he waited for Ethan to try the food. The hem of the man’s shirt was stretched over his hips in a way that revealed a flash of tanned abs and a sparse trail of hair leading beneath his pants. It was very distracting.

Ethan really wished the guy would look somewhere else so he could fucking breathe and stop feeling like an idiot already. He shook his head silently, finally giving in to his stepfather and scooping some food onto his fork. “Shit—I mean, this is really good. Uh, sir. T-Thank you.”

Jeff raised a brow at the stuttering boy, silently mouthing the word ‘sir’ to himself. His gaze slid down to where the blond had just nearly dropped his fork. “Well?”

Ethan jolted, looking up, the utensil now caught between his lips. “Um…?”

“Did Leah ever show you how to cook?” Jeff repeated, a slight smile curling the edges of his lips when Ethan began to flush.

“My mom’s not… She doesn’t cook,” Ethan mumbled, reaching for his phone with his other hand in the hopes of ending this absolutely alarming conversation where his stepfather looked at him and kept asking him about stuff.

“You wanna learn how?” Jeff prompted, watching as the blond boy tried to hide behind the small cell phone screen and eat another bite of food at the same time. “Seeing as you’re going to be around all day, and I do try to make it a point to eat.”

Ethan shrugged, grunting something noncommittal.

Jeff was not deterred, the man’s fingers curling around the boy’s wrist to guide his hand away from his face. When Ethan looked up, only blushing brighter now, he added, “And while I’m showing you how to cook, you can fill out some job applications.”

The man’s words sinking in, Ethan scowled, pulling his hand away to rest it on the table instead. His wrist felt like it was tingling where Jeff had touched it, an annoying distraction as he tried to state his case for not needing any job now that he had gotten his last year of high school out of the way.

“I don’t want a job. I’m starting college in a couple of months and I just want to chill for a bit before all that.”

“What, are you ancient? Decrepit? Eat your omelet.” Jeff turned away, going back to the stove and cracking more eggs into a bowl and whisking them with a fork. “You’re going to want money, right? You’re going to want to hang out with your friends. Gas cost money, kid. Concerts, food, the mall—Believe me, you’re going to want a job.”

“Really, I’m not,” Ethan muttered, glaring at his plate. He had only just started to feel the freedom of being out of school. All he wanted to do was hang out with his friends and maybe his house. “My mom will pay for all that shit.”

Jeff snorted, the trash bin rattling as he threw the eggshells into the wastebasket. “Like fuck, she will. Leah does enough without needing to pay for your lazy ass.”

“I’m not lazy,” Ethan said with a growl.

“Oh, did you pay for that $600 phone your face is always glued to? What about the nearly $100 a month it costs so that you can text your friends your every riveting thought as you have them? The motorcycle you’re driving or the insurance that allows you to do so?” Jeff turned, pointing the spatula at him when Ethan stood, the boy getting ready to escape. “What about rent? All that cardboard food you keep eating? Just where do you think the money for all that comes from? Not your schooling.”

Pursing his lips, Ethan crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not lazy. I’m just a kid.”

Jeff scoffed. “Not anymore, you aren’t. I don’t get why Leah didn’t have you working through summers. It’s time to grow the fuck up and start contributing. I’m not painting every day to keep your ass in designer jeans, kid.”

Glaring, a million scathing retorts swirling in his head, Ethan opened his mouth but nothing came out. Jeff’s eyes were blazing, the man unblinking and deceptively calm as he just stared him down. “No one asked you to buy me anything,” Ethan finally muttered, unable to meet the man’s glare any longer. He liked it, though. A part of him liked that Jeff cared enough to lend him money for things. His mother was never around but Jeff was, even if the guy didn’t talk to him as much as he’d like. Ethan had never had a dad before and Jeff was the closest thing to perfect in a lot of ways when it came to things like that.

“Hm.” His eyes narrowed, Jeff turned back to the stove, flipping his omelet before it started browning. “Don’t go running off until you eat. I don’t think you’ve had more than pizza and Cheetos this entire week.”

Sighing in exasperation, Ethan sat, glaring at the man’s back. Only to have his eyes inadvertently slide down, his gaze caught on Jeff’s ass when the man leaned over to grab the salt and pepper shakers. It was a decidedly interesting ass; firm, symmetrical and muscular. He hadn’t really known that he liked muscular asses but he definitely liked Jeff’s.

“You interested in anything in particular?”

Ethan jumped, his eyes snapping up. But the brunette was only looking at the pan, poking it with his spatula. “What?”

“For work. You have anything in mind you’d like to do?”

Ugh. “Play video games,” Ethan said flippantly.

“Cute. I’m sure people just hand you money for that shit.”

“Coming from the artist,” he muttered, stabbing at his omelet. That it was about the best thing he had tasted in as long as he could remember didn’t help his mood at all. “People pay you to hang out around the house painting pictures.”

“Not exactly.” Plating his food, Jeff turned the stove top off and poured himself a glass of fresh juice before sitting across from Ethan at the kitchen island.

“People buy a product from me. Now some pay for a service if they want to hire me to paint as a demonstration, or to design a mural, tattoo, whatever. But for the most part, I create something and people buy a print or the original. That’s how I can get away with hanging around the house all day; I'm selling even when I'm asleep. That doesn’t mean I don’t have to work it for clients at galleries and meetings that get my art on walls where people can see. Renting out one of my paintings to a business requires me to do more than just paint, but it’s worth the money that comes in. Half my income this month was just on rented paintings. They’re not even new pieces but they can pay the bills if you know what you’re doing.”

Ethan really didn’t want to care just how Jeff made his money. Unfortunately, he was finding it interesting and he sighed again, daring to look up at the man. Jeff’s head was ducked, a long lock of wavy hair brushing over one of his eyes, his mouth open as he took a bite of his breakfast. The man had ridiculously lush lips, full and red. Combined with his sharp features and strong jaw, he really was just the epitome of male beauty. Ethan idly wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips. They probably weren’t as soft as they looked. With Jeff’s bristle, it might even be prickly, a little rough.

Glancing up, Jeff caught Ethan staring at him, the boy immediately looking away. “You pick a major yet?”

Ethan shook his head weakly, hating how flustered he felt. “Mom said she was going to help.”

“Yeah, well waiting for Leah to pull herself from her work is like watching paint dry.” Jeff smiled grimly. “I can help you if you want. I’m surprisingly good at that kind of shit.”

Glancing his way a moment, Ethan shrugged. “Okay. Um, maybe tonight? Once I get back from hanging with my friends. I was thinking of something business oriented.”

He couldn’t help but wonder how quickly it had taken for Jeff to figure out just how unavailable his mother really was. It would probably still take the man a good year to realize she wasn’t going to change. And seeing as he married her, he might even stick it out longer trying to make it work. He was young still; he might think it was worth putting the effort in.

Ethan hoped he would. Not because he wanted to see Jeff break his heart but because he really liked having the man as a stepfather. Jeff was cool. Scary, but cool. Ethan had never had anyone actually care about him and even though Jeff breezed in and out most of the day between painting, the man was always saying and doing stuff that made it clear he gave a fuck. He was a calming presence. Sturdy and reliable. Ethan wasn’t used to having something like that and he’d be really pissed if his mother ruined it for him.

His mother had tried this time, he knew that much. Jeff was very different from what Leah usually dated. He was self-driven and had interests outside of just their relationship—Really important seeing as Ethan’s mother lived for her work and her last three relationships had failed because she couldn’t put enough time or energy into them. She was always at the office and when she was home, her head was at the office, planning new ideas, designing new rooms and buildings.

Leah Walde was an architect, a highly sought after one, and she had started her own firm ten years ago. Jeff had actually been commissioned to create a portrait of one of her more famous buildings and that was how they had met. That Jeff could balance his creativity with business savvy had been a good fit for Leah, even if Jeff didn’t have much interest in doing much beyond supporting himself so that he could continue his painting. It was still a step up from the last guy who had thought he was going to be some sort of jobless house husband.

“Any thoughts on what you want to learn how to cook for tonight?” Jeff asked, having a sip of his juice.

Ethan couldn’t help but stare; a droplet of moisture dripping from his stepfather’s mouth to trickle down his chin. God, what was wrong with him? He blinked, finding Jeff staring at him with a raised brow, the man waiting patiently for an answer. Ethan really didn’t have one. “Um, whatever you feel like eating, I guess.”

Grinning wickedly, Jeff put his glass down, leaning close and crooking his finger. “Careful there. I don’t think you could stomach half the things I eat, kid.”

His breath curling hot around his ear, Ethan’s breath hitched. He glanced Jeff’s way, feeling stupid as fuck when he caught the man still smiling. His eyes were sparkling at him, flashing with some hidden laughter that was making him feel hot inside. For a frozen eternity, he was certain the man was flirting with him and he had no idea how to respond.

Thankfully, Jeff seemed oblivious to his panic, the man reaching over and patting Ethan’s shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry, kid, I won’t make you eat anything too healthy and green. Seeing the diet you’re coming from, I wouldn’t want to overwhelm your system with anything of substance.”

“Oh.” Gnawing on his bottom lip, Ethan slowly sank back in his seat, hoping his cheeks would stop burning soon. He had a sip of his soda, his gaze inadvertently drawn to his stepfather again. “Um… So, like, when did you know you were bi?” Ethan asked daringly, his heart feeling trapped in his throat once he got the question out.

Moving in a way that seemed just a little too casual, Jeff placed his fork down. “Young. Younger than you are.” He met Ethan’s curious gaze, his head tilting slightly. “Why? Does my sexuality make you uncomfortable?”

“Jesus, only when you say it like that,” Ethan muttered, covering his face with his hand for a moment. He peeked out, combing his fingers through his short blond locks. “Just… Did you know at the same time? Or was it, like, you liked one and then realized you liked the other later?”

Considering the question a moment, Jeff finally answered after having another drink of his juice. “Both. I had at least half a dozen crushes back then and it was pretty easy for me to see that gender was not a barrier for my attraction.”

“So bi people, they all know, like, at the same time, then? Like, if you’re going to be bi, you’re definitely going to know when you start getting crushes. It doesn’t, like, change?” Ethan asked nervously, his fingers twisting at his placemat.

“I’m not sure that would be the way I’d word it,” Jeff said carefully, studying his stepson’s face while Ethan bit his lip and looked at the table. “I think attraction is based on more than just a body, and sometimes when all the right elements come together, you might just find yourself looking at someone you weren’t expecting to be looking at.”

His brows furrowing at the answer, Ethan forced himself to look the man in the eye. “I’m not talking about love or shit. I’m not saying people can’t, like, fall in love and overcome gender or what have you. I just want to know if, you know, you can suddenly be attracted to…” He trailed off, waving his hand nervously.

“Are you worried you’re going to wake up wanting to suck cock?” Jeff asked blandly.

“Now you’re just being an asshole.” Scowling and beyond embarrassed, Ethan stood, more than ready to get away from this man that flustered the fuck out of him on so many different levels. “I don’t think there is anything wrong with gay people. That’s not what I was—”

“Sit your ass down, brat,” Jeff ordered quietly. “Did I say there was anything actually wrong with sucking cock?”

Ethan paused and glared at the man, his brain unfortunately now stuck on the question of if his stepfather had ever sucked cock and what that might look like. A beat later and he sat back down, his leg bouncing nervously. “I just want to know if you can, well… Like a…” He couldn’t say it and was only feeling more upset by the fact because it was Jeff he was trying to explain it to.

“Can you suddenly like someone of the same gender and still like the opposite sex as well?” Jeff supplied when Ethan seemed unable to continue on.

Pursing his lips, Ethan nodded sharply. “But more, can you just, like, suddenly like someone of the same gender. When you never did before. Not ever.”

“Not ever?” Jeff repeated, his eyebrows rising in disbelief.

“Not ever,” Ethan repeated sternly, daring him to call him a liar.

“Well, I’ve only ever had my own experiences to compare to, but if this has happened to someone, I’m pretty sure it’s not the end of the world.” He flashed the boy a comforting smile, placing his elbow on the table so he could lean his chin on his hand. “It’s not like this person would have to act on anything just because he felt something new. People get crushes all the time and don’t act on them.”

Ethan nodded, fairly certain Jeff had no idea just who he was crushing on by the casual air the man was giving off. “But it’s, like, normal?”

“As normal as the huge range of human sexuality can get.”

“But is it bi?” Ethan added, his expression again growing tense.

“It’s whatever that person wants it to be. A fluke. A one-time attraction… Or maybe it’s bi, and they’re just finding out.” Jeff’s smile had only grown, his eyes sparkling, and Ethan was feeling decidedly uncomfortable with just how nice the man looked with his perfectly white teeth.

“Stop smiling at me like that. I never said it was me,” he grumbled, grabbing his plate and jumping up to rinse it in the sink.

“Did I say I thought it was you?” Jeff asked, his smile now beaming. “Shit, are you going to start calling me dad now?”

“Fuck off,” Ethan snapped, grinning despite himself. “You’re lucky I call you sir.”

“Yeah, could you not do that? It’s weird—Children of the Corn weird. That would be a movie you've never heard of, by the way.” Jeff stood as well, stepping up behind Ethan at the sink with his empty plate in hand. “Just call me Jeff. ‘Hey you,’ if you’re feeling lazy.”

Ethan was having trouble focusing, Jeff standing far too close for him to notice anything else. God, it might be ‘normal’ but it was still really annoying to feel so fucking hot over someone. “Here, just…” He turned, taking the plate and fork from the man, nearly dropping both when their fingers brushed accidentally. Spinning back, he quickly washed them and put them in the dryer rack, his heart racing too fast in his chest. God, he hated this. Fucking hated it.

Jeff had stepped around the island and was drinking the last of his juice when Ethan finally got up the nerve to turn around. The faucet off, he crossed the kitchen to grab his phone.

“I start cooking around 6:30,” Jeff said, Ethan pausing mid-stride.

“Right. Um, I’m going to meet my friends tonight. Like, eightish.”

“Alright. It’s a plan.”

Nodding, Ethan edged to the door, slipping through with a quick backward glance. Jeff was staring back at him and for a frozen moment their eyes met, Ethan’s heart racing in response.

God, he really needed to get over this thing.

***

Son of a bitch. Bi? Was the kid bi now? Why did Ethan have to tell him he thought he might be bi? What was he trying to do to him?

Groaning inwardly, Jeff pressed both his hands on the kitchen island, leaning heavily over the countertop as he willed his erection down. One fumbling touch from the kid’s hand on his and he had gotten hard. Not good. Really not good.

Talking to Ethan had been a terrible, terrible idea. Sure, he had known he was being too antisocial and that he was worried the kid would start thinking he hated him. Leah hadn’t been around in forever, and he was pretty sure the kid had no adult supervision in his life but fuck… Fuck.

The things he would do to Ethan Walde if he hadn’t married the boy’s mother.

He was too young for him, didn’t know shit about life—And only ten minutes ago, decidedly straight. Many very good reasons Jeff had focused on whenever he found himself in the same room as the young man. But Ethan was also fucking delicious. He had soft, golden hair and wide, clear, green eyes, flawless skin and his average height was already filled out with muscle from his competitive soccer playing. That summer vacation had started and Ethan seemed content to haunt the kitchen and living room most hours of the day, half the time without a shirt on, had become a special type of hell for Jeff.

Cooking lessons? The kid needed to learn how to cook—to eat—but shit, why the fuck had he suggested cooking lessons? Knives and fire and the two of them in the somewhat cramped kitchen? Alone.

Dumb. Really fucking dumb.

He needed to get laid. That was all. He had gone into this thing with Leah with a predefined understanding that he needed sex more than she did and that she was more than happy to let him go out and get it as long as he was safe about it and he was home for the weekends to do family stuff. Of course, it had turned out that he had no problem being home on the weekends while Leah couldn’t seem to find her own house. Jeff hadn’t gotten around to checking out his options in the area. He had moved to a new town for Leah and although he was enjoying his large art studio, he hadn’t done much outside of the house besides grocery shop and jog in the morning. Something that was going to have to change if his sexy-ass stepson was hanging around all summer. And now bi.

The kid needed a job. Like yesterday.

Jeff could only hope that whatever reason Ethan had been looking at him strangely the last few weeks had to do with that conversation and would finally stop. The staring had been the icing on the shit cake of this insane situation. Ethan was probably just curious about the bi thing. More than a few guys were curious about the bi thing. It used to be the quickest way for Jeff to get a straight guy into bed—Just tell him he was bi and let him ask a million questions until he explained how much easier it was just to show than tell.

Not something he could do with Ethan. Not something he should even be fucking thinking about doing with the kid. Stepson. Young, naive, and very much off-limits for anything.

Hot, though. Really fucking hot. He had great nipples, the perfect size, pink spots just begging to be kissed, licked and then nipped sore. And his neck—he wanted to coat the boy’s long throat with his cum until it dripped down his toned torso like a pearly, dirty river. And if Ethan wanted to call him daddy while he was doing it, well, that would be more than fine with him.

“Jesus, get it the fuck together,” Jeff grunted to himself, his body lighting up with heat and his cock again hardening until it was pressed up against the side of the island.

It was time to start checking out his fucking options in the area. There was a bar within walking distance; some pool joint where he’d seen a mix of ages and sexes go in. He just needed to fuck something—preferably a hot twink that could pass for half his age so he could get this out of his system. Until then, he was going to have to settle for his hand and get the fuck back to work. He had a set of three paintings that Leah had commissioned from him for one of her older clients. It was guaranteed money and a potentially lasting connection if he got it all done in time and kissed ass well enough. That on top of his gallery opening in a week had him completely swamped. He couldn’t be wasting his time fantasizing about fucking his sexy-ass stepson.

Bullying Teacher

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Picking up where book 4 left off, in the last installment of Bullying Teacher, Darien must find a way to break through Beau's silence and insecurity to finally get the man to see their connection. He's been working on his teacher for weeks but Beau just can't seem to understand just how much he truly cares.

Darien hunts down the man that hurt his teacher but he still faces a dilemma. Frustrated with Beau's continued refusal to reach out to him in times of need, Darien decides a proper punishment is in order, enlisting three of his very muscular, large friends to help assist in the night's lesson.

18+ This serial contains explicit m/m sexual content, graphic language, violence, and themes of bondage, discipline, and some humiliation. Each episode is over 10,000 words long and should be read in order to be enjoyed fully.

10,000+ wrds, Published April 15, 2016.

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on April 25, 2016
on December 25, 2016

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4.5 stars Really good humiliation smut. Awesome DP scene. Syrupy sweet ending.

Excerpt

Pulling a cigarette free, Darien lit it up in the hall the moment he stepped outside Beau’s classroom. His teach was trying to get some food down and he just needed to get the fuck out and breathe for a second. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something, and scream, and hunt down and destroy the fucker that had hurt his Beau. Instead, he was going to smoke for a minute then go back in and pretend he wasn’t a fucking mess inside so that the blond could feel safe.

Why the fuck hadn’t Beau called him?

He looked over to where Roland was typing on his phone, the man doing his magic with the guys back at their office to find every bit of information available on Collin Hayward. Darien hadn’t bothered to tell Beau that the business he had started when he was back in high school involved the finding of sensitive information and then the blackmailing of people that gave a fuck about if that information was shared. He had started the company with a few ex-military friends, some he had gone to school with, some who he knew from other connections. Once, he had thought he’d be using them just to find out if his father was looking to fuck with his life again. Now he had a feeling he might have to see if Roland knew how to hide a body depending on how bad the night went.

“Do you want me to call in a doctor?”

Darien shook his head sharply. “Not unless he asks for one.”

“Boss, he was practically catatonic when we got here. For all we know, his brain took a bruising from that hit to his face.”

Blowing a steady stream of smoke, Darien didn’t bother to answer. His teach could take a punch. He had seen him take worse at the hands of Blake and his bitch friends and hadn’t missed a fucking beat. No, his teach had gotten down on his knees, sucked him off like a pro, and then rode his fingers until he came. Pain was not a deterrent for the blond but an aphrodisiac. If Beau wanted a doctor, he’d ask. It was one of the many rules they had set up to make sure the blond wasn’t getting himself in too deep. Except, even with everything Darien had done, Beau had still managed to get hurt the second he was out of his sight.

Beau wouldn’t let him hire a bodyguard. It had been a huge sore spot for Darien, one that he was pretty sure was about to blow up after this. He just wanted to have a familiar guy with his teach, someone he could trust to make sure nothing went down when he couldn’t be there. But Beau thought he was being silly. The man didn’t want people thinking he was someone special or some stupid shit like that. But Beau was special. His teach was his fucking life and today had been a new kind of hell for Darien when the man hadn’t shown up for dinner.

He shouldn’t have let him leave without a bodyguard. He should have locked the man up in the fucking house and made him quit his shitty job. There was just something about Beau, something in his eyes that called to certain individuals to feed his need for pain. It made them want to hurt him, use him, and when his pretty teach was in the right headspace, Beau loved ever second of it and begged for more. But that was only when he was in that headspace and with someone that actually gave a fuck enough to figure out what he liked.

Tears. Fucking tears in those beautiful blue eyes, and not in a sexy way. No, in a fucking helpless way that wrenched Darien’s heart too painful to fathom. Beau could take a fucking punch but this thing, whatever had happened, it had hurt him in a way pain didn’t. He was doing his damndest to not imagine just how exactly that could have been.

“I gotta make some calls,” he finally said, crushing his cigarette beneath his heel and scraping it into the tile. “I want that fucker found, and I want him brought here tonight.”

“Here?” Roland looked up, pulling a second phone out while he continued typing one-handed on the first. “The school?”

Darien nodded, ignoring the questioning look his head of security was sending him. He needed to make sure that whatever had happened hadn’t fucked up his pretty teach forever. Beau had a special kind of wiring, one that demanded the right knowledge and a skilled touch. He knew the longer the problem stretched on and festered, the harder it would be to get Beau feeling like himself again. He wanted things taken care of asap. The fact that part of it involved beating the shit out of the deadman that had touched his Beau was just a total perk.

“We got him,” Roland called out before the boy could leave, pushing off the wall. “He just used his credit card in a restaurant less than twenty minutes away.”

“Danny?”

“Already on the way with Jordan. How do you want this guy brought in, boss?”

Darien considered, eying the picture Roland held up on the screen of his phone. “Keep him pretty. I want to fuck him up myself. Let me know when they get him here, but not in front of the teach.”

Roland nodded, texting as Darien spoke. “The guys dug up some more shit on him. Hayward was in a heavy scene about five years back. Used to frequent an underground club. Few regulations, lots of drugs. They were known for some pretty fucked up doms. A young man ended up dead and the place was shut down. Looks like Hayward’s aunt threw some money at some people and no one is saying shit.” He glanced up when Darien growled, fixing the boy with a look. “Hey, this is good news. With info like this, you have this guy by the balls.”

Darien just grunted, fighting back his anger and the pit of seething emotion beneath it. “You remember that kid I asked you to keep an eye on a few weeks back? Sutor’s brother, Rich? Did he ever get back to us on that thing we discussed?”

Roland nodded, already flipping through his other phone. “He seemed agreeable enough to it. Clean record. Able to listen.”

“I want him down here.” Hopefully, it would fix it.

In that moment, he felt like he was fighting fire with fire while holding onto the foolish hope the place wouldn't burn down. But that was what Darien did. Every day he pushed forward, demanded the best from himself and everyone around him, and he prayed he wouldn’t trip and be stopped flat. Being with Beau had changed that. He had been allowed to take a beautiful soul and feed it, nurture it and give his teach everything the man could ever desire and he had felt at peace from it. Until someone had tried to take his teach away from him. Now Darien was back to trying to keep ahead of the consequences at breakneck speed while hoping he wouldn’t crash.

He had to suck it up. Push through and keep his eye on the prize along with every other cliche fucking saying that would help him get through this. Not for him but for Beau. His teach needed him strong. Darien didn’t feel strong; he felt absolutely out of control. The one man he gave a fuck about had been assaulted and he hadn’t been able to do a thing. He hadn’t even known until hours later. It didn’t matter what he did to this Hayward dick in retribution, it wouldn’t change the fact that he had failed Beau, that he could fail him again at any time. He could wrap the blond in fucking bubble wrap and order him to stay at his feet but Beau was going to pursue the things that brought him joy even when pain swiftly followed.

Sighing, he lit up another cigarette. He didn’t take pain as well as Beau did. He didn’t like to feel pain; he liked to push past it and let it spur him into action. Watching his pretty teach take pain was an experience unmatched by any other. The man was beautiful—strong in such a way he was never going to be, and so fucking beautiful. The man embraced the good and the bad, the pleasure and pain, and he transformed it into something beyond with his own body. Beau was fucking magic and didn’t even know it.

It didn’t matter how hard Darien pushed himself. Life wasn’t scripted and there was always something waiting in the dark to try and prey on the weak and unlucky. He could only protect his teach to the best of his ability and hope that Beau would be able to take the burden of pain when he failed. He’d be able to carry his teach through after, but he couldn’t change the fucking world that would break the man in the first place.