DescriptionJack is lost. Halloween night, in the middle of nowhere, he finds himself at the mercy of the mysterious William. Literally. Dressed in leather and ready to play, Jack submits to William. The BDSM encounter is hot, but William's is interested in more than a play. William's pleasure comes with bite.
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Excerpt:The fuel gauge dinged. Decision made. Although dim, there were lights on and that usually meant someone was home. Jack hoped who ever lived here had a landline because he still didn’t have cellular service.
Jack crept up the driveway. Gravel crunched beneath the tires of his car. Stopping in front of the wooden porch, he paused with the engine still running. The decrepit old house could scare kids on a night like tonight. Who was he trying to fool? Jack had the creeps.
Taking a deep breath, he turned off the ignition, set the brake, and slid out of the car. From somewhere in the dense trees surrounding the house the hoot of an owl cut through the night. Wind whistled through the trees. He shivered. Damn, he wished he’d worn his trench coat.
Jack looked down at his outfit and groaned. He hoped whoever opened the door had a sense of humor. Maybe if he hollered, “Trick or Treat,” he wouldn’t have to explain.
The steps creaked under his six-foot frame. Reaching the door, he knocked and waited.
William Vladimir paused in his pacing. For the past few hours, he’d toyed with the idea of going out. He needed a distraction, but tonight would be dangerous. Hunting on Halloween presented unpredictable circumstances. Namely children and pranksters. Granted, he hadn’t had a trick or treater come to the house in years…thank God.
His keen sense of hearing detected a vehicle stopping on the street then slowly coming up the drive. William stood at the window, cloaked in shadow, and waited. The car stopped. The door opened and a man stepped out.
William swore and a growl rolled from his chest. Black leather chaps with laced sides clung to long, strong thighs. A studded codpiece cloaked the man’s cock and scrotum. Defined pectoral muscles sculpted his wide, tanned torso and were caged in a stretched leather and chain upper body harness. Abs bunched and rippled in the cool autumn air. William stared at the steel rings pierced through each flat, beaded nipple and he smiled.
William’s normally cold skin heated. The man was fucking incredible. The stranger turned around to glance back at the street. William sucked in sharply. Long chocolate brown hair was slicked back and pulled into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck. Leather bands wrapped the hair every two inches, making a thick cord to the middle of his back. Beyond that, the man’s ass was bare.
The man knocked. If he called out trick or treat, William definitely wanted the treat. There was plenty of time for tricks. The night was still young. William opened the door and met with a brilliant smile.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” he said. “I seem to be lost and I can’t get a cellular signal. You wouldn’t happen to have a landline, would you?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t.” Electronic pulses caused William headaches. There wasn’t a signal tower for a twenty-mile radius. William opened the door wider. “Please come in, there’s a chill in the air tonight. You must be cold.” After all, the man wasn’t covering much of his delicious body with clothing.
“Thank you.” He held out his hand. “Jack Alder.”
“I’m on my way to a costume party. You wouldn’t happen to know where to find 713 Mutton Hollow?” Jack nervously crossed his arms over his chest, causing his biceps to flex. His lips tilted to a half smile. “I’m really not dangerous.”
“Perhaps I am,” William quietly said, closing the door and silently turned the lock.