THE ULTIMATE STRUGGLE FOR POWER
The struggle for power isn’t anything new. Men and women have exuded the need to be the top dog in not only their professional but their personal lives as well. Gone are the traditional families where the husband is always in charge. Well, it continues to happen in HOH situations (Head of Household) where the culture is based in Christian religion and the male is not only in charge but provides discipline for the entire family, including his wife, in the form of corporal punishment.
Nowadays with families consisting of m/f, m/m, f/f and combinations in between, generally couples share responsibilities all the way around. While sharing disburses the work load (we hope anyway) there’s usually a push/pull situation in which still one and then the other vies for control during a portion of their relationship. Sometimes this adds spark and passion to a relationship while other times it drags long arguments out where no one wins and feelings are hurt. Entering into a D/s (Domination and submission) relationship is one way to solve this problem and some couples engage in this lifestyle. It’s a negotiation where both determine who will play which role – generally people who crave this culture know if they are more dominant or submissive so they find partners that share in their needs. The negotiation process is more about how far the relationship will go. Is this mostly a control mechanism where one makes the rules or is it something more physical and the use of BDSM either in the bedroom or the playroom.
What if you have two very powerful men used to getting their way? What if they refuse to give up control not only during their day to day activities but in the bedroom? In penning Power Struggle – I took two VERY strong macho type guys and while they’ve had and enjoyed what some would consider traditional relationships with women, they both hunger and finally realize they truly want a m/m relationship. However, both refuse to take the backseat role. Hmmm… well, as you can imagine their relationship gets very physical. Let’s see how my two handle one of their first scenes.
POWER STRUGGLE – TALES FROM LUCIFER’S LAIR RELEASING SEPTEMBER 3RD FROM REBEL INK PRESS
Cole Stevens was an angry man. Being fired from the job he loved, he was only able to find work bartending at the Flamingo Rustler. And the experience left him hungry and in need of taking down a man, sexually that is. When Ryker Marks saved a sassy waitress from a badass group of bikers, Cole was intrigued. The sexy six foot seven man had a rough-hewn demeanor and a body that killed. In the dimness of Lucifer’s Lair, the man cave nestled inside the bar, Cole knew he had to have a taste of Cole and a sinful plan was born.
Ryker was in town as a respite for his ailing soul. After his fiancé pushed him aside for a stranger, he left his company in the hands of his employees and took a long drive on his Harley. After meeting Cole and realizing he was tired of hiding behind lies, he took a chance with the stunning slice of chocolate and a power struggle for complete domination ensued.
But in a series of betrayals, both men had to face their demons or one of them would be destroyed. As both Ryker and Cole travelled long and treacherous paths, neither knew the truth about the other. Could their relationship survive the deceit or would an unknown accomplice take them both down?
He swallowed hard and walked behind the bar. “What would you like?” Pulling down a bottle of bourbon, he poured two shots without giving Ryker a chance to answer. Pushing the glass across the bar, he took his and lifted it to his lips.
Ryker nodded his head and caught the dense crystal before it fell to the floor. Narrowing his eyes, he threw back the liquid and slammed the glass on top with a resounding thud. “That’s good for starters.”
Cole licked the rim of his glass as he gazed down the length of Ryker. God, the man was built. His carved chest tapered into a thin waist and long lean legs. Finishing the rich biting bourbon in one swallow, he set the glass down carefully. “Tell me what you want.” Without looking at him, Cole walked around the end of the bar slowly and stopped two feet in front of Ryker. “Exactly.”
“What are you offering?” Ryker hissed savagely.
Cole shook his head and yanked his tee shirt out of his pants. “What you are willing to do for me?”
Ryker tipped his head back. Taking a single finger, he pressed it inside of his mouth, thrusting in slow and deliberate motions. Groaning, he pulled it out and traced a series of lazy circles around his lips before edging it across his chin and down to the nape of his neck. Sighing, he opened his legs further as he closed his eyes.
Cole watched in fascination as the man moved with the strains of the sultry guitar, swaying back and forth as he slid his hand inside his shirt, cupping and kneading his chest. In the quiet glimmer of the bar, he moaned softly as Ryker pinched each of his nipples before slowly brushing the palms of his hands down his washboard abs, rubbing the chiseled flesh back and forth. His breath skipping, Cole took a step forward.
Ryker gave him a wry smile and took a stride back as his continued his sensual dance.
Cole growled and took a long step forward until he was barely a foot away from the delicious creature. “Tease and you’ll be punished.”
“I’m in charge here. You’ll do as I say.” His voice clipped, Ryker’s low husky vibe was barely audible.
Cole snorted as Ryker grazed his hands down the front of his groin, stroking his cock in frenetic movements. Every part of his blood sizzled as the daring dance of lust continued. His heart beating raggedly, a slight tick appeared in the corner of his eye. He was hungry, horny and wasn’t going to take the torture any longer. Closing the distance between them, he jerked Ryker’s arm, yanking him into the heat of his body. “No, you belong to me.”
As the two men faced each other, their hot breath skipped across the wet shimmer of their bodies and Ryker swallowed hard. “Oh yeah?”
Cole slid his hands across Ryker’s carved chest and sighed. “Yeah.” Crushing his mouth, he forced his tongue inside, tasting a hint of tangy bourbon and a hint of cinnamon. The dazzling combination was a delicious reminder of how wonderful the flavor of a man could be. He pushed Ryker’s shirt off his shoulders and forced it to the floor, wrapping his arms around his neck. The feel of their cocks pressing together sent an instant slice of anguish deep into his swollen balls.
Ryker grunted, his hands brushing down the length of Cole’s back as he ground his hips back and forth. The kiss became a manic moment of heated passion as both men groaned, touching and feeling each other in a feral dance of lust. Animal against animal, the two savage men were unwilling to give up control, their actions growing frantic as each fought for complete superiority.
Refusing to give in, Cole’s heart beat hard against Cole’s chest as he forced Ryker back toward the pool table. As the wood sliced into his naked back, Ryker pushed him hard, breaking the kiss.
His eyes dilated, he nipped Cole’s lower lip, taking the tender flesh between his teeth. Growling, he bit down until Cole shivered.
His body shaking, he pressed his hands against his chest, creating a barrier between them. As Ryker continued sucking, drawing drops of his blood, Cole moaned. Entwining his fingers in his long golden locks, Cole jerked Ryker’s head back, breaking the strong hold. A single bead of perspiration trickled down his cheek mixing with the smear of blood.
Ryker’s eyes danced back and forth across his and slowly he leaned forward, gathering the sultry combination, rolling the droplets over his tongue as he hissed. “You taste sweet.”
Kneading his chest, Cole drank in the man’s sun-kissed skin that accentuated the series of vibrant tattoos that decorated the length of both arms. Detailed and highly artistic, even in the dim lighting Cole could tell the artwork was stunning. Cole leaned forward and nipped the cleft of Ryker’s chin as his slid his hand down to cup and squeeze his balls until Ryker groaned. “You want something?”
“Yes,” Ryker whispered.
“Then you have to give to get.” He licked down from his chin to the underside of his neck and down to dart a series of licks across his nipple until it peaked into a hard bud. The taste of him was sinfully delicious in a masculine combination of hard work and exotic cologne. He continued stroking Ryker’s cock as he felt his own pressing hard against his jeans, begging for release.
As Ryker tipped his head back and clawed Cole’s arms, a single moan erupted seconds before he closed his eyes and thrust his pelvis forward. “Damn!”
Cole moved to the other nipple, licking and nipping until he bit down hard.
“Sweet Jesus!” Ryker fell back against the pool table with a hard thud, his legs shaking. He fumbled with Cole’s belt buckle until he managed to undo it.
Cole purred and licked back up his chest, finally easing back to stare into his dazzling blue eyes. As Ryker deftly popped the button and lowered the zipper, Cole sighed and studied the man. Everything about him was hard and yet there was a simple grace about him as if his dangerous bad boy persona was just that. Cole could tell by his expensive watch and simple yet elegant gold chain that hung around his neck he had money.
Ryker smiled mischievously and freed Cole’s throbbing cock, licking his lips in shameless appreciation. “Perfect.”
“Then suck me.”
He raised his eyebrow and shook his head. “No.”
Cole laughed and using his military training, had Ryker over the pool table in two deliberate moves, knocking the breath out of him. “Do as I say.” Both men grunting, he ran his hand down to cup Ryker’s firm buttocks.
Ryker struggled as he laughed. “You will pay for this.”
“We’ll see.” Cole pulled his arms up and pressed them around Ryker’s waist, pulling him tightly against his chest. Perfectly sized together, as Ryker tipped his head back, leaning it on his shoulder, Cole kissed the side of his neck. “Suck me.” He moved back slowly and placed his hands on his hips. He’d won this round of the power struggle.
I hope you enjoyed and I love this piece – my third m/m and these two are about as hot as can be. Happy Reading.
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