For a Porn Blog, There Sure Isn’t Much Porn Here…

Before we get started, have some links to people talking about my work! Queerpunk is put out by Circlet Press, and features my short story, Virgin.

Three Dollar Bill reviews Queerpunk here.

3 AM reviews Queerpunk here.

Miss Rat reviews Queerpunk here.

The Miss Rat review has been linked previously, but I figure I’d throw it up there for the sake of completion.

For the record, I like reading reviews of my work, and if you let me know that you have a review of my work up, I’d be happy to link to it. I’m also available for interviews and modeling!*

Ahem.

Anyway, so for a blog that’s all about erotica, there’s actually precious little erotica on it.

To sex up the blog a little, have some erotica!

This is a bit that was cut from the forthcoming novella Lord of Misrule, which I’ve been told will be out sometime later this summer. Verity’s a student at a magical university whose science project is driving him crazy, and Iskander is his assistant/secretary. That’s about all you need to know to get into this little snippet, but there are further notes at the end.

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“Weren’t you meant to come back with something?”

For a moment, I had no idea what he was talking about, and then I nearly groaned.

Iskander had been as angry as I had ever seen him when I had had a fit and started ripping pages out of the library book and he looked as shocked as I felt when he slapped me so hard across the face. We had both stood in silence for a moment and I wondered if he felt, like I could, the game change from being something done for thrills to something much uglier.

Then he had shaken it off and sent me for a willow switch, something that is apparently done in his part of the world.

“I… I forgot,” I said, making my voice as soft and remorseful as I could.

Did you?” The tone might have been menacing, and then he was dragging his palm up my chest, laying it lightly around my throat. He wouldn’t squeeze, not hard, but the thought that he might made my mind drop down to a place that was warm and strangely safe.

“I do sometimes. I’m actually only human.”

That won a surprised chuckle out of him and for just a brief fleeting moment, I thought that he might actually like me. Then he was pushing me briskly towards the bed.

Iskander sat me down on the bed next to him and for the next few minutes set himself to the task of kissing me thoroughly. I had no idea when I had taken that kiss off of him so many months ago that he could kiss like this, and I privately congratulated my past self for his good taste.

His tongue pressed between my lips, first gently and then with more and more violence as we both grew more aroused. I reached between his legs and found him as hard for it as I was.

To my annoyance, he removed my hand and I felt another spark of temper.

“Still need to be in charge, Iskander?”

I wondered if that last little bit of cattiness was too much but he only looked at me with a graveness that I couldn’t match.

“You’re in no shape to be.”

He was right, and I might have simply sat down in despair at that point. Then he was opening up my shirt and brushing his thumbs over my nipples until they were erect and aching for his touch.

“That’s right,” I murmured, “just like that…”

I swallowed my words and nearly choked when he flicked one sensitive nipple sharply, then the other. It was pain so sharp that it might have well been pleasure and I leaned back so that I could look at him more closely.

“I believe that you will like these Verity,” he was saying. “Or at least, I know that they’ll drive you utterly mad.”

Poor choice of words, I could have said but then I was pulling air into my lungs in shock.

The clamps that he had produced were lovely silver things, tightly sprung and with sharp little teeth. They were also evilly tight and the bastard had fastened them right over my nipples.

“Oh, you son of a bitch,” I said softly. If I had spoken any louder, I would have ended up shouting, and wouldn’t that have been one more thing for the Atia Selene gossip mill.

“Oh yes,” he said with something like his normal cheer and before I knew it, there were a pair of silver chains run from the pair of clamps to his hand.

“Where the hell did you get them?” I asked through gritted teeth. The initial sharp pain had subsided and I almost couldn’t bear to glance down at where those sharp little teeth bit into tender skin.

“You sent me out to see if the new broadsheets had been run up. Some little man with a lot of junk thought they were luggage accessories, if you’d believe it.”

“I personally believe that this properly belongs on a piece of baggage rather than my.. ah!”

While I had been talking, Iskander had stood up smoothly and given the slender silver chains a tug. It wasn’t hard, but I couldn’t stop myself from jumping up to my feet, unable to even think about resisting the sharp painful hold he had on me.

“Stand up straight, Verity. You can do it even when there’s no one to see, right?”

There was something unpleasantly mocking in his voice and then he raised his hand and I was doing precisely as he said, pushing my shoulders back and staring straight into his eyes.

“Much better,” he said and then he was leading me around the room in a brisk circle like that. As long I was only whimpering through clenched teeth, he didn’t care, but the moment I fell behind or had a posture that was too casual to suit him, he would give those silver chains another brisk tug.

I was breathing in short gasps by the time that he steered me back to my bed and the between the short bursts of pain, there was a deeper ache that was rising up and refusing to go away. My nails were digging crescents into my palms and I was nearly delirious with it. I wanted it to stop but not if that meant that Iskander went away.

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Notes:

There were lots of reasons to cut this. The scene that came before it got cut up and stitched back together, so it didn’t fit any more, and on top of it, I was never sure about Iskander’s approach of interesting sex to fix mental disorder that we see here. On the other hand, I like nipple clamps and Verity getting surprised is always good for a laugh.

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Coming Soon:
Q: The Letter of My Despair
Victorian Magician Rope Bondage
Kannan Feng Goes to the Post Office
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*I can make lots of things out of modeling clay…

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