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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
eBook Description: Addictions have their drawbacks, and David Jessman would be the first person to admit he's addicted to the passions he's only felt in the arms of one man: Bells, the LC Zone gunwhore and deadly zonewarrior. Having gotten so wrapped up in his personal life that he forgets to do anything but daydream about a certain blond gunwhore, David Jessman finds himself in serious trouble with his boss. Trouble that Bells promises to make right--somehow. Warning: The Through Neon Eyes series is m/m with strong BDSM and D/s themes.

eBook Publisher: Mojocastle Press, Published: www.mojocastle.com, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2007

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Michael Barnette's Through Neon Eyes Series

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Words: 22894
Reading time: 65-91 min.
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ISBN: 1601800266

Jessman stared, wide-eyed, his mouth going dry, the pace of his heart skipping to an even higher rate of speed as Bells pulled the first object out. Something black, and very familiar. Narrow braids black as sin falling from the handle, the cat o'nine was held in front of him so he could look at it. He'd learned to enjoy the stinging kiss of that whip, learned to dance to the music of the Sweet Sisters to the cat's caresses.

He swallowed hard, starting to rise to touch it. He didn't have permission, and David stopped himself. Without permission, he feared to touch. This could very well be another of those unspoken rules he'd rather not risk breaking.

Jessman found himself flushing with pleasure when Bells--his master--offered him one of those quirky half-smiles, acknowledging he'd been right not to touch what didn't belong to him.

He was learning.

Bells proffered the whip, holding it in front of David's face. He understood what he was supposed to do, and bowed his head to kiss the whip. Another thrill of pleasure filled him when Bells cupped his chin in one slender hand and gave him a kiss.

"Good boy," the blond murmured against his mouth and Jessman shivered from the sound of that voice, from the praise, the silver tones of the bells and the nearness of the whip.

The cat fell open and was flicked up to trail along his shoulders, down his back in a caress that brought an involuntary moan from Jessman, his cock jumping, precum slipping over the heated head.

Bells' lips were still touching his when a firm hand encircled his dick and his whole body shook with the bolt of white-lightning sensation, of pure desire that ignited in his groin and blazed across his awareness. He groaned, his lips trying to latch hungrily on his master's mouth.

The hand let go, Bells pulling back to regard him with a look that left him reeling with desire. It wasn't a look of cool dispassion; it was a smoldering, lust-fueled stare.

Braided leather moved down his back to tickle at the crack of his ass. Jessman had to struggle with himself to remain where he was, to keep from lifting his butt in the air and begging for his master's cock, or the kiss of Sister Pain.

He closed his eyes, bowing his head to the man who all but owned him. What has he done to me? Jessman asked himself, hardly recognizing the man he'd become in these last few days. He'd always thought he was the alpha type, manly, in charge, in control. But one taste of the Sisters, one run-in with the blond gunwhore and he'd become a willing devotee to a need so powerful he would do anything, including toss aside all traces of masculine pride, just to get another taste.

It was a sure sign of addiction, no question about it.