Mmm-Pain

Content warning: this story includes instances of dubious consent

I first realized my wife enjoyed a bit of nipple pain early in our courtship when my teeth grazed her nipple and she moaned. I’m not slow to jump on anything that turns a woman on, so I made a point of adding a little rough nipple play into most of our sessions. I soon learned that there was mmm-pain and there was ouch-pain, but figuring out which action caused which re-action was trickier.

I bought the first pair of nipple clamps for our second anniversary. People tell you that sex levels off after you get married, and they aren’t wrong. The only time I felt that old spark from her was when I spent some time biting her nipples, but there were positions where biting wasn’t feasible, and I worried I’d lose myself in the moment and bite one right off. The harder, the better from her point of view, but I didn’t want a wife with one nipple. Continue reading

All the Way Under

This story features Jack and Maddox from Deep Under. Although it can be read as a standalone, it will be more enjoyable if you’ve read Deep Under. Please use the Jack&Maddox tag to see all Jack & Maddox epilogues.


The package was waiting for Jack when he got home—a box addressed to Maddox, graced by a Post-It note on which Maddox had written the words Happy Anniversary.

No wrapping paper, no card. Typical Maddox.

Jack ran his thumb over the Post-It note, knowing Maddox had touched it. This assignment had been a rough one—long and relentless, with little downtime and no way to communicate. He’d managed to get an occasional message sent home, but there hadn’t been any way for Maddox to send one back.

It’d been three weeks since he’d been touched by his lover, almost that much since they’d had a chance to speak, and Jack was hungry to see him again. But in the meantime, there was a box. Continue reading

One Man’s Hell

The Devil surveyed the man in front of him: slim, short, blond, powerlessly naked against the looming bulk he’d assumed for purposes of intimidation, but not intimidated. The man–Gavriel, his paperwork said–stood strong but not defiant with his hands clasped behind his back and his head down, sneaking little peeks up through his lashes at the magnificent manifestation of evil before him rather as though it turned him on.

This would never do. Continue reading

He fastens the cuffs …

He fastens the cuffs around my wrists, right one first. I’m right handed, so when my right hand is immobilized I feel immediately restricted, then doubly restricted when the left is immobilized too. He always does the right one first, whether we’re standing or lying, in bed or on the rack.

Today I’m on the bed, face down. I squirm my hips into the mattress, my dick already growing hard because I know that being tied face down means he’ll fuck me after. Continue reading

Back Under

This story features Maddox and Jack from Deep Under. Although it can be read as a standalone, it will be more enjoyable if you’ve read Deep Under


Maddox awoke with a sudden, sharp alertness, then let himself settle back into contented drowsiness when he recognized the shape of his lover easing into the bed next to him. He nuzzled into Jack’s neck, enjoying the scent he’d missed over the last few weeks.

“Welcome home,” he murmured as he tucked Jack’s larger frame more tightly against his. “How’d it go?”

“You know I can’t tell you anything.”

“Hotshot.” He smiled against the skin of Jack’s neck. Jack never missed an opportunity to rub his exalted position as an FBI agent into Maddox’s face. “Guess I’ll just have to beat it out of you.” Continue reading