A Kinky Christmas Carol: Gay BDSM Romance By @LisabetSarai #parnaormal #BDSM #Gay #Romance

The ghost of Christmas Future...

Michael dreams of being a slave. His lover Neil has no clue about his dirty desires; Michael’s too ashamed to share his submissive fantasies with his burly, powerful partner. Frustrated and confused, he wonders whether he and Neil really belong together.

 Then, on Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom named Thorne Wilder, who claims to be his lover from the future. Thorne shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they'll share if he breaks up with Neil.

 Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future, or does his true future lie with Neil?

 Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound with the title Tomorrow’s Gifts. It has been revised and re-edited for this release.

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Online Excerpt

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 X-rated Excerpt

 As soon as we got into the car, I felt the change. I felt him assuming the mantle of power.  He slid the seat back to its furthest extent. “Unzip me,” he ordered. “Suck me off.”

 I rushed to obey.  His cock reared up, huge and rigid. I got onto my knees and stretched across the gear shift. It was awkward, painful even. I rejoiced, knowing that this was his intention.

 The swollen organ bobbed slightly in time with his pulse. A drop of pre-cum glistened in the slit. I stuck out my tongue and gathered it into my mouth, savoring the salty fluid.  Then I swirled my tongue all around the bulb, building the pleasure gradually while I prepared to swallow him.

 “Not so delicate, boy.” I felt Neil’s hand tangle in my hair and tug sharply. The pain sizzled through me. “I said suck.” He pushed my face down onto his cock. His flesh filled my mouth. My nose was buried in his hairy groin. I couldn’t breathe.

 He jerked his hips, slamming the bulb into my palate. I choked and pulled back, trying to find space for the enormous mass he was trying to shove down my throat. He didn’t relent.  Still gripping my hair, he worked my head up and down over his rod.

 I found a rhythm, sucking hard on the upstroke, then grabbing a fast breath before he rammed my face back into his pubis. My jaws ached. My scalp stung. My thighs were sore from supporting my weight, cantilevered across his lap. I didn’t care. It all washed over me. My master was using me for his pleasure. That was the only thing that mattered.

 I felt him tremble, sensed the tightening in his balls just before he came. His jizz nearly drowned me. I swallowed what I could, but I couldn’t help coughing until I was dizzy and the world started to go black.

 “Breathe, boy. Breathe.” I gasped, trying to pull air into my burning throat. Neil searched my face anxiously. “That was too much, wasn’t it? Too hard, too soon?”

 “No, Master,” I whispered hoarsely. “That was perfect.”

About Lisabet

 Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

 

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh