Taming His Pup

By H.C. Brown

When Ben Moon visits Club Depravity with his cousin and house sub, Jackson, he doesn’t know his quiet life is destined to change forever.

Shayd, the bad boy lead guitarist for the rock band, Alpha Rock is back in town. He looking for a nerdy twink to take to his dungeon and Ben is just what he craves. Using Jackson as his go-between, he seduces the vanilla nerd and trains him to become the sub he has always craved to collar.

Reader Advisory: Fasten your seatbelt for a ride on the wild side.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jan 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781910397893

H.C. Brown

H.C. Brown is a multi-published, multi-genre, bestselling, award-winning author.In 2016, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2015.In 2015, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2014.In 2015, Highlander in the Mist was placed 3rd in Historical and Rock ‘n’ Leather was placed 3rd GLBT in the Easychair Bookshop Competition.In 2015, Highlander in The Mist was nominated in The Romance Reviews 2015 Readers’ Awards.In 2011, she was delighted to receive nominations in three categories in the 2011 CAPA Awards: Favorite Author, Best GLBT Romance, and Best Science Fiction Romance.She was nominated for Best Historical M/M in the 2013, Goodreads Book of Year Awards.H.C writes about strong alpha male heroes and girl next door heroines in complex settings, and all her stories have happy endings.H.C. welcomes feedback from her readers.

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TAMING HIS PUP

Club Depravity 3

H.C. Brown

When Ben Moon visits Club Depravity with his cousin and house sub, Jackson, he doesn’t know his quiet life is destined to change forever.

Shayd, the bad boy lead guitarist for the rock band, Alpha Rock is back in town. He looking for a nerdy twink to take to his dungeon and Ben is just what he craves. Using Jackson as his go-between, he seduces the vanilla nerd and trains him to become the sub he has always craved to collar.

Reader Advisory: Fasten your seatbelt for a ride on the wild side.

TAMING HIS PUP

Club Depravity 3

H.C. BROWN

WWW.LUMINOSITYPUBLISHING.COM

LUMINOSITY PUBLISHING LLP

TAMING HIS PUP

Club Depravity 3

Copyright © May 2015 H.C. Brown

ISBN: 978-1-910397-89-3

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Angular fragments of light flashed in the world of darkness behind the silk blindfold. The delicious scent of warm, musky male intoxicated Ben Moon, and sent a shiver of anticipation through his jaw. He pulled at the soft leather strands securing his hands to the headboard, and pushed his throbbing cock toward the Dom pinning him to the bed with his muscular body. The man’s nipple rings grazed his aroused flesh sensitized by every movement over his body. A moan of needy desperation garbled in his throat under the fragrance of exotic male and wild leather, coaxing him to the edge of climax. Pleasure-pain scored a path over his flogged buttocks, but he wanted so much more. He wanted this man, over him, under him, in him.

He wet his lips and ground his hips against the thick cock pressing hard against his thigh. The Dom’s second-skin leather pants hid nothing of the size of the prize he craved to taste. A deep chuckle rumbled in his Dom’s chest. Peppermint breath caressed his face, and an inquisitive tongue traced a devastating path across his lips. He raised his chin to capture his elusive mouth. The need for his kiss tingled along every nerve ending and spiraled downward to curl around his balls. "Please. I can’t take any more."

His Dom closed his hot mouth over one tingling flat nipple. His Dom used his teeth to torment the tender bud into a tiny peak before moving to the other. Ben arched into him wanting the pain. Bite me. Please bite me. His Dom moved his damp flesh over his belly in a tantalizing slide. Trapped in darkness, he quivered at the unexpected touch of his warm hand palming him as if testing his arousal. A strand of his sleek hair brushed the fleshy crease between his belly and standing cock. His Dom teased the tip with the pad of one thumb circling over the dewy slit. He gasped, hovering on the brink of orgasmic delight.

Bzzzzzzzzzz

Ben opened one eye and flailed out a hand to turn off the alarm. Damn! The elusive Dom from Club Depravity had invaded his sleep again. He moaned and slid one hand down to his cock to capture the touch of his imaginary lover for a few moments longer. He pumped up and down, but nothing came close to the man in his dreams. The alarm buzzed again.

Yeah, yeah, I’m awake, okay? He swiped the alarm clock off the bedside table and stared at the ceiling. That dream was too real. Why do I always wake up before I come? He sat up in bed and scrubbed his face. He’d enjoyed visiting the off-limits club with his cousin, Jackson Moon, but those rock star Doms were way out of his league. He worked in a library for God’s sake, how lame was that? In fact, he’d never thought about submitting to a man before confessing to Jackson how much he needed to get laid. Jackson explained in explicit detail how his own particular fetish could be satisfied and dragged him along to Club Depravity.

Jackson had only recently joined Club Depravity. In fact, his cousin, a bad boy sub, and half of a pair of identical twins, had refused to go near the place after a split with his rock star lover, Rogue Blackhawk, from the band, Alpha Rock some two years previously. Since his brother Joel had moved in with Reef Anderson from the band Cold Heat and Rhys, the owner of Club Depravity, Jackson had felt obliged to keep his eye on his brother.

Ben inhaled. Christ, he could not get the smell of the place from his mind and the faces and bodies of a number of rock gods had melded into one fantasy Dom. Okay, so my sex life is pathetic. He smiled and stroked his shaft, although, the alpha male Dom his subconscious had created was one hell of a hunk, and if a man that erotic wanted to invade his dreams, his only complaint would be that the night was way too short.

* * *

Later that morning, Ben noticed a gorgeous guy walking through the doors of the library. His job of replacing books to their rightful position on the shelves tumbled from his brain the moment he set eyes on him. With his heart thumping in his chest