BLOG STOP & GIVEAWAY The Sergeant by Christa Tomlinson

“You’re the only one I want to control. The only one whose submission I want, need, and crave with every part of me, every second of every day.”

– Sergeant Logan Pierce

Sergeant Logan Pierce: Head of Houston’s elite SWAT team. He leads his squad with cool efficiency, taking down rough criminals while keeping his team safe. But behind closed doors he sets a darker part of himself free. He’s a Dominant in the world of Bondage and Domination. As a Dom, he’s controlled many submissives, but never had one for his own. That’s because there’s only one man he wants: Corporal Clay Foster.

Corporal Clay Foster: Highly trained SWAT officer. He’s always the first one to face the dangerous situations of their job. Over the years he’d noticed his Sergeant’s secretly admiring glances and suspected his attraction. One night, with one kiss, he’s proven correct. Clay dives headlong into the rough passion of BDSM that Logan introduces him to. He submits to Logan’s control, accepting the sweet shackles that bind him to his Sergeant. But secrets, both his and Logan’s, force him to leave the newfound safety of his Dom’s arms.

Logan refuses to let go of what he’s wanted for so long, Clay as his own, proudly wearing his collar. Clay wants to be his. He knows it and Clay knows it too. Can Logan safely guide Clay through the obstacles that separate them until he can claim his submissive once more?

Logan cracked his belt sharply across Clay’s ass twice in a row. Clay hissed, his back arching slightly. But he didn’t move his hands from the wall or ask Logan to stop. Logan lowered the belt and stepped closer to his sub. He rubbed his hand where he just spanked, petting his ass slowly before squeezing the firm flesh. Clay remained quiet. Logan stepped back and gave him another stroke. This time, when he rubbed Clay’s ass, he let a finger slip between his cheeks, teasing at his entrance. He noticed Clay’s hips move just a bit in reaction. Again he stepped back, snapping the belt forward for two quick strikes. Clay cried out when the belt cracked against his ass for the fifth time.

Clay’s cheeks turned a delicious shade of red. Logan dropped the belt for a moment so he could cup that sweet bottom with both hands. He rubbed his palms across the soft skin, feeling it hot to his touch. Clay gasped, his hips jerking back. Logan knew the mix of pleasure and pain from rubbing his palms over the stinging skin was responsible for that reaction. And he was glad to see it. He wanted to push his sub into experiencing just as much pleasure as he did pain from the punishment. Logan sucked a finger into his mouth then eased it inside Clay’s tight heat. He thrust slowly while he lowered his head to Clay’s neck and ran his tongue up that slightly salty skin. He sucked at Clay’s nape, loving the taste of his sweaty skin on his tongue. When Clay started moaning and moving his hips in time to his finger in his ass, Logan added a second. He twisted them, pumping a little faster. A shudder went through his lover as Logan bit down on his neck before finally releasing him. He looked and saw a deep purplish bruise already rising on Clay’s skin. Clay gave a protesting cry as Logan pulled his fingers from his ass and stepped back.

“You’re halfway there, baby.” Picking up the belt, he slapped it across Clay’s reddened cheeks. He waited long moments before doing it again. And again he waited, watching Clay’s hands ball into fists against the wall, his shoulders rising and falling with each heaving breath. Finally Clay’s ass thrust backwards, seeking the belt. Logan heard him moan softly.

“Sir, please …”

Logan spanked him again, the eighth lash harder than all the previous. Clay cried out sharply, his hips pumping and circling at the air in front of him. Logan had to reach into his jeans and adjust himself. He was unbelievably hard from watching his sub take his first punishment, not only without a word of protest but gaining pleasure from it as well. He knew without a doubt that no other man was as perfect for him as Clay. Logan had two lashes left to give, but he felt the need to touch his beautiful submissive first, so he lowered the belt again.

Logan pressed his body up against Clay’s. He ran his hand across his soft stomach, feeling the muscles there twitch under his touch. Trailing his hand down to Clay’s cock, he found him already hard, pre-cum beading on the tip. Logan took him in hand and pumped slowly. He whispered in his ear. “Look at you. Cock all hard and wet. You like my belt across your ass, don’t you?” Clay moaned and nodded. “Tell me you’re sorry for teasing me. And beg me to finish your punishment.”

Clay’s nerves were tingling, making his skin buzz with electric anticipation as he waited each time for the belt to fall. Each time it struck his ass, the initial burning pain morphed into a dark pleasure that had him gritting his teeth, begging Logan to take him or to at least stroke off his hard cock. Clay wouldn’t have ever thought he’d be turned on by someone spanking him. But he was so fucking hard and turned on, possibly more than ever before. He knew it was all because of the man behind him, showing him what he needed. What he hadn’t even known he’d needed.

“Sir, I’m sorry for teasing you like that tonight.” Clay gave his apology freely. He’d earned this by teasing his Dom and felt it was fitting to offer his body to be punished. “Please, please give me the rest of my punishment. I need you to punish me.” By the end of his sentence, his voice had dropped to a pleading moan, and his hips were moving in anticipation of the belt. Logan gave him another command.

“Stop moving. I want you to stay completely still for your last two lashes.”

Clay groaned. He started to drop his head against the wall but caught himself. He wasn’t sure if Logan would count that as a movement or not. He braced himself, clenching his stomach and thigh muscles tight. When the ninth lash fell, he bit his lip but remained still. He waited for the tenth lash to come. But Logan was still and quiet behind him. So he waited. He waited and waited until the building anticipation had his blood rushing in his ears and his heart thundering so hard he felt it in his throat. Finally, when he was about to scream from the tension, the belt cracked across his ass so sharply that his cock jerked in response. He stood there gasping for breath after the strike, still not daring to move until Logan gave him permission. Logan come up behind him and rubbed his sore and stinging butt.

“You did very good taking that part of your punishment.”

Clay looked over his shoulder at Logan in surprise. That part?

I love to write stories that are emotional and lovely with sex that is integral to the characters romantic arc. Purple is my favorite color, but I don’t use purple prose. My stories involve straight couples, curvy couples, gay couples, interracial couples … I write them all. I feel the same as many others; love is love and everyone should have their story told.

Thanks for reading,

Christa