Unchained Desires

By N.J. Lysk

A man's most secret desires might be darker and wilder than he can handle in the daylight… But when the sun sets, he can kneel at last, close his eyes and fall.

 

Unchained Desires includes six M/M stories where the locks open and long-buried desires come out at last. These men's fantasies are about to become real… for one night, or forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Palm Hearts
• Release date: Jul 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201657581

N.J. Lysk

N.J. Lysk spends the day in an office with the heavy burden of a wandering mind. Nights are spent more enjoyably as that mind is allowed to wander free and darker desires to take hold in the form of these steamy forbidden tales. With a genuine allergy to silver, a preference for werewolves was always a given, but it wasn’t until the wonderful world of Alphas and Omegas that inspiration struck. Other stories where love is a struggle will also make an appearance. Join the mailing list for book updates and free books, updates and more cool things. Or follow on twitter, facebook group or my website to find out about new releases and participate in the Advanced Reader Copies program. Books can be acquired directly from my website at a reduced rate—new releases also become available there two weeks earlier. https://www.njlysk.com/newsletter https://twitter.com/NjLysk https://www.bookbub.com/authors/n-j-lysk https://www.facebook.com/NJLyskBooks/ https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheRealmofTheImpossibles/ (Join my facebook group and request a free birthday story! :) https://www.pinterest.co.uk/njlysk/

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Aman’s most secret desires might be darker and wilder than he can handle in the daylight... But when the sun sets, he can kneel at last, close his eyes and fall.

Unchained Desires includes six M/M stories where the locks open and long-buried desires come out at last. These men’s fantasies are about to become real... for one night, or forever.

An Unforgettable Vision

N.J. Lysk

© 2021 N.J. Lysk

This is hardly the first Ezra photographs a naked person, so having a young man kneeling at his feet should be nothing new or exciting. And yet...

Yadriel is a professional hockey player and he has trained for years to be as strong as possible, but something in him craves surrender...

A glimpse at an emerging BDSM relationship.

Yadriel

He couldn’t have explained the pull he felt, but he had asked to see the guy’s work so he sure as hell was going to show up and pay attention. He hoped the photos were good because his abuela always said he had no poker face whatsoever.

He didn’t expect to be left alone with an album with bamboo covers while Ezra fetched them drinks. Opening it was more a reflex than a decision, and then he was frozen in place, eyes roaming up and down the model’s back, tracking the play of light and shadow over sinewy muscles. The man was sitting down with his knees drawn up to his chest, his head tilted to the side left his strong neck exposed. The line of his spine led the eyes directly to the crack of his arse, mostly in shadow but perfectly visible nonetheless.

Yadriel exhaled slowly, tracing the edges of the picture, which were not square but circular and trying to figure out where the source of light was. Was the room all black or was it...?

Hot chocolate. The announcement made him jump so it was fortunate Ezra was still holding the tray and hadn’t put it anywhere near the table.

Put it down on the chair, Yadriel asked and saw the surprise on the other’s face. Don’t wanna...

Ezra nodded and his smile was was warmer than the drink. Yadriel occupied himself with pulling back one of the chairs so the photographer could put down his load, then tried his drink and decided a little brown sugar wouldn’t hurt.

The coffee cup on his peripheral vision disappeared and his companion let out a satisfied sigh, but otherwise he was left alone to sort out his own meal. He’d need to go and get another sandwich later, with his training and his size eating up was key, but no way was he asking a stranger to get him extra food. All Ezra had for himself was a chocolate biscuit.

Thank you, he said, belatedly, and as he looked up, his eyes caught both Ezra’s calm gaze and the naked man between them and he put down his mug a little shakily on its saucer on the chair. At least there was no way he could spill it anywhere near the album.

No problem, want to see more?

He’d asked it as easily as he’d offered the food earlier, and Yadriel felt like a kid, needing to swallow before he nodded his assent. It was just a naked body, it didn’t—

It was the same model again. In this one, he was curled up in a foetal position and facing away once again, the vulnerability that had been hinted at in the first one was stark here in every line of his body. It was just an image but his fingers still twitched with the desire to offer comfort.

He huffed, shaking his head. "This is... How do you make the light do that?"

It’s a candle, Ezra explained. The light naturally dissipates like that around the body. It’s not... well, it’s something I learned from other photographers.

Well, it looks amazing, Yadriel told him. It was true and this was clearly quite a personal collection, even aside from the state of nudity of the models, Ezra had been in that room with them like that, looked at them like that. Yadriel could almost... He flipped the page and found the first face, the man was nothing special, his features fairly regular, but his expression was arresting, the longing in his eyelashes a whole poem to nostalgia, the stretch of his neck into his clavicles like a prayer for a reunion, or was it a return? Oh.

What do you see?

They... miss something, right? He met Ezra’s eyes, chest a bit tight. Did you tell them to...? He waved, not a sign, just as meaningless as a filler word.

Ezra understood. It was hard for him, and I could see it before... The trick is helping someone show you what’s in their head. Most people just want to hide, especially when it’s something that hurts.

He nodded, eyes dropping to the picture once more, drawn to the pain like a moth to a flame. Yeah, I mean, I can’t imagine...

It takes guts, the photographer admitted. But it can make some beautiful art, and, dunno, when I see him being brave like that, it makes me feel a little brave too, I suppose. Like I can stop hiding.

Yadriel’s head jerked up, body stiffening. He didn’t like the implication there. You seem plenty brave to me.

Because I asked you to go for a drink? Ezra’s raised eyebrows were barely dark enough to see against his face, a lovely creamy colour only interrupted by a hint of beard.

Yadriel thought for a moment. Because you’re showing me this.

Ezra

The photograph on top was of a man, hands and legs tied up with dark leather straps, straining a little. His visitor had knelt to look at them, big fingers careful like he thought they’d tear at the slightest touch—just like back in the café, when he’d asked Ezra to place the food on a chair so it wouldn’t be anywhere near his work. The way he’d looked at Ezra’s photos... He shivered, something hot rumbling inside him, pleasure and possessiveness and pride.

Ezra had left him a couple of other options, but his gut had been right—Yadriel pushed forward one of the pictures of the leather-bound guy. Ezra gulped hard at his eyes, all pupil and bright with need.

Rug, he directed, pointing. Kneel facing the window.

He stood and went into the kitchenette, leaving Yadriel to his privacy and giving himself a few minutes to recover his cool. Not only was he going to see the man naked, but he was going to touch him. Not a lot, nothing... well, sexual. But he’d tie him up and then he’d need to check the straps weren’t too tight, of course. He drank some water and poured some juice for his guest, in case things got a little heated. Not that they were playing a scene, not when they hadn’t discussed boundaries or safe words. Not when Ezra hadn’t done anything like that in—

It was just photography, the same pose he’d shown Yadriel, nothing more.

Of course it felt charged when he walked back into the main room. It was meant to, that was the main reason—other than everyone’s safety and comfort—that he wouldn’t fuck in his studio, the very tension that made great art would also make fantastic sex given the chance to develop in a different direction.

He paused as soon as he caught sight of Yadriel, strength shining through every tense muscle of his back and arms where he sat back on his knees, pert arse the perfect ending to the dream that was the curve of his spine. Ezra breathed in and out, then picked up the first leather strap from the box.

Good, he offered as he approached, and Yadriel shivered. He must have known Ezra was there, and yet... Interlace your fingers and press your palms together.

Yadriel hesitated, then put his hands behind his own back and slowly laced his fingers together, with the bulk of his arms, it was a real strain on his muscles and Ezra’s fingers itched to trace them. Yadriel waited in position while he had his look, all his power carefully restrained. Because Ezra had asked, which was hot as fuck, obviously, but also...

He exhaled, then stepped forward and lifted Yadriel’s hands off his back by the right wrist. His skin was a little cold, but the softness overwhelmed the temperature—a low piano riff in Ezra’s head that his fingers itched to hear again. He got the leather strap around both wrists first, then through the gap between them and once again until he could start climbing up the arms. He didn’t make it to the elbows, he’d forgotten to take into account the thickness of Yadriel’s arms. Okay? he checked.

He got a grunt in response and hesitated, wondering if he should make him speak an assent. He tilted his head a little to catch sight of Yadriel’s face; his eyes were closed and his lips parted as he breathed rapidly. Hey, look at me for a second.

The dark eyelashes fluttered and Yadriel glanced up at him, dazed and flushed and so gorgeous Ezra wished he could take pictures with his brain. It was unbearable to think this view would be lost... Which was insane, he was going to grab his camera in just a minute. Not of Yadriel’s face, though, he reminded himself.

He held the other man’s gaze, pretending his pulse wasn’t racing and his cock wasn’t thickening in his lose work trousers. Another one?

The nod was plenty eager and the movement made his gaze drop to Yadriel’s lap, just for a moment, but long enough to see he was erect and thick with blood. He inhaled, getting a noseful of the salty scent of his precome.  Fuck, why had he thought— He turned around, stealing a sip of juice to try to replace the mouth-watering