Impact Lessons: BDSM Stories, #8

By A.E. LeMercier

AN EROTIC, POLYAMOROUS GAY ROMANCE. Miles Bennet is learning how to be a dominatrix from his master and husband, Darren Quinn. The object lesson? Hot couple Tristan and Leander, who've been looking for a pair of leather daddies to teach them a lesson. But while Darren's happy to use Leander's hot ass to teach Miles how to spank naughty boys, Miles's past with Tristan leads them both to much deeper feelings than they'd expected, and leaves Miles questioning... can he truly be the dom Tristan needs him to be?

 

"Impact Lessons" is 18,000 words of kinky m/m BDSM full of "daddy-kink" style brother role-play, dom/sub play, spankings, sex swings, multiples, swingers and switch hitters and forming intimate connections with the best kind of found family

 

"Impact Lessons" is the 3nd novella featuring this poly foursome. Read as a titillating stand-alone, or as volume 8 in the BDSM stories series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.E. LeMercier
• Release date: Jun 18, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227209467

A.E. LeMercier

A Canadian Author of 10+ years, LeMercier specializes in queer erotica. Racy, raunchy and kinky stories explore the many flavors of fetish, fantasy encounters, and the joy of a good romp in the sack. She currently lives in the Bay Area with her ridiculously talented hot wife and their beautiful neurotic cat with attachment issues.

Book preview

Intro - Tristan and the Swing

It hadn't been difficult for Leander to talk Tristan into beginning a company-wide initiative of a half-day every second Friday. Most of his researchers put in far longer hours than were expected of them, and statistically by the time Friday afternoon rolled around many people were already half-checked out. It was good for morale.

If it conveniently also gave them ample time on those weekends to drive down to New York for around the time Miles got home from work, well... he wasn't going to complain about having a few hours alone with Miles while Leander went to meet Darren.

Leander helped him bring the suitcases up, leaving the car in the parkade of their apartment building. Easier to cab into Manhattan.

Miles Bennet answered the door wearing his old NYPD uniform, and Leander glanced him up and down with a smirk. He set his suitcase down in their front entry, then leaned in to give Tristan a warm kiss. Have fun with Officer Hot Stuff.

Tristan laughed softly against his mouth, hugging him tight and reveling in the warmth of his kiss. You have fun too, he murmured, and Leander grinned and winked as he stepped away.

Then it was just the two of them, and Miles was pulling him close, catching his mouth with yearning hunger. Tristan wrapped his arms up around his neck, in part to anchor himself against the way that Miles's kisses made his knees go weak. Nothing was a greater aphrodisiac for him than being wanted, and the fact that it was Miles wanting him made it all the more intoxicating.

When he and Leander had started looking for another couple to play with - ideally a pair of hot tops to dom them - the last person he'd expected to find was his old childhood crush. Miles had been his best friend's older brother, and entirely unattainable, but the tragedy of his brother's death had made them close. Close, that is, until Tristan had admitted his feelings to the much older boy, even knowing Miles couldn't return them. Then Miles had gone off to college and they'd lost touch, leaving Tristan with years of regrets.

Finding Miles now, when they were both grown enough to finally act on their feelings, seemed like a miracle.

Tristan revelled in the warm strength of Miles's body against his, stroking his fingers along the collar of his shirt. The uniform looks really good on you, sir.

Darren suggested I dig it out. Thought you might like it, Miles murmured against his mouth.

Miles's voice was a low rumble that made Tristan shiver, made his cock twitch in arousal. He ran his hands over Miles's broad shoulders, caressing the firm curves of his muscles under the dark cotton. I really, really do.

It was hard to think about anything but sex with the way Miles's hands caressed the length of his back, rubbing over his ass and down his thighs before returning to cup and squeeze both cheeks. Been thinking about you all day, baby brother....

The endearment felt both adoring and subversively arousing, making Tristan whimper before he could stop himself. It had been Darren's suggestion that they explore the dynamic for their play, and Leander had enthusiastically encouraged him. Just like how some subs called their masters 'daddy'. Tristan felt a little guilty at how much he liked it, because despite their assurances, he knew that part of the reason he liked it was because it felt a little bit wrong. Because it made him feel like the young man who'd been desperately in love with a much older Miles, when anything that had happened between them would have been very wrong.

But as he and Miles had reconnected, it had come to mean so much more. It felt like a promise to take care of Tristan, to protect him. It made him feel adored and cherished and... safe.

Me too, Tristan managed to whimper, arching closer. God, Miles....

Two steps and Miles had him pressed up against the inside of the front door, devouring his mouth with kisses, grinding against him. The show of force and desire was perfect, leaving Tristan feeling mindlessly aroused. Part of him wanted nothing more than for Miles to turn him around, yank down his slacks and fuck him up against the door. But the part of him that yearned to submit completely to his lover's desire knew that Miles needed more than just a frantic romp in the sack.

He stroked his hands over Miles's shoulders and biceps with a moan. Miles spoke little of his workout routine and when he did it was fairly dismissive - something he'd ramped up when he started AA, replacing one addiction for another. But Tristan could tell that he was quietly proud of his body, and anything that made Miles feel good about himself was something he wanted to encourage.

Such a strong, capable man, he breathed, fingers digging into the muscles of his back. So perfect to take care of me, sir....

Miles gave an approving hum. He rolled his hips against him, letting Tristan feel how hard he was, and nipped teasingly at his bottom lip. You like it when I push you around a bit, sweetheart?

Tristan whimpered, rocking back up against him, aching for more sensation. So much. Makes me so hard, sir, thinking that you could do whatever you wanted to me. So helpless to you....

The way his words made Miles's hips stutter