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Author Names: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams

 Book Name: Dom of Ages

Series: Collars & Cuffs

Book: Seven


Release Date: December 21, 2015


Eli may only be thirty, but he has had enough of pretend submissives. He wants a sub who truly knows how to submit. So when he spies Jarod in a BDSM club, everything about the man screams submission. It doesn’t matter that Jarod has to be about twenty years older than Eli. What does age matter, anyway? Not one to miss an opportunity, Eli moves fast and takes Jarod home with him, without thinking things through. All he can see is what he’s always wanted – a sub who wants to serve.

Jarod spent twenty-eight years with his Master, until Fate took Phillip from him. Four years on, and Jarod is still lost, so when a young Dom takes charge, Jarod rolls with it and finds himself serving again. But he keeps waiting for the shoe to drop. Because there’s going to come a point when Eli realizes he’s a laughing stock in the club. Who would want to be seen with a fifty-year-old sub? And when the moment of humiliation does arrive, Jarod flees. He’d be better off with Phillip.

Despite several missteps, what happens forces Eli to understand that Jarod needs him as much as he needs Jarod. But he knows in order to find happiness, they need friends who will understand. A friend keeps telling him Collars & Cuffs is what they need. Eli finally goes to visit, refusing to risk Jarod being hurt again, and finds everything he's heard about the club is true. When he takes Jarod, he watches as his sub is met with open arms. As they settle in to their new life, Eli begins to see things differently. And he dares to think he can have it all. Until the phone call that shows him he didn't realize what he could lose.


Pages or Words:  92,000 words

 Categories: BDSM, Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance, May-December Romance


The morning air was cool, so I pulled on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt before sneaking down the stairs to peer into the kitchen as quietly as I could. Jarod was standing with his back to me, dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. He was whisking up eggs. I could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The table was set, his pillow on the floor by my chair. I was awed by how happy he seemed. He was humming to himself as he moved gracefully around the kitchen, grabbing milk from the fridge, separating the strips of bacon on the chopping board, slicing mushrooms. I recalled mentioning to him that one of these days we should have a proper cooked breakfast. Bless him, Jarod was including all my favorites.

Then he saw me and froze. His eyes dropped immediately. He put the bowl onto the counter, then went to his knees.

“Did… did I wake you, Sir?” he said in a low voice.

I stepped into the kitchen and went over to where he knelt. I ran my fingers through his hair, liking the way his eyes closed, the little noise of satisfaction that escaped his lips. “No, pet. I wanted to watch you.” I surveyed the worktops. “I never realized how much work you put into my breakfast.”

Jarod cocked his head. “Work? This isn’t work, Sir. This is how I take care of you. It’s what I want.”

My chest felt tight. Once again I was humbled by him and his service. “Will breakfast take long?”

He smiled. “I wasn’t going to start cooking until you were up, Sir. I was just making sure everything was ready.” He slowly raised his head, his eyes widening slightly when his gaze passed over my morning wood, clearly visible as it strained against the soft cotton boxers. That smile widened. “Did you need me to do something else first?” I wasn’t imagining the twinkle in those eyes, nor the quick dart of his tongue to lick his lips.

And I wanted what those lips promised. Why not? There had to be a first time, and Jarod seemed willing. I reached into my underwear and pulled out my stiff cock.

“Seeing as you’ve worked so hard, you deserve a reward for your efforts,” I said with a grin, holding my cock around the base and pumping it slowly.

His eyes went dark as he stared at my dick. “Oh, I definitely deserve a reward, Sir.” He leaned closer to run his tongue over the head, before sucking it into his mouth.

It felt glorious. I closed my eyes and focused on the amazing feeling as he sucked hard on the head, flicking the glans with his tongue. “Oh, yeah, that’s it, pet.” When he moved closer, his lips sliding lower along my length, I gave a small thrust of my hips, and he took me all the way down.

“Yes, pet,” I hissed. “Take care of my needs.” I grabbed a handful of hair and pumped into his mouth with long strokes. His cheeks hollowed out, the suction intense. Then the intensity went up a notch when he swallowed.

“So good,” I grunted, burying myself in his throat. My balls drew up, high and tight, and something zapped down my spine and straight along my dick. It was embarrassing how quickly he brought me off, swallowing everything I gave him. I backed off, chest heaving, while he cleaned my cock with his tongue. “That was a very good way to start the morning.”

Jarod licked his lips and smiled in agreement. I saw his pants tenting and a large wet spot on the dark fabric. “Stroke yourself, Jarod.”

His hands fumbled inside his sweatpants, and he freed his cock, already hard and wet-tipped. He began to pull furiously at his dick.

“No,” I snapped. He moved his hands away, a look of confusion on his face. I dropped my underwear, letting the cotton pool around my ankles. I stepped forward and pushed my balls into his face. “I want you to pleasure me while you do this.”

Jarod gazed up at me with a grin. “Yes, Sir.” He licked my balls, popping one into his mouth, then the other, laving them both. The wet heat surrounding them was just about perfect. Even though I had already come, my cock twitched and began to fill. Jarod took his time, humming as his mouth touched every part of my groin, his hand running languorously over his smooth shaft.

“You’re good at this,” I acknowledged. I let out a low moan when he ran a finger over the saliva-coated sac and then reached between my legs, aiming for my hole.

Oh hell, yes.

I spread my legs, giving him greater access, and he rubbed his finger over my pucker, pushing at the tight ring while he sucked gently on my balls. I groaned, glancing downward to watch his hand work his own shaft, the skin covering the head tight, precome beading at the slit. Jarod moaned around my sac, his hand moving faster, and I knew he was close. And when he slowly sank his finger into my arse and crooked it, rubbing over my gland, I knew he wasn’t the only one.

“Come for me, pet.”

I pressed Jarod’s face into my crotch and watched as he shot. Thick streams of come spurted onto the linoleum, and his cries rang out, muffled by my cock.

It was more than enough to have me shooting another load. I held on to his shoulders, my body shaking, dick spurting out its last drips into his hair. Shudders rippled through him as he squeezed his length, the last drop clinging to the end of his cock. Slowly he eased his finger out of me, my body clinging to him, unwilling to let him go.

It took a few moments for him to collect himself.

I straightened, pulling up my boxers. “I think I’ll have my shower before breakfast,” I informed him. I pointed to the lino. “Clean that, and I’ll be down shortly. And Jarod?”

“Yes, Sir?” he croaked out, his breathing still erratic. He looked adorable, kneeling there with spots of come in his hair.

I grinned. “Good morning.”

He returned my grin. “It is, Sir. One of the best.”




K.C. Wells:


Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.


K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter....


K.C. now writes full time and is loving every minute of her new career.


The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.


Parker Williams:


Parker Williams began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone. As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his family.


Parker firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too). The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always has a price tag.





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Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27878173-dom-of-ages

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

Photo Credits: Joey Flyfoto, Model: Dirk Caber


Rafflecopter Prize: One of three $10 ARe gift cards, plus K.C. and Will are going to be stopping at each blog and picking a winner from the comments to receive a copy of 'An Unlocked Heart' (or one of the other first six books in the series).