About Fits Like a Glove
by Sean Michael
110 pages
/ 34000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-393-2, 1-60370-393-4
Available file types - html. lit, pdf, prc
Hercules is the owner of the Velvet Glove, the premier men's bdsm club in the galaxy. He's made sure to hire the best people for their jobs, from the cleaners to the trainers. It's exclusive, it's hot and it's all his.
Malachi is the club's main trainer and an extraordinary top; he was handpicked by Hercules. The man has a secret though, one that Hercules discovers and shares with him. But if it gets out, Malachi's reputation could be ruined, and possibly the Velvet Glove's along with it.
Can Malachi and Hercules maintain a relationship as well as their roles at the club? Or will their needs and desires bring their world crashing down around them?
Review
Kiernan Kelly, author of In Bear Country, writes:
There is an old saying that says, "beauty is pain," and that expression was never more true than in Sean Michael's Velvet Glove series. The series centers on the Velvet Glove, a BDSM club, which specializes in offering something for everyone, dom or sub, no matter what their needs.
In this latest installment, Michael takes us deep inside the psyche of the club's owner, Hercules, and his top dom, Malachai. Malachai is the perfect dom; cool and collected, his self-control is as legendary as his proficiency with his whips. But there is more to Malachai than meets the eye, and Hercules sees through his icy façade to the sub deep inside him. The master wants badly to be mastered, and Hercules, the ultimate dom, is the only man who can give Malachai what he wants.
The sex is so incredibly hot in this story that I often had to pause to collect myself. Interspersed with intense BDSM scenes, the relationship between Hercules and Malachai - including the need for Malachai to keep his sub-self secret from the rest of the world – escalates. They find the perfect partner in each other, but can they find a way to be together all the time, and stop hiding?
Fits Like a Glove does that just; it fits the needs perfectly for anyone who enjoys BDSM and the rest of Michael's Velvet Glove stories. Buy it today.
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Sample
Herc was irritated.
He owned the best men’s BDSM club in the history of such clubs, and he prided himself on the place. In fact, he prided himself on the fact that he was almost superfluous; his staff was that good. And yet, in the past few hours, he'd been pestered by one guest after another: one needing a different room, another wanting his presence at dinner, still another complaining about the sub he'd been assigned. Herc wanted to know why the VIPs always turned up at the same time and why they always needed his special touch.
He was in his office, pacing from one end to the other. All right, he was more than irritated; he was entirely out of sorts. He couldn't decide whether to call his managers to him or go and give them an earful in person. He decided he didn't want to wait.
He headed for the training salles, glaring at anyone who dared get in his way. Subs and Doms alike scattered before him; no one wanted to be on the receiving end of his wrath. One Dom, though, one Dom didn't even flinch, simply inclined his head to Herc as he burst in. "Boss."
"What in the nine systems is going on here today?" he demanded with another glare, even as he admired the long, lean lines, the white hair and icy eyes. "Can no one do their jobs?"
"One would assume that they can, given that people are eating and the lamps are on and the monitor show tops fucking the workerbees." Malachi arched one white eyebrow. "Has there been a problem?"
"A problem? No, there has not been a problem. There have been a dozen problems. Little, nit-picky, stupid problems that for some reason I am the only one who can fix! I don't know why I bothered to hire managers!" Damn it, he wanted to bend Malachi over that desk and fuck him through it.
"For the ten thousand problems you don't have to handle?"
"Insolent man." Herc met Malachi's eyes, the man not backing down from him. It was the sexiest thing he'd seen all day. "I think you should meet me in my quarters in ten minutes and we'll go over where things went wrong."
"Of course, Boss." Those eyes challenged him the entire way, steady, strong.
Fuck, Herc was hard. "I think this will be a lengthy debriefing. Make sure your schedule is clear."
"Yes, Boss." He could smell Malachi, feel the man's heat, see the control.
"Make it five minutes." He turned on his heel, but stopped at the door. "And, Malachi... don't be late."
"I never have been."
It was true. "This would not be the time to break your streak."