About Love and the Farmer, a Velvet Glove story
by Sean Michael
23 pages / 5400 words
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Love is the best, and brattiest, sub at the club. Punishments are fun for Love, as long as he's the center of attention. Then Freddie comes along. Freddie agrees to take Love on, and Love's furious at being taken in hand by this country bumpkin, but he learns soon enough that Freddie is far from a bumbling farmer.
Originally published on Turn of the Screw and in the print volume Velvet Glove, Volume 1.
Sample
"Love!" God, he adored Mal's roar, just adored it. Love looked down at the uber-top of uber-tops and batted his eyelashes. Love was the most sought after sub for hire in the most exclusive club on the planet. Hell’s bells, in the universe. And he knew it all the way down to his little toe.
"What?"
"Get down from there and get to work!"
Bah. Fuck that. Love was comfortable and high. The view from the ledge was nice and he didn't want to suck some fat, old rich dude. Damn Daniel for going exclusive, anyway.
Well, being the prettiest and the most wanted was pretty fabulous. The gifts, the money, the trips -- all very cool. The letting some cranky executive from the corps spank you until you almost felt it and then coming in your hair? So not sexy.
"I need a day off. I'm overworked!"
"Bullshit. You're spoiled and a little bitch." Mal was adorable when he gro-
"Did you call me a bitch?"
"Yes. Would whore do better?"
"Whore? Whore?" Love screamed and threw a shoe at Mal, managing to miss him, but knocking over a few bottles of oil.
"Yes. You know, a little hole-for-hire, rent-a-suck, spank-by-the-hour, made-by-the-dozen bottom boy."
Well! That was just mean. "I'm the best thing you've got, you bastard." His other boot went flying, amusement turning to real anger and hurt.
"Right. I could go out to the corner and find five of you." Mal turned his back, dismissing and ignoring him.
"You fucker!" Love came flying off the ledge, intending to pluck Mal's bleached-white head bald. He'd almost reached Mal when the son of a bitch turned and grabbed his arms, slamming him against the wall and into cuffs before he could react.
"Got you."
"Oh, that's fucking cheating." Bastard. Fucker. Prick. Pig. Love pulled against the bonds and screamed, which only got him a ball gag and a belt around his waist and cuffs around his ankles. Damn it.
Then, Mal headed towards the salle door and opened it to a stranger. Off-world, from the clothes. "I'm sorry, sir, but the sub you've requested requires punishment. He's... challenging."
The man looked in, large brown curls framing a square, heavy face. Grey eyes blinked at Love as one blunt-fingered hand pushed back some of the curls. God, the guy was a bumpkin. He screamed working class. This was what Mal had ruined his high for?