About Velvet Glove: Volume IV
by Sean Michael
324 pages/85000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-547-9, 1-60370-547-3
Available file types - paperback
Welcome back to the Velvet Glove, the most exclusive men's BDSM club in the galaxy! Sean Michael presents two more great stories in paperback in this fourth installment of the Velvet Glove series. In Puppy Love, who can resist a free room at the Velvet Glove in exchange for rehabilitating an abused puppy? Certainly not Dane, who accepts the offer, but is surprised find that the pup in question is actually Tyg, a young man and sub who was left by his master, in a cage, with no food or water.
Tyg needs help and, Dane is the man for the job, even if he's used to working with animals, not humans. Can Dane rehabilitate a human as he would a dog? Does he even want to? As his relationship with Tyg blossoms into something sweet and heartwarming, Dane thinks he just might, but what happens when Tyg's "owner" returns?
In Anything for a Byline, hard-working Nat needs his first by-line to get his big break in journalism. When his friend Al arranges an interview for him at the Velvet Glove, Nat figures all he has to do is show up, do the interview and write his story. Heck, it's all for show, anyway, right?
Nat knows he's wrong, and in over his head, the minute he walks into the club. And when he meets the man he's supposed to interview, Nat knows that his life may never be the same. Can Nat still get his coveted byline, or will he lose himself in the new world he's discovered?
Sample
It’s been a long month and I’ve been a growly bastard for most of it. I didn’t even notice it at first.
It was when I realized the subs were giving me the big wary eyes they usually reserved for Mal and that the biggest pain sluts were signing up for time with me that I figured it out.
I hate waiting and someone is making me wait. That’s what it boils down to.
It’s been just over a month since the innocent, green-eyed kid walked in asking for an interview. Mal pegged him as a reporter right away, got the kid to sign an interview consent form, which automatically protected the club — there was an airtight non-disclosure clause on that puppy — and called me in to give the kid as intense a scene as I could.
Which I did.
I’m fucking good at my job. By the end of the scene he was in tears and clinging to me, thanking me, something deep inside him opened to the light.
Of course, him being so affected doesn’t explain why I’ve been dreaming of black leather around a pale-skinned cock dark with blood and framed by bright, fiery curls.
The thing is... when a sub opens to you like that, especially a newly discovered sub? It touches you, too. You can’t pull that kind of emotion out of someone without putting your own emotion in.
As I held him that day, something inside me slipped.
My objectivity.
I have never become emotionally involved with a sub before. It’s one of the reasons I’ll have sex with them. It never crosses the line.
It crossed the line that night.