Blurb: Book one in the Persuasions series
A non-binary Dom. An eager young sub. Service, orgasm control, bondage. An initial encounter leads to a synchronous exploration of identity and intimacy.
Nic Walker is not your typical Dom—physically female but identifying as male. And Vincent Blake is not your typical twenty-four-year-old straight guy—seductively submissive with a penchant for lacy underwear.
When Nic’s Dominatrix friend Daphne encourages them to get together, she can only hope they recognize the compatibility of their desires and personalities.
Nic has been holing up alone in their townhouse for too long, getting over a bad ‘relationship’, and it’s time for them to start living again. When Nic meets Vincent, neither expects the tentative relationship to take off like a runaway train. But each layer of the attractive and seemingly vulnerable young man Nic exposes ignites their own desires and leads both on a path to revealing the most interesting parts of themselves.
Who knew piano practice could be a form of sexual service? Or that a pair of overpriced panties could inspire such devotion?
Through bondage, service, objectification and the purchase of large quantities of lacy unmentionables, as well as a few specific sex toys and devices, Nic explores how far Vincent will go to please them and how much they will risk to have him.
Author Bio with Links:
Formerly published under Elizabeth Lister, AE Lister is a Canadian non-binary/gender-fluid author with a vivid imagination and a head full of unique and interesting characters. They have published ten books with MLR Press, one with NineStar Press (Stable Hand) and have an upcoming book with Pride Publishing (Various Persuasions).
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Exclusive Snippet: From Chapter Seven
As Vincent obediently practiced his scales, I picked up the powder blue penis gag from the coffee table and brought it over.
“Take a break for a second.”
He stopped and glanced beside him, did a double-take at the gag. “What is that?”
I grinned. “It’s a penis gag. You mean Daphne never used one on you?”
“Uh, nope.”
“Okay. So, this bit, the part that looks like a small, thick penis, goes in your mouth, and it buckles behind your head.”
He stared at the rubber penis part of the gag. “Um…”
I raised my eyebrows. “You have an issue with a fake penis in your mouth?”
He gave a little head shake back and forth. “But, why?”
“Ah. He was a thinker. He wanted reasons. “Because it presses down on your tongue and makes you feel used.”
His eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Wanna try it? I can get a regular ball gag if you prefer.”
“I’ll try it.”
“Okay.” I held it out for him to look at again. “I have powder blue because the women I used to play with liked pastels. Anyway, it matches your underwear. Open.”
He parted his lips and I inserted the rubber cock into his mouth, feeling a little shiver go up my spine. Because, wow, I almost wished I had a real cock to put in there. Except, he might not have wanted that. Anyway, I liked what I did have and he’d get plenty of that in his face eventually.
I fastened the gag behind his head and pulled back to check things out. His eyes were wide and his pupils blown. I think he likes it.
“Thumbs-up or thumbs-down?” I asked.
He bent his elbow and gave me a big thumbs-up.
“I thought so,” I said, stroking his hair, which was soft and slightly curly. He was just so handsome. I felt sorry for his ex that she hadn’t done some research and tried to give him this. She had really missed out. “You look beautiful, Vincent.”
His eyes closed and he made a soft noise that sounded delicious around the gag.
“If you need to safeword, I want you to shake your head quickly from side-to-side. Got it?”
He nodded.
I picked up something else from the coffee table. “I’m going to blindfold you now.”
He looked at me, then at the piano keys, then back at me, his eyebrows raised.
“I’ll put your hands in the right place and you will do your scales from memory. You don’t need to see the keys.”
He didn’t seem convinced but bobbed his head.
With the black leather blindfold on, he looked even better—subdued, put in his place, mine. Mine to do with as I pleased. And what I pleased was to have him learn the piano.
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