Part of the 1-800-DOM-help series.
Kirk, Master to his long-time lover Evan, decides it's time to place his permanent collar around Evan's sexy cock. But when he proposes, he faces a surprise. Evan wants a child. So where will they find a kinky woman to help?
A mysterious card with the 1-800-DOM-help number advertises assistance for unusual problems in the BDSM community. When Evan calls, he recognizes the voice of Sarah--Kirk's best friend from childhood, Evan's Mistress of several years in college. They both loved her and suffered betrayal when she walked out of their lives.
Now she proposes to be the mother of their child. No strings, just a chance to have the men she respects and loves back in her life. Evan embraces the idea while Kirk rages with mistrust.
At Evan's request, they share one night of passion, Kirk and Sarah working together to dominate Evan in the scene of his erotic fantasies, hoping it will be enough to rekindle trust and make all their dreams come true.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Fettered Love by Michelle Polaris
Evan watched as Kirk hit the buttons on the phone and listened for an answer. As the ringing continued, his lover tapped his fingers against his thigh. A tell. A nervous Kirk was an unusual thing. Evan had thrown him tonight. A marriage and collaring proposal were big enough as is. He wanted those so badly the taste of them coated his tongue. But now he had Kirk facing the question of kids and a totally new element to their lives. Hell, a new person. He deserved a little show of nerves and a massage later, if Kirk would let him. But his Master got better every day at letting Evan care for him. That change had been long and slow in coming but had arrived at long last.
God, he loved the man. He'd marry him no matter what happened. Most guys would be running fast for the hills after their proposal was met with Evan's response. It was why Evan knew Kirk was for him. Kirk trusted him, lowered defenses for him. Put up with his baggage. And aside from his own totally selfish reasons to make it permanent with the guy, namely how deeply he'd fallen for him and how much he also trusted, respected and admired, not to mention lusted after the bastard, he wanted his Master at peace. He was pushing the baby as much for Kirk as for himself. He'd hoped the years would heal the heartbreak, for both of them, if he were honest. And mostly Evan had healed. Okay, he was only a little bit self-deluded about that subject. But Kirk? Evan wasn't convinced. Their commitment might make the difference. Kirk deserved peace.
The ringing went on and on. Kirk scowled. "There's no answer."
"Don't hang up."
"Fine, it's your crazy idea, you handle it." Kirk thrust the cell at Evan.
He accepted the phone and listened to the ringing continue. "Shit, no one's--" Just as he was about to give up, a man's voice answered.
"Thank you for calling 1-800-DOM-help. This is the Operator. How may I be of assistance?"
"Um, hello. I found your hotline's card at a local BDSM club, and I wondered if you were equipped to handle an unusual problem my partner and I have run across."
"No problem is too unusual for our hotline, sir. If it involves kink, we are the place to turn. Why don't you tell me a bit about your issue and I'll let you know."
Evan briefly outlined their situation, more sure every moment this was the right move. Convincing Kirk would be another matter. He knew full well his Master was only humoring him now. But sometimes the sub needed to lead the Master, for his own good. He'd take the subsequent punishment later because he knew this was the right thing for Kirk as well.
The Operator listened and responded, cool and collected, once Evan finished. "Hold one minute, sir, and I'll connect you to the consultant best able to help you."
Evan held his breath. He better get good feedback or he'd be hard up to convince Kirk.
"Hello, this is Mistress S, how can I help you this evening?"
With those words, he froze, shook his head and adjusted the cell phone against his ear.
"Can I help you?" the woman repeated.
No. This was some type of auditory hallucination. The evening had been long, the sex intense, even before Kirk's proposal. The voice on the other end of the phone was not who it sounded like. This was too weird. His skin prickled hard.
"Hello," he finally managed. What other choice did he have but to get on with it and figure out this shit? "The Operator connected me to you for help, if it pleases you, Mistress." He sure fell into old habits fast. Evan fought the innate reaction to her, cleared his throat. "My partner and I, my Master, are hoping to get married and have a collaring ceremony." His words stumbled out of his mouth independent of his brain, which was busy plotting how to confirm the woman's identity.
"Problem is we want a family. It's tough for gay men to adopt, and even if we could, we've been discussing our preference to have a child biologically connected to one of us." Ev's gravelly voice, still affected by the deep-throating, probably kept her from recognizing him. If she was who he thought she was.
Kirk was staring at him as he spoke, his arms crossed and a frown on that gorgeous face. Six feet of streamlined muscle. Dark hair, dark eyes, fine chiseled features, Evan loved every plane of his lover's face and body. Down to the scar on his chin from a bar fight their senior year. But the woman's voice on the other end of the line was churning up old history, tearing open wounds he'd considered closed. Evan kept it close to the cuff. No reason to stir up Kirk by showing an unusual reaction during the conversation.
Her voice continued. "Had you considered going through brokers specializing in surrogate mothers? Some of those agencies also offer egg donor services. I don't think your D/s status will come up at all in that process if that's what's causing worry."
"That's not the problem." As she spoke Evan became more and more certain he was right about the voice. He focused hard to keep the actual problem in mind and not the brand new one developing with the resurfacing of the past.
"No. We're hoping to go a more unusual path. I prefer to have the mother involved in the co-parenting of the child. It's not that the baby wouldn't have two involved parents in me and my partner, but I�we feel strongly that the role of mother is not replaceable."
From the chair he'd chosen, Kirk snorted and raised his eyebrows at Evan's use of the word "we".
Evan ignored him. "We believe our child would be healthier for having his or her mom around, no matter the complications of the co-parenting arrangement." He cleared his voice. "I was hoping you might help us identify kinky women in the area who might consider an arrangement with us. Who want a child, and maybe prefer less entanglement with the potential father. We don't want to keep secrets about our relationship from a prospective mom, so we'd prefer someone in the lifestyle."
"Wow, this is no little goal."
"I know." God, it was her. He knew it. He remembered how often he'd heard the same lilt in her voice when she was truly stumped over a problem. That same wow.
"Where are you two located?" she asked. "Our hotline services a wide area in New England."
"Cambridge." Time to test her and see if he was going crazy or if she would react hearing his name. "I'm sorry, I should back up. My name is Evan, Evan Clarke. My partner Kirk and I are hoping for any help you can supply, Mistress."
He met silence on the other end of the phone. Yes. Bingo. A sick hope lurched in his gut, based on absolutely nothing but some funky extra sense, a deep knowing that this call was meant to happen.
In the background, Kirk silently mouthed his disapproval that Evan exposed his full name, making angry chopping sounds with his hands. Evan waved him off.
After moments, she stuttered out a reply. "I, uh, I'm sure I can help you. Perhaps we can arrange a meeting in person. I can introduce you to a likely candidate and we can go from there."
"Where?" If he sounded too eager, he didn't give a shit. "When?"
"Tomorrow night. Nine p.m. at Unfettered, a D/s club in Brighton."
"Never heard of it, but I'm sure we can find it." He didn't care where they met. If she'd said the moon, he would have nodded and asked for the exact coordinates to program into his GPS.
"Great." Her voice shook. He wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been listening for it. "The street address is 1818 Bermuda. Not many people know about this one, and it'll be early so we'll avoid crowds."
"How will we recognize you?"
"I'll find you. I get a sense of people talking to them on the phone."
I just bet.
"It will be both you and your partner? Kirk, you said his name was?"
As if she didn't know.
"Yes. Kirk Simons."
More silence and more angry gestures from his Master.
Keep pushing, Ev. She has to react. "By the way, any other name to ask for, if we have trouble finding one another and I put in a word at the club bar?"
"Sar--" She stopped. "Just ask for Mistress S."
"Great. Tomorrow at nine. Unfettered."
"'Nite. And thanks."
She released a nervous laugh. "No problem."
The call ended and Evan closed the phone.
"A little unsafe exposing our legal names, Ev. We do this, we're going to do this smart. I won't take risks with you or me."
"Trust me," he answered. "I have a sense about this."
His lover flexed his tightened jaw. "Well?" Kirk demanded. "At least tell me what was said."
"We're meeting the hotline consultant at a club tomorrow. She wants to introduce us to a potential candidate."
"Fuck, that fast?"
"I guess." He shrugged, dazed and fighting a buried excitement.
"She really thought this plan was doable?"
"She didn't say."
Kirk shoved his fingers through his short hair, groaned and closed his eyes. Opening them, he met Evan's gaze. "Promise me one thing. I do this, give it my best shot to create this dream you're envisioning, that you'll marry me this fall, followed immediately by a collaring ceremony. Our nearest and dearest and your bare cock and balls taking my lock and key."
"If you want me, I'm yours."