Becoming His Master (Neighborly Affection #4) by M.Q. Barber
Title: Becoming His Master
Series: Neighborly Affection #4
Author: M.Q. Barber
Genre: Adult, M/M Erotica
Release Date: March 17, 2015
Published By: Lyrical Press
From rescue to romance…
Teach a wounded submissive the value of his service. The task ought to be an easy one for an experienced dominant like Henry Webb.
But novice Jay Kress challenges his teacher like no other. Still bearing the bruises of an encounter outside the bounds of safe consensual play, Jay is desperate to submit to the man who saved him—and shamed by his desires.
Henry recognizes the dangers of a relationship built on hero worship. He’ll teach Jay how to stay safe, that’s all. He won’t take advantage of the younger man’s trust. He won’t share his fantasies about his dark-haired, athletic student. He’ll never claim this submissive for his own...
3.5 “Eromenos” Stars!
Becoming His Master is the fourth book in M.Q. Barber’s Neighborly Affection series. This also marks my first venture into this series and this author. While this story can be read as a stand-alone, I have a feeling that greater reading enjoyment would be had if you were to read the series in sequential order. I found that at times I would have liked to have more background information and a greater understanding of the characters which I am sure is provided in the previous books. With this being stated, this was an enjoyable read about a wounded submissive and the Dominant man that would teach him what the true meaning of valuing one’s self is.
“The boy’s need spoke to him. Having someone to look after fulfilled him in a way short-term liaisons did not.”
Henry Webb is furious and outraged when he discovers a submissive male was abused at the hand of another Dominant in their club when their scene goes way beyond safe and consensual play. Despite the traumatic experience really marking Jay Kress, the submissive, he refuses to speak against the Dom. Henry takes it upon himself to teach Jay his true value. That what he decides to submit to is a gift that a Dom should never take advantage of. Henry has two months. But, Jay calls to him like no other. The boy’s innocence and desire to please make Henry want to keep him for his own; however, there is no way he is going to take advantage of what he feel’s is hero worship.
“Jay Kress was his eromenos. His beloved boy. His mentor and protect. His sweet lips to kiss, his beautiful thighs to fuck.”
I loved Henry. He had to tread so carefully when it came to Jay and I adored the fact that he truly did put Jay’s needs and desires before his own. He was just the right person to show Jay what a safe and sane consensual D/s relationship should look like, whether it be for a short time or a more permanent situation. Henry was so adamant about not wanting to take advantage of Jay, not wanting to give into his desire to keep Jay as his own submissive. Jay was also a wonderful character. His sweetness was so endearing. I loved seeing him flourish under Henry’s caring hand. Jay’s courage was admiral when it came to finally admitting what he truly wanted from Henry. The sweet beginnings of a relationship that came full circle.
This was a very unique BDSM book, one like any other that I have read. The focus here was more about the Dominant/submissive relationship rather than the kink. While I did enjoy reading this book I did feel that at times I was taken out of the emotional storyline and felt as if things became a little too analytical. I am not sure I can explain any better than this. This book was solely from Henry’s POV and we go through his thought processes about how he should be dealing with Jay, his ideas about what Jay requires to get past the trauma he experienced. Perhaps if we also got Jay’s POV I would have become more emotionally invested in the relationship beginning to flourish between Henry and Jay. Further, the book ended rather abruptly. I would have liked to see a little more. All in all, Becoming His Master was a great read for lovers of this genre.
“I feel safe with you.”
Henry’s watch showed quarter to eight as he mounted the stairs toting carryout meals for himself and his submissive. The hour found the second floor a modest hive of activity as players donned their preferred personas and headed upstairs to the sandbox. Eventually, he too would join the procession, with Jay in tow. For now, he turned right and stepped through the wide double doors into the salon.
The area set aside for himself and young Mr. Kress showed Emma’s unmistakable influence. Tucked into the farthest corner of the room, a three-panel screen of wood and fabric created a private dining nook. Best pray the younger man didn’t recognize the scenes depicted, though the intent shouted for all and sundry to pay heed.
A pair of yellow-ribboned women cast admiring glances his way. Muting his growl, he stepped past them with a curt headshake. Won’t interfere, my ass.
A paean to Greek mythology and literature graced each panel. Achilles and Patroclus circled each other with shields and spears, their sandaled feet the only flesh not on view. Apollo strummed his lyre while a boy—Hyacinth, given the field of flowers—lay at his feet. Beautiful Ganymede proffered a cup beneath the sheltering wings of Zeus-as-eagle.
Stalking across the room, he considered the ready excuses sure to be on Emma’s lips. A shield to keep the boy from prying eyes, lest his table manners prove less than impeccable. Hadn’t he himself insisted on protecting Jay from possible criticism? No, of course the scenes hadn’t been deliberate. Convenience had dictated the choice. In no way had she meant to imply Jay Kress was his eromenos.
His beloved boy. His to mentor and protect. His sweet lips to kiss, his beautiful thighs to fuck.
Cock pressing at his fly, he swore in silence. Was there no mercy to be found?
He rounded the screen.
Jay sprang to his feet.
No. No mercy at all.
Despite Emma’s claim, his student wore a suit as well as he wore leather shorts. Temptation beat at him, an unrelenting pressure, the image of his submissive on his knees with the same earnest delight on his face.
He forced himself to turn and deposit the bag on the table. Slow and easy.
“You’ve set a lovely table.” He told himself navy wasn’t Jay’s color, despite the good sense he’d shown to pair his suit with a solid white shirt and a pale blue tie with a diagonal thin-stripe in white. “I trust your wait has been a pleasant one?”
“Yes, Master Henry.” Jay stood straight and tall, a slender vision of grace. “Mistress Emma showed me what to do.”
“It’s just Emma, my boy. No title. She’s a submissive here, as you are.” He unpacked the tote. Salads first, the light containers atop the others.
“But she’s in charge of things.” Jay tilted his head. He started to roll his shoulders before stopping himself.
Warm foil container deposited on the table, Henry paused in his work to study his submissive with more care. “Yes, she handles some functions at the club.” The neat half-Windsor had to be Emma’s doing. “She also submits to her husband.” Likewise, the white rose boutonniere pinned with Jay’s red ribbon, the symbol of his ownership. The younger man’s purity and innocence bound under his protection and control.
Pinned. Of course.
“Tell me, how many pins did it take until Emma was satisfied with the drape of your jacket?”
“I’m not sure, Master Henry.” Jay half-smiled, his eyes shining. “She made me stand still for a long time, though. Do you like it?”
With such an enticing invitation, he smoothed the fabric from the lapel to the right shoulder.
Jay caught his breath and rocked his hips.
“Quite handsome,” he murmured. Such promising responses his pupil gave, eager physicality impossible to miss. “But you cannot relax, can you? Afraid you’ll disrupt her handiwork if you so much as breathe too deeply.”
“I don’t mind, Master Henry.” If you like it, he didn’t say, though the worship in his gaze made the words unnecessary.
Humming, he traced the edge of the lapel downward and unfastened the button holding the jacket closed. “I mind.” Hanging the jacket on the chair back wouldn’t do any harm. “Your comfort is my responsibility during our time together.”
He pushed the coat from the boy’s shoulders. He’d remove his own to ensure his dinner partner felt no awkwardness.
“No, no, please.” Jay clutched at the fabric, fighting the motion, his voice rising. “Master Henry, please.”
What the devil was he—
“Please don’t take my ribbon, I’m your good boy, I’m yours—”
Henry kissed him.
He knew the instant their lips touched he ought not have done it.
Soft and pliant, the younger man opened his mouth with a throaty little whimper.
Irresistible. A possessive haze descended, snarling heat pushing out from his center. He ground his cock against his submissive and claimed his mouth.
Meet M.Q. Barber
USA Today bestselling author M.Q. Barber likes to get lost in thought. She writes things down so she can find herself again.
Often found staring off into space or frantically scratching words on sticky notes, M.Q. lives with one very tolerant, easily amused husband and one very tolerant, easily amused puppy.
She has a soft spot for romances that explore the inner workings of the heart and mind alongside all that steamy physical exertion. She loves memorable characters, witty banter, and heartfelt emotion in any genre.
The former Midwestern gal is the author of the Neighborly Affection contemporary romance series. Pick a safeword, grab a partner or two, and jump in.
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