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Anniversary Shenanigans: Author Visit & Giveaway - Morticia Knight


The lovely Morticia Knight is celebrating with us today! Not only did she bring an amazing giveaway of all four books in her Sin City Uniforms series, but she wrote us some kinky fic for our pervy enjoyment.


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“Shall I place your new Oxfords next to the others on the rack, or would you prefer that I leave them wrapped in the box?”

He glanced up from where he kneeled in the lavish walk-in closet of the newly built mansion. It was located in the Hollywood Hills, near the lake, one of four estates constructed at the beginning of 1929. After the crash, his employer, Doctor Grayson, had been able to acquire it at a fraction of the price. Doctor Grayson loomed over him, his expression one of indifference.

“Are you purposely being obtuse? Is it that you again require the sting of my belt to remind you?”

He flushed, his cock swelling, filling until it pressed uncomfortably against the woolen fabric of his valet uniform.

His response was in the same tone that he always used – one of complete obedience. He didn’t raise his voice, nor did he whimper. The words he used weren’t said in an excited manner. He remained professional, detached – as if Doctor Grayson had just inquired as to when tea might be ready.

“As you desire, Doctor Grayson. Shall I finish with the shoes first? If that doesn’t please you, I could instead remove my clothing then get on my hands and knees in the punishment room.”

His cock leaked. He had to be careful to remain in control of his body. A further punishment awaited him if he stained his trousers – a punishment he might not wish for. Doctor Grayson regarded him, the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.

“It would please me if you would remove your clothing here. Once you’ve folded them neatly and set them aside, you are to crawl to the shoe box,” He indicated to where it had been left in the doorway to the closet, “You are to retrieve them, remain on your hands and knees, then place them neatly on the rack.” He pointed to the other end of the closet.

It was a test. It had to be. If he crawled the way the doctor commanded, it would be impossible to remove then carry the shoes in his hands – even one hand. If he questioned Doctor Grayson’s orders, he would no doubt get trussed up in the leather cords that his employer regularly bound his genitals with. He hadn’t come in over a week, and the last time he’d been given permission, the doctor hadn’t been present to mock him at the moment he’d spent. He’d been left alone to stroke his own cock to gain release. It had been unsatisfying and practically pointless. A waste.

“Well? Am I to stand here all day while you gape at me with that ridiculous expression on your face?”

“Forgive me, sir. Right away, sir.”

He stood, facing his employer, his fingers trembling as he disrobed. As he held his employer’s gaze, which he was required to do at times such as when he stripped down, he ruminated that he’d never seen a more magnificent man. His previous employer had been a silent film star, dashing and suave. But there’d been a hint of the feminine to him, despite his well-defined, masculine form. Still, he’d loved him so, had wished that he could please the demanding screen idol so well, that he might be invited to his bed. He knew he didn’t deserve it - however, it hadn’t stopped him from hoping.

Doctor Grayson was quite handsome as well, but his features had a harder edge. His eyes were dark and piercing, an almost cruel twist to his lips. He had a full head of black hair, dusted at the temples with grey. The doctor was strong, broad shouldered, more than capable of restraining him, whipping him until he drew blood while the man himself barely broke a sweat.

With the last vestiges of clothing removed and placed on the carpet as Doctor Grayson had requested, he dropped to his knees. He inhaled on a sharp breath as the doctor palmed his own erection through his pants. Instinctively, he licked his lips.

“Do you honestly think you’re worthy enough to have my cock in your mouth? Someone as useless and pathetic as you are? Why would I waste my seed on you?”

Tears filled his eyes. Doctor Grayson was right. He was pathetic. But he could prove he was worthy, he would show him that he deserved to have his cum.

“Forgive me, sir. I know I’m pitiful. Please allow me to show you how obedient I can be.”

Many times his employer had taunted him with the man’s gorgeous, ample prick. He’d teased him with it, taken it out and stroked it while he was tied up and at Doctor Grayson’s mercy. He would bring it close enough so he could smell the doctor’s arousal, his musk, almost close enough to taste, but then he’d take it away. Then the doctor would bring himself to completion, spill his cum on the floor. If he was lucky, he would then be allowed to clean it up with his tongue, but that was only when he hadn’t disappointed Doctor Grayson too much.

“Show me, you little cockwhore, then we’ll see.”

He crawled to where the shoes were carefully wrapped in the store packaging, then nudged the lid with his nose until it tumbled to the side. With his lips and teeth, he parted the tissue paper, brushing it aside to where the first shoe was cradled against its match. They were snugly held within the box, so it took him a considerable amount of effort to extricate the first one.

Once it was free, he grasped the laces between his teeth, careful to keep from drooling on them. He held his tongue away from the ties, sucking in his spit as he crawled across the thick carpet to his destination. He cried out between clenched teeth, almost dropping the shoe at the sharp sting of Doctor Grayson’s belt on his ass.

“Faster! Should I get another man to do this for me? Someone less incapable?”

He shook his head, the shoe whacking his cheek as he continued to crawl. His knees protested and he almost stumbled over his own hands. The burn from the second stripe the doctor laid across his ass built in intensity. A third strike caught the back of his thighs, and tears spilled down his cheeks. He was almost to the shoe rack.

Once he reached the display of footwear, he sat back on his haunches, but kept the laces clamped between his teeth. He wouldn’t disappoint Doctor Grayson. He craved the man’s cock, needed the feel and taste of it in his mouth, the tickle of the coarse curls as he swallowed around him, his masculine scent.

At last, he’d positioned the Oxford just right, nudging the one next to it with his nose until they were aligned perfectly. He caught his breath. An almost gentle hand rested on his head before it was snatched away.

“That was acceptable. Now hurry and finish the other one. I don’t have all day.”

Doctor Grayson sounded unusually pleased with him. Maybe if he didn’t fail with the second shoe, he’d be allowed to…?

No. He couldn’t get himself too worked up. Whenever he anticipated something too much, that would be when he failed the hardest.

Focus. Crawl to the other shoe, be quick about it, then finish your task. Pleasing Doctor Grayson is all that matters. Don’t think of your own petty needs.

He did as the doctor had demanded, four more lashes of the belt cracking against his skin before the second shoe was placed correctly.

“The shoes look excellent. And you managed not to mark the leather with your spit, so there’s that. However, you’ve wasted much of my time. I’m not sure if I should let you suck me. It might be quicker and more efficient if I just took matters into my own hands, hmm?”

He shoved his nose in the carpet, supplicating himself before the doctor. “Please, I beg of you. Give me another chance. Anything. I’ll do anything, sir.”

“Then crawl to the punishment room from here and we’ll see. I expect you to arrive there no later than five minutes from now and I want you on your knees, hands clasped behind your back, mouth open and ready for me. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir. Completely. Thank you, sir, thank you so much.”

He kissed the tip of each of Doctor Grayson’s shoes. He winced from the stinging slap of the belt across his back.

“Quit wasting time, you fool.”

“Yes, sir.”

He scurried along the carpet, willing his mind away from the long stretch of hardwood floor and the flight of stairs that lay before him. His thoughts immediately turned to despair. He couldn’t make it in time – it wasn’t possible. Then he recalled the last time his employer’s bittersweet seed had filled his mouth and he surged forward, the burn on his knees from the carpet, the sting on his back from the beating - all of it was pushed to the back of his mind.

“Ten seconds.”

He gasped, sweat covering his body in a fine sheen. His employer’s voice sounded at the bottom of the stairs and he launched himself across the threshold. He wouldn’t cheat at the last moment. It was impossible for him to lie. He would confess all and the punishment would no doubt be devastating. He couldn’t chance it. He needed Doctor Grayson, needed all of him.

Gasping for air, he righted himself, parting his lips even as he attempted to control his breathing. The Doctor strolled into the room.

“With only a second to spare. I’m disappointed that you didn’t do better, but you did fulfil my requirements. You may suck my cock.”

He almost burst into tears, his joy so overwhelming. His employer approached him, unbuttoning his trousers as he drew near. Once Doctor Grayson’s hardened length was revealed, he clenched his asshole, his dick twitching. He’d been so close to climax from the sight alone. Had almost ruined the glorious opportunity through his own pitiful lack of control. No wonder Doctor Grayson had to correct him so much. He deserved it.

The moment Doctor Grayson’s silky steel passed over his lips, he barely averted another crisis. How he’d longed for the doctor’s taste. Nothing was more beautiful, more satisfying then pleasing his employer with his mouth – not even when he was ordered to give up his ass in whatever manner the doctor chose.

He sucked for all he was worth, hollowed his cheeks each time he pulled off the large prick that filled his mouth so well. He licked underneath the shaft, flicked his tongue in the valley below the doctor’s tip before pushing into the slit. The doctor hissed, clutching his hair in an iron grip.

“That’s it you slut, you cocksucking degenerate. Take it. Take it all.”

The doctor shoved his length down his throat, and he gagged before relaxing to swallow around it. He held in his breath as the doctor pumped his seed into him, growling though his climax. Right as he was about to struggle for air, the doctor released his hold and let his soft member slip away, wetness trailing down his chin.

“Lick me clean then tuck me back in.”

He did as he was told, fighting the tears that burned in his eyes. There was something about Doctor Grayson that held him like no other before. Usually, the berating and punishment was all that he needed, but with the doctor…

“Look at me.”

He peered up at his employer, readying himself for the expression of disgust over what a horrible job he’d done, how he should be tied up for the rest of the evening, not allowed to come for another week, or perhaps be forced to eat his supper out of a bowl on the kitchen floor like the dog he was. Instead, there was a glimmer of something else.

“You performed well, my little pervert. You must really desire to please me.” He arched a brow. “Perhaps, this one time, I’ll allow you to choose a reward.”

His heart hammered against his ribs. Could it be true?

“Anything, sir?”

“Anything.”

He swallowed hard, not sure if he dared. But he’d wanted it for so long, dreamed of it nightly. Surely he wasn’t good enough for such a thing, no matter how much he loved the doctor. Surely the doctor would only deny him, maybe even send him away.

“Are you so ungrateful for my kindness that you won’t answer me? Shall I beat you bloody instead?”

His gut clenched. “No! Forgive me, sir. I’m merely afraid that you’ll refuse me, that I couldn’t possibly be good enough to ask such a thing.”

“Undoubtedly you’re not, but I’m ordering you. Tell me what it is immediately or you won’t have my cock in any way for the rest of the month.”

He gasped. He’d die without the doctor’s beautiful prick. “A kiss. May I please have a kiss?”

A series of emotions crossed the Doctor’s face, none that he recognized, none that spoke of derision or disappointment. The tension in the air hung between them and he wasn’t sure what to do. At last the doctor’s mien returned to the indifferent expression that he was accustomed to. He would no doubt be refused. It had been a ridiculous folly to wish for it in the first place.

As the doctor gazed down at him, he ran one finger across his brow before allowing it to trail along his cheek. He held his breath in anticipation.

“Yes, Hector. You may.”

About Morticia Knight:
Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.

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Check out the latest book in the Sin City Uniforms Series:
Can the kinky billionaire owner of Dark Fantasy Resort Casino capture the heart of a muscled SWAT officer with a secret fetish?

SWAT Team Hostage Negotiator, Steve, wonders why he can’t stay away from the spoiled rich Allistair, owner of Dark Fantasy Resort Casino. They have mutual kinks - ones Steve can’t find with other lovers—but there’s something else about the emotionally detached, beautiful man that calls to him.

Billionaire Allistair stays alone in his luxury penthouse apartment at the top of Dark Fantasy, terrified of the real world and of opening himself up to genuine emotions. He takes lover after lover, all of them allowing him to do whatever he wants to their bodies, in the hopes that they can scam something from him.

One night is all he ever shares with a plaything—he knows they only want the money and luxury he can offer them and nothing more. But the down to earth Steve is different. They share the same kinks and are explosive when together. But could the muscled law officer ever want more than the lust-filled encounters that have become such an addiction?

As they grow closer, they discover they also have to find a balance between Steve’s everyday world and Allistair’s entitled world before they can truly find an ever after. They also have to make sure Allistair stays safe. Filthy rich playboys are too tempting to those who seek the ultimate payday—and who aren’t afraid of hurting someone to get it.



Thanks so much for stopping by and the giveaway, Morticia! And for the sexy fic. Fans of the Gin & Jazz series will be quite pleased, I suspect ;)



Morticia Knight is giving away ebook copies of the first four books in her sexy series, Sin City Uniforms, to one very lucky winner! 




Enter to win by commenting below with your name and a way of contacting you (email, twitter goodreads, etc). The giveaway is open until November 9th, 9PM PST when a winner will be randomly drawn. Please respond to the winning notification within 48 hours or we will choose another winner.


10 comments:

  1. Yay, giveaway time!!!


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  2. This series is on my wishlist. Thanks for the giveaway. legacylandlisa@gmail.com

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  4. I already have all of these and absolutely love the series! I just finished Negotiating Love, and loved it. I"m still trying to work my way through all of the books I have, but am looking forward to reading a couple of your other series. futterfli01 (at) yahoo (dot) com

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  5. What a great giveaway. thanks
    debby
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  6. loved the kinky fic :)
    thanks for the giveaway

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  7. Loved the fic! Thanks for that and the great giveaway!
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  8. Very kinky enjoyable fic! :)
    Thanks for the chance at the giveaway!
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  9. Well, that was... different. But I loved it anyway. Thank you for the short!
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  10. Thanks so much for stopping by. This giveaway has ended.

    Congrats Jen CW!! You are the winner!

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