Kia Ora...

Welcome to June... six months of the year is already done, to say it's gone by fast might be an understatement.

June also means its a Pride Month, a chance for those in the Rainbow Community to stand proud and remember how far we've come... and how far we've still got to go. And in some parts of the world that struggle for equality, to be seen as people deserving of love is a lot harder.

Today's newsletter is also the beginning of a new project - Welcome to Greertown. More information on this new project will be given further down.

Updates

• Caught (Smoke and Shadows 1) is currently in the hands of my beta/proofreader!! In addition to the epilogue, I managed to add another 3k words to the final draft.
• Staying in the Smoke and Shadows series... I now have a tentative plan for a third book in this series which will be titled Stolen. There is no set release date for this or for the second book in the series, Escape... though all going well, I'll try and slot the second book into next years writing plan.
• I'm currently working on Knight (Crime Lords 4), which is currently sitting at 13k... the words are flowing well and hopefully that continues.
• The anthology short is moving a little slower, but it's not due until September.

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Welcome to Greertown is the new project that I will be sharing in the newsletter for the next few months. It will be a collection of deleted scenes, bonus chapters, and alternate endings for the books set in the city of Greertown which includes the Crime Lords series (Kings, Dukes, and Princes), and the Golden Decks Casino series (Flex). These will be written, tidied up, and eventually collated into a publishable book form.

Reading the Crime Lords series or Flex isn't necessary to enjoy these pieces, but it will add a greater understanding of the characters. You can find links to the books at Welcome to Greertown.

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TW: Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Kings Deleted Scene – Misaki

Misaki looked up from the pile of documents that had accumulated on his desk since the last time he’d stepped inside his office several weeks ago. He’d been avoiding this place as much as he had been his apartment, but Misaki could no longer justify it. Despite his desire to move, Misaki knew that it could take weeks, months even to locate a building that met the needs of his group. Thankfully, price was the one barrier that didn’t exist.

Work wasn’t the only thing Misaki had been neglected while caught up in his anger at Matty’s betrayal as he noticed Benjamin hesitantly entering the office. Guilt surged through Misaki as he watched the man stop in front of his desk, eyes downcast and fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. His men depended on Misaki for more than protection, and it killed him that Benjamin was hesitant to ask for whatever it was he needed.

He’d never deny them anything.

It’d worried him early on that their enemies might have tried to gain access to the secrets stored in the brains of his men—information that pertained to the Syndicate and those who were reluctantly in their pay. Feared that honeytrap after honeytrap would be laid for the four who’d been trusted with information that would be devastating for the Syndicate if it fell into the wrong hands, and he’d devised a plan to counter it. And it was a plan that could only have worked in a group like his where sex wasn’t regarded as a private affair that should be kept behind closed doors. Misaki actively encouraged his men to seek each other out for sexual pleasure rather than hook up strangers who could endanger them all. Encouraged them to seek him out if no one else was available.

The bonds within his group had only strengthen as they became more intimate with each other. Nothing was off limits, no fantasy that couldn’t be fulfilled by someone among their ranks or by Misaki… the only needed to walk into his office and ask. Their loyalty to Misaki unwavering, and he knew that his men would die to protect him. He’d die to protect them too, but he prayed that such a situation never eventuated.

While there was some enjoyment to be gotten from watching Benjamin stand in front of his desk growing ever more flustered, Misaki still had work that needed to be finished.

“Benjamin… come here,” he ordered softly, pushing his chair back from the desk.

Benjamin moved swiftly to stand between Misaki’s legs, tension that had been stored tight within the man’s muscles ebbing away as Misaki wrapped his arms around him. The last of Benjamin’s hesitation faded as Misaki apologised for his absence, for neglecting him.

“Tell me what you need. You know whatever it is, I won’t say no. But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what it is,” he spoke gently, his curiosity at what Benjamin was going to ask growing the longer it took the man to reply.

“I want to be watched.”

Misaki grinned, more than happy to comply with the request. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. He wasn’t one to shy away from a public demonstration, nor was he ashamed of it. The men who worked for him were quite adept at delivering reports, making requests, or passing on messages from other members of the Syndicate while Misaki was balls deep in another man. Some days their lack of surprise or uncomfortableness at Misaki’s shamelessness was disappointing and he always look forward to the squawks and stammers of new recruits, no one every choosing to forewarn the newbies of their boss’s current state of undress.

And it had been awhile since Benjamin had made this request, one that always came to Misaki first before others were asked to partake. It only made him feel guiltier at having stayed away so long and leaving his men to deal with the stress associated with Matty’s betrayal by themselves. It hadn’t only been Misaki who’d suffered because of Matty’s actions.

“Is there anyone around at the moment?” Benjamin shook his head, and Misaki tipped his head back with a heavy sigh. Closing his eyes, he tried to think of a way to fulfil Benjamin’s request, and then the best idea came to him. “I think I might have a solution that will work,” he muttered, placing a hand on Benjamin’s shoulder, and applying enough pressure to send the man to his knees. “And if it works… it will end up being quite pleasurable for both of us.”

Running his fingers through Benjamin’s hair while the man unfastened Misaki’s pants and released his half-hard cock, Misaki reached for his phone.

Misaki: What are you doing?

He fired the message off with a devilish smirk and waited for the reply, a moan resting on his lips that begged to be released as Benjamin put his mouth to good use.

Aidan: Nothing. Just chilling in my room.

Misaki’s grin grew wider.

Misaki: Guess what I’m doing?

Aidan: Don’t care.

Misaki: Well, I’m going to tell you anyway.

Not tell, more show, he thought firing off the message to Aidan before snapping a picture of Benjamin’s lips wrapped around his cock and sending that too. As Misaki had hoped, the clicking shutter tone that echoed through the room when he snapped the picture, sent a shudder through Benjamin.

Aidan: What the fuck! Bastard. Why would I want to see that?

He cackled at the thought of a flustered Aidan, cheeks red and eyes blown wide with a desire that Aidan would wholeheartedly deny. Except Misaki didn’t want to just imagine it… he wanted to see it. “Shall we do more than just sending him lewd pictures?” he muttered while switching apps and sending Aidan a request to video chat. “You did want to be watched after all.”

“What the fuck? You bastard!” Aidan spluttered, caught halfway between anger and acute embarrassment. “I don’t want to see that.”

“I think you do, Aidan… I really think you do, because why else would you’ve accepted my call?” Misaki teased while wondering how far he could push the brat before Aidan hung up. “And you don’t want to miss this… Benjamin is quite skilled with his mouth and loves it when people watch him.”

He wanted to laugh as Aidan cursed, adding every expletive he could think of to Misaki’s name. Wanted to laugh at how flustered Aidan was getting… and yet he was captivated by it too. The expressions Aidan made only added to the pleasure Misaki was getting from Benjamin and it surprised him that despite his protests, Aidan still hadn’t ended the call. No matter what the brat claimed, Aidan was far from being straight, and Misaki was curious as to how long it would take the brat to finally admit it.

“Isn’t he being so good, Aidan,” he managed to utter between ragged breaths and moans that tumbled from his lips as Benjamin took Misaki’s cock deeper.

“Fuck you… you… you… bastard,” Aidan hissed, yet his eyes weren’t straying from the screen and his face grew redder.

“What’s wrong, brat? Are you not enjoying watching my cock slide in… and out of Benjamin’s mouth? Or do you wish to be in his place… that it was your mouth swallowing down my cock? Are you imagining it Aidan… the weight of my cock on your tongue… the taste of it… swallowing it deep until you choke?” His words were meant to taunt Aidan, to fulfil Benjamin’s need to be watched… but they also served to stock the flames of Misaki’s arousal, and he wished it was Aidan, not Benjamin on his knees in front of him.

“F-fuck o-off.” But there was little heat in Aidan’s protest, if anything his voice sounded strained like he was stifling back a moan of his own… and Misaki wanted to hear that.

“No… I think you’re imagining my mouth sliding down your cock… taking it all the way to the root and swallowing around it. And I bet you’ll taste delicious, Aidan.”

Still Aidan did nothing. Said nothing. He only grew more flustered, his skin a nice shade of red dotted with sweat, and his pupils dilated. Misaki grinned as he caught the brat biting his bottom lip, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“Show me,” he growled. “Show me Aidan what you’re hiding… let us hear our voice.” Misaki grabbed Benjamin’s hair and curled his fingers in it tight not wanting the man to think he’d been forgotten about while also watching Aidan and wondering if the brat was jerking off.

“Noo, fu-fuck off,” Aidan squeaked, his voice weighed down by arousal and the camera wobbled. “I-I’m not hiding anything.”

Misaki narrowed his eyes certain that he’d spied the drag of a lubed hand over a hard cock when the camera angle briefly changed. “I don’t believe you,” he groaned, firing the brat a devilish grin before tipping his head back and laughing as the screen went black.

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