Hello, all! Guess what today is? Can you? I mean, can you?!
It’s release day for a book that is near and dear to my heart: Kris Ripper’s Catalysts! What’s Catalysts, you ask? Well, it’s a brand new, updated version of two old favorites. Here’s the blurb:
Sometimes all it takes is meeting one person to turn your world upside down. Will Derrie likes girls but he isn’t honest with them; he wants kinky sex and lots of it. When Hugh offers to dominate him, no sex required, Will realizes it might not be so easy to separate the two.
Sometimes all it takes is a new angle on an old idea to change everything you thought you wanted. Hugh Reynolds holds the world at arm’s length. He lives alone, works alone, and he thinks he’s as happy as he’ll ever be. But Will gets under his skin and once he’s gone, Hugh realizes he doesn’t want to go it alone forever.
Sometimes all it takes is a random encounter to open your mind (and your heart). Truman Jennings hits on a cute guy at a conference and he’s smitten by the end of their first date. Hugh’s not the kindest or the easiest boyfriend Truman’s ever had, but he brings one thing to their relationship that no one else could: kinky, adventurous, sweetly submissive Will.
Sometimes you can’t find the right man till you find the wrong one. Three men. Three sides to love, and intimacy, and laughter. Three people who didn’t know what they were looking for…until they found it in each other.
Sounds so good, right? Well, it is! As part of Ripper’s blog tour, I have some lovely things for you today: an exclusive deleted scene (and it’s hot. Oh is it HOT), a podcast Ripper and I did about a month ago to discuss Catalysts, and a giveaway! So without any further lollygagging, let’s get to it!
(and please please please, realize this is so hot and NSFW that you need to use your discretion before going on)
Exclusive deleted scene:
Hugh surveyed Will, stretched against the wall. “You’ll need to be harder than that.”
Will raised an eyebrow, just slightly. “Yes, sir?”
“Where do you beat off, Will? In bed?”
Watch that Adam’s apple jump. “Uh – no, sir. The – the shower.”
“What did you think about, when you were younger, Will?”
“I – uh –” Will shut his eyes. “Just someone telling me what to do.”
“Someone? Describe her.”
Hugh stepped closer, close enough to smell the nervous boy in his guest room. “What’s the problem?”
“Just – it feels weird imagining a woman, when you’re – you’re right there.”
“You really can’t betray me by having fantasized about women, Will. Have I ever asked you to be ashamed of something you wanted?”
“You’re going to have to work on that erection, Will. I know you can get harder than that.”
“Can you – ask me something – else? This is depressing, sir.”
“We can’t have that.” A perfectly evil idea occurred to Hugh. He leaned even closer and lowered his voice. “Let’s try a reenactment, Will. Pretend that this corner, between the desk and the wall, is your shower. Show me.”
Will’s eyes shot open.
“How do you stand? Do you brace yourself on the wall with one hand? Show me.”
“Aw, fuck. Really, sir?”
Hugh pressed a finger to Will’s lips. “You are permitted to say, ‘yes, sir’ and ‘no, sir’ and, if you absolutely must, ‘may I speak freely, sir?’ Do you understand?”
Will licked his lips, grazing Hugh’s finger. “Yes, sir.” He didn’t mean that. He didn’t. But Will appeared to be smirking.
“Are you flirting with your dom, Will?”
“‘Uh’ is not an acceptable response.”
Will dropped his eyes, with nearly-appropriate deference. “Yes, sir.”
Picture that. “That’s permissible, providing you limit your speech to the three phrases already mentioned.”
A smile curved Will’s lips. “Yes, sir.”
“Now. Show me. Get into position.” It took a second, but he moved from the wall. And slowly, painfully, stood facing the corner, bringing his left arm up, hesitating, then bending forward and leaning his head against it.
“You orgasm without touching? I can’t wait to see this.”
“No, sir. Ah.” Will mumbled something inarticulate.
“I could gag you, of course. But I do like the way you say ‘sir’.” It was even more fun to fuck with Will when he couldn’t see. Hugh found himself grinning, watching the kid’s back rise and fall with rapid breaths. “Will? Nothing appears to be happening. If this is how you often masturbate, perhaps I could find you a training, with homework and letter grades. Would that be helpful?”
“Because there are classes. Workshops. Weekend retreats.”
“No, sir,” Will said, barely opening his mouth.
Hugh moved in, not quite touching but very close, his feet bracketing Will’s. “You are disobeying me again, Will. Touch yourself.”
“You are harder, I notice.” Hugh leaned, fractionally, closer. And held his breath. “I’m enjoying myself. Do you want to feel how much?”
Hugh pressed forward, rubbing himself lightly against Will’s ass. “You feel me, Will?”
Another moan, lower, harsher. “Yes, sir.”
“You ever felt a man this close? Cock hard, separated from your ass by nothing but a little bit of fabric?”
“Will,” Hugh breathed into his ear. He shifted, braced a hand next to Will’s elbow, dared to drag his fingers down Will’s dangling right arm.
“Aw, fuck me,” Will whispered. “Sorry! But can I – can I ask –”
“Please touch me? Please – please, sir –”
“I just did.”
“No,” Will all but moaned. “Sir, please –”
“I’m getting impatient, Will. Make your request or obey me.”
Will shivered. Add “obey” to the list of words that hits the right buttons.
“I – please touch my – please touch me, sir, please…”
“Hm,” Hugh murmured, controlling the impulse to shove Will into the wall and – no. Stop. “Please don’t have an identity crisis, Will. I like you far too much for that.” He pulled Will’s hand to Will’s cock and gripped it, his fingers sliding between Will’s.
Will rammed his head into his arm twice, groaning inarticulately.
“Show my how you want it. Show me how it’s done, Will.” Fuck, Hugh thought, as Will’s hand began to move. He pushed his body a little tighter against Will’s ass and swore silently that he wouldn’t come, in his pants, rutting against a straight boy while giving him a hand job.
“Talk to me, sir? Please?”
“You are so fucking hot, Will. The only thing that could improve this situation is if your ass was bright red from my paddle first.” And I had no clothes on. And you were lubed and prepped and ready for me. Fuck. “Bright red and burning, right here. I could bind your wrists above your head, make you hold the bed frame while I used you, like this, to satisfy my needs.”
“Please, please, please,” Will moaned, hand speeding up. “Oh god, please, please, please…”
“I wouldn’t be gentle, Will. I’d hold your cock hard, like this, and I’d make you take it while I rubbed myself against your shiny red ass. Keep up those noises, Will, I want to hear how badly you want it, how much you want me to fuck you –”
Will came, panting and shuddering, his body going tense before letting go.
“Fuck yes,” Hugh said, a little shell shocked. Do not come. But he didn’t, and it was less of a concern (though an increasing discomfort). When Will didn’t raise his head, Hugh moved again, carefully stepping back. “Will?”
“It’s like you see into my head,” Will said softly, voice uneven and damp-sounding. “And it’s – freaky. You say things that are like wet dreams only I must be so transparent, for you to know that’s what I want.”
“You feel exposed.”
“Well, fuck. I’m standing here naked and covered in my own come. So yeah.”
Ah. “Turn around.”
“Turn around. And I know you meant to say ‘sir’.”
“Sir, I –” He broke off and continued in a small, alarmingly young-sounding voice, “Please don’t make me. Please let me clean myself.”
“This isn’t dirty, Will.” Hugh took a second to wipe his hand down the seam of his pants. “Hey, this is the part of the fantasy where your mystery woman drops to her knees and cleans you with her tongue. Will. Turn around.”
Shivering now, moving robotically, Will turned, somewhat wedging himself in the corner, shoulders hunched. After a moment, he crossed his arms.
Oh, petulant child. Right. That’s not going to work this time.
Hugh reached out, slowly, to tip Will’s chin up. “That was hot. You, naked, standing here covered in come, are hot. Don’t ever have sex with anyone who fails to recognize that, Will. I am not making this up. I am not catering to your insecurity. I am absolutely serious.” He made sure Will was looking at him before adding, “That’s a personal statement of fact. I think you are very, very arousing, standing here in my guest room.”
“I made a mess.”
“You didn’t.” Hugh stepped away, pulling a towel out of the armoire.
Will wiped himself down quickly and looked around before reluctantly surrendering the dirty towel to Hugh. “I – how do you know what to say? How can you say what you say?”
“If only you knew the things I didn’t say.”
Will’s eyes flashed. “Tell me.”
“Are you in a position to make demands?”
“If this is some kind of coddle-the-straight-boy routine, I think we’re a little beyond that, don’t you?”
Oh, fiery Will. Yeah, he could work with that.
“Get on the bed. All fours.”
Will responded surprisingly fast. But this was a game of one-up, now, and he was clearly determined not to lose.
“You want the paddle or my hand?”
Gratifyingly brief pause.
“Your hand, sir.”
“You made me wait for your compliance, Will. How many do you get for that?” It was a new twist, but Will could keep up if he didn’t start thinking.
“Just ten? Oh, I think fifteen. And that’s if you can handle the first set with decorum. Count.”
He went fast and didn’t deviate, laying down all fifteen in the same hand print on Will’s right ass cheek. The count started strong, but Will was struggling by the end.
“Very nice, submissive. You kept yourself admirably still.”
“Thank you, sir,” Will mumbled, rocking a little.
“Flip over and lie back on this scratchy, scratchy bedspread.”
Before he could get too settled Hugh climbed up and over him, sitting over his thighs, his heels pressing Will’s legs together. He had no plan, but suddenly he couldn’t help himself. Will, pupils blown wide, watched him silently, chewing on his lip.
“Give me your hands.”
Will’s breath caught when Hugh held his hands together and leaned over him, pinning his wrists down right over his head, necessarily leaning across the length of his body, cock pressing against Will’s stomach.
“Do you trust me, Will?”
“When I think of you I try not to let it go too far. But every now and then I imagine what it would be like, to push up against you, slide my cock inside you, hold tight to your hips and fuck you, hard, not letting you come for hours while I rode you, fucking you at just the right angle to keep you begging. I don’t dream of beautiful women with soft bodies, Will. I dream of marking you up and holding you down.”
Oh shit, okay, that was – entirely inappropriate.
Will stared up at him for a terribly long moment, not speaking, until Hugh released his wrists and backed off the bed. “Sorry. That was – I’m going to make tea. You’re welcome to stay.”
And he nearly tripped on his own feet leaving the room.
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About Kris Ripper:
Kris Ripper lives in the great state of California and hails from the San Francisco Bay Area. Kris shares a converted garage with a toddler, can do two pull-ups in a row, and can write backwards. (No, really.) Kris is genderqueer and prefers the z-based pronouns because they’re freaking sweet. Ze has been writing fiction since ze learned how to write, and boring zir stuffed animals with stories long before that.