Guest blog with Zack Greene from Liz Borino’s new novella Action

Zack Greene from Liz Borino’s new novella Action has taken over the blog.  To talk about being a SUB.  He is also sharing an excerpt from his new book.

*Warning: Light BDSM, D/s relationship, spanking, and hot m/m sex*

Sub

Hey there! Zack Greene here! I’m one of the protagonists of Liz Borino’s newest release, Action. Liz asked me to write a blog post because she’s busy editing…something, probably. Could also be writing. Okay! You got me. I stopped listening after she gave my instructions. The woman just has a habit of going on and on. Exasperating.

Anyway, she asked me to talk about what it’s like to be the submissive partner in a Dom/sub (D/s) relationship. But I can’t. Don’t leave, please! She’ll kill me. Then, the series would end. And that would be sad. I only know what it’s like to be submissive in my relationship with Steve. In a word? It’s incredible. A little more than three years ago, I was an actor on the brink of losing my career because, after escaping my cult-like Mormon family, I took advantage of everything I missed out on growing up. I’m often grateful I was too drunk or strung out to remember how I filled those nights, but more so they didn’t cause permanent damage. Following my release from the hospital, my agent, Vic, sent me on an audition for the pilot of Ben’s Life.

My reputation preceded me, though, and I was almost dismissed by all but one of the directors. Steve. He saw beyond my cockiness, and shattered it, with just a change in the tone of his voice. Two days later, he called, with no information regarding auditions. I was only disappointed until I realized he wanted a date. But he didn’t ask. No, he told me—using the same no nonsense tone from the audition—we’d be going to dinner at an out of the way restaurant. Dinner turned into the night…which became the weekend. His confidence slashed through my armor, straight to my heart. I had never seen someone who could be so gentle and forceful at the same time. At that point, the only word I had for it was fucking hot. Two words. I know.

Steve took care of everything when we were together, including me. I’ll be honest it wasn’t easy at first. I was completely independent since leaving my family seven years prior, so to have someone else telling me what to do, produced some resistance, to say the least. A few weeks into our relationship, Steve showed me exactly how he’d handle my resistance. I thought he was only joking when he threatened to put me over his knee. Nope. I don’t even remember what my first spanking was for, probably something to do with my attitude, usually the culprit. More surprising than the spanking itself? My reaction. I was so aroused by the end of the ten swats, I released all over his legs. The hot white fluid must have carried my ego with it. Because I had no trace of the bad attitude left.

Too confused to be embarrassed, I knelt next to him on the bed—hot red ass made sitting out of the question—to try and make sense of the emotions coursing through my body. But he wouldn’t say anything yet.  Instead, Steve laid me on the bed and soothed the sting with aloe and kisses. I’d never felt so loved. I wanted to hold onto the feeling forever. So far, I have.

Steve and I have a formal contract, which lays out exactly what we expect of each other. Limits. Consequences. Punishments. Rewards. I wear a collar. It’s all very basic insofar as the BDSM community goes. So, that’s why I can’t talk about what it’s like to be a ‘sub.’ All I know is the relationship I have with Steve. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Action

Blurb:

When the bright lights and flashing cameras of Hollywood capture your every move, how can you fulfill your deepest desires? For Zack Greene, a formerly out-of-control actor, and Steve Michaels, the director who unearthed the heart of the man beneath the ego, it’s a constant struggle.

In public, Steve and Zack are the picture of professional partners. However, behind closed doors, their partnership is taken to a new level. They engage in a carefully constructed Dom/sub relationship that not only brings them pleasure, but keeps Zack from slipping back into his wild ways.

Their delicate balance is thrown askew when a producer on the show threatens to expose their lifestyle, while taking advantage of Zack in a moment of vulnerability. Will Steve be able to ease the pain and save the love they share? Or will they come apart when they need each other most?

*Warning: Light BDSM, D/s relationship, spanking, and hot m/m sex*

Excerpt

“Where you going, love?” Steve asked the next morning without opening his eyes when Zack pulled away.

“Nowhere.” Zack knelt next to him, pulled away the blanket, and slid down Steve’s boxers. He lay face down on the bed now completely exposed to the morning chill. Zack reacted to his shiver by closing the window and getting back on the bed. “You know, I woke up a bit ago and realized I’ve been kind of selfish these past few days. This whole situation has been affecting you as much as it has me.” He used both hands to massage the back of Steve’s head and moved slowly down his neck.

Steve let out a breath as Zack kneaded the tension from his body with warm, strong hands. “You’re not selfish. You’ve been hurt.”

Zack brushed a finger against his lips. “Shh, let me make you feel good, please.”

If said another way, Steve could have seen it as a command, but really, why would he argue? Zack was so talented, Steve had no reason to resist when he spread his legs apart. He alternated between his palm and fist over the knots on Steve’s back. When Zack touched his ass, he said, “Hold on a sec.”

“You okay?”

Steve kissed him after making an adjustment. “It’s the morning. Got a biological issue.”

Zack reached between his legs and stroked his low hanging hardness and sac. “I don’t see an issue.”

“Zack…” he gasped, very close to losing control. He was brought even closer as Zack simultaneously kissed his shoulder blades and worked his butt with his hands.

“What? Want me to stop?”

His voice, so sultry and seductive, caused a deep growl in Steve’s throat. “No, I want you to realize you could end up on your back very easily.”

“Promise or threat?” Zack kissed in a zig-zag pattern to the small of his back, and up again, all the while releasing tightness from his lower body.

When the only tension left on the back side of his body was that of growing hunger, he flipped over to find Zack wearing nothing but his collar and a grin. Steve brought him down on the bed and pressed their lips together. “Sometimes, I think you forget who’s in charge here.”

“Then, you better show me.”

“Put your hands behind your head and don’t take them down until I give you permission.” Zack pinned them under his head and Steve took a second to admire him. His well-built chest heaved already. Steve ran his fingers down his chest and abs. He dipped his tongue in the crevices between the muscles. He relished Zack’s unique taste, musk and remaining spices from dinner. “Very nice, my love.” The desire increased. Steve spread Zack’s legs and lavished kisses on his thighs and abs, everywhere except the member begging for attention.

“Steve…please.”

“Oh no, you have quite a while.” The resulting whimper made Steve grow painfully harder. Quite a while? What was Steve thinking? He didn’t want to wait a while. He wanted to bury himself far within the sexy man sprawled out in front of him. He rubbed his own cock. “Zack, I want you to watch me stroke myself.”

Zack turned his head and focused on Steve’s hand moving up and down his shaft with varying degrees of speed. Since it only took one hand to accomplish, Steve reached over and did the same for Zack.  He spread the pre-cum over his head and used it as lubricant for his hand. “Oh my god, I’m going to come,” Zack said.

“You keep saying that, love, but you won’t until I tell you. Besides, that’s not how you ask.” Steve leaned up and kissed Zack, extracting his bottom lip from between his teeth. “I love you.”

“Mmm, love you. Fuck,” he answered breathlessly as Steve teased.

“I’m not sure if I should warn you about language or punish you for giving orders.”

“Never orders. I promise.”

Steve studied Zack’s hands, firmly under his head, the veins of control in his neck, and decided he wasn’t trying to overpower the situation. He lifted Zack’s knees to his chest and lubed his hole. Steve said, “I’m going to fuck you now. Any objections?”

“No, please…”

“No…what? You don’t want me in you, thrusting against your sweet spot, making you wither in ecstasy?” he questioned, even as he slicked himself.

“Christ, Steve, I’m begging you.”

“Okay, love, grab the headboard for leverage.” He gripped the wood so hard his knuckles turned white. Steve entered him fast and deep. Zack met his hips as much as he could under the circumstances. But Steve took charge. He tilted his body up so he repeatedly hit the pleasure spot. “Come for me, love.”

Like turning on a faucet, the white cream gushed out and hit Steve in the face as he leaned down to kiss Zack. The smell and feel of the orgasm erased his own barriers and he collapsed next to his partner.