Emmanuel Ebooks Library

COOK eBOOKS/RECIPES
Price Ksh.100 each or buy all the 10 books for Ksh. 500
1. Cooking from the Heart- 71 South African Recipes
2. The complete Herbal Guide_A natural way of healing the body
3. 212 Pizza Recipes
4. 300 Chicken Recipes
5. 300 Delicious Sandwich Recipes
6. 700 Cake Recipes
7. 300 Delicious Candy Recipes
8. 300 Recipes for the Grill
9. Baking EBook
10. Kenyan Home Chef 100 Recipes

DO YOU WANT TO START YOUR EBOOKS BUSINESS?

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EBOOKS, THE IDLE GOLD MINE

Do you use the internet to make money for yourself or OTHERS?

FOR THOSE who want to start selling ebooks you must read this before anyone else lest this market floods. This is a lucrative business venture that you can start with as little as 1500/- and make approximately 1k per day or more. With this amount, you get access to over 100 Ebooks.

FACTS AND FIGURES: According to Reuters, social media had approximately 4,500,000 active users in Kenya by September, 2010. The active users are the people who log in, post comments or update their status at least once per day. And these numbers must have grown by.

NICHE: This has been clearly outlined in the FREE Guide that we will email to you.

LET'S DO THE MATH: Let’s say you have a bunch of content and your target for one month is 1 out of 4,500 active users. This means that out of 4.5 million, your target is one thousand clients. If you sell one ebook to them at Ksh.100 you get a net worth of Ksh.100k in one month. If you decide to sell to them for like 8 books for Ksh.500 your income goes to Ksh.500k. The secret is to give your clients value for their money.

SPECIAL OFFER: Over the past three months I have bought and assembled around 103 ebooks of which around 10 are locally written. I have categorized them into these titles: Business, Marketing, Cookbooks/recipes, Agriculture, Academic Writing, Training Manuals, Transcription Manuals, Motivation, Philosophy, Religion & Psychology, Biographies, Poetry, Politics, Love & Romance, Novels & Short Stories. I am selling to only 50 people or less who want to start this venture. I don't want many people because they can flood the market.

LIST OF BOOKS YOU GET FOR KSH.1500 WHOLESALE PRICE

BUSINESS & MARKETING
Price Ksh.150 (1 book), Ksh.400 (3 Books)
1. 3 Paths to Internet Wealth
2. Free Traffic Tsunami- Using social media to market your business
3. Instant Cash Strategies
4. Introduction to the Stock Market
5. Managing Business Through Human Psychology- A Handbook for an Entrepreneur
6. Sample Business Proposal/Plan
7. Systemize your Business
8. The Rules of Viral Marketing
9. Top 25 Online Businesses for Moms
10. 200 Business Ideas to Start in Kenya

COOK eBOOKS/RECIPES
Price Ksh.250
1. Cooking from the Heart- 71 South African Recipes
2. The complete Herbal Guide_A natural way of healing the body
3. 212 Pizza Recipes
4. 300 Chicken Recipes
5. 300 Delicious Sandwich Recipes
6. 700 Cake Recipes
7. 300 Delicious Candy Recipes
8. 300 Recipes for the Grill
9. Baking EBook
10. Kenyan Home Chef 100 Recipes

AGRICULTURE
Price Ksh.300
1. Kienyeji Chicken Farming Manual

WRITING AND TRANSCRIPTION
Price Ksh.150 (1 book), Ksh.400 (3 Books)
1. Freelance Writer’s-Resource-Guide
2. The-Blogger’s-Guide
3. Transcription Training Manual Updated April 2016
4. The Cambridge Introduction to Creative Writing

MOTIVATION, PHILOSOPHY, RELIGION & PSYCHOLOGY
Price Ksh.40 (1 book), Ksh.100 (3 Books)
1. Birdman Vision from the Sky
2. Philosophy_ The Big Questions
3. Motivation- What Matters
4. The Kingdom of God is Yours
5. Best Quotes of All Time
6. Political Philosophy
7. Puppets of Faith
8. Touching the Taboo

BIOGRAPHIES
Price Ksh.40 (1 book), Ksh.100 (3 Books)
1. Blurred Vision- Life Inside The-Sand-Castle
2. Christopher Columbus and the New-World
3. My Life with Autism- A Teenage Girl’s Story of Overcoming and Overachieving
4. The Best of British Genocide: Part-1- Conception
5. King Icahn_ Biography of a Renegade Capitalist

POETRY
Price Ksh.40
1. Tears of the Mystic Rose
2. In a State

POLITICS
Price Ksh.40 (1 book), Ksh.100 (3 Books)
1. Puppets-of-Faith-Theory-of-Communal-Strife
2. The-Art-of-War
3. The-War-for-the-Oil-of-Libya-1950-2015
4. From Dictatorship to Democracy

LOVE & ROMANCE
Price Ksh.40 (1 book), Ksh.100 (3 Books)
1. 548 Heartbeats_Hindi Version
2. 101 Amazing Ways to Say I Love You
3. Body Language
4. Forbidden Fruit
5. Steps to Fall in Love
6. Sweetest Taboo
7. Take a Breath
8. The-Art-of-War-for-Dating
9. How to Make Anyone Fall in Love with You
10. Love is Always Write
11. Dirty Laundry
12. The Mating
13. The Dirty Little Ebook of S*x Quotes
14. Of Sweaters and Heartache

OTHER NOVELS & SHORT STORIES
Price Ksh.40 (1 book), Ksh.100 (3 Books)
1. Aesop's Fables_Children's stories
2. An Invitation to Bombay_ The Rise of Ambani's Empire
3. And Then There Were None
4. Animal Farm
5. Animal Instincts
6. Beautiful Illusions
7. Bloody Parchment
8. Beyond Duty
9. Beyond Moonlight
10. Boys Don't Ride
11. Broken
12. Decadent Treats
13. Decadent Treats II
14. Delicious Sinn
15. Don't Read in the Closet I
16. Don't Read in the Closet II
17. EvenFall
18. His Gift
19. Like a Sparrow through the Heart
20. Love is Always Write_Volume Three
21. Love is Always Write_ Volume Five
22. Louder than Sirens
23. Legend of the East Road
24. Lucky Boy
25. Oedipus Trilogy_Play
26. Of Honor and Love
27. Orlando
28. Playing with Shadows
29. Robin Hood
30. SEAL TEAM Omega_ Flames of Betrayal
31. Slave Breakers II
32. Simon Says
33. Stuff My Stocking
34. Tales of Wonder I
35. Tales of Wonder II
36. The Seventh Circle
37. The Luxury of Vegeance
38. The War for Bank's Island
39. The Slave Breakers_
40. The Septemist Manifesto
41. The Prequel to Half Blood
42. Unofficial Harry Potter Cook Book
43. Unlocked_Ten Key Tales
44. Whistle Blowing
45. Where the Land Goes on Forever
46. You Melted Me

In the next one month, I will add 100+ books on this list and I will share a free secure link for you to access and download them.

INTERESTED IN THIS BUSINESS, just comment here or you can inbox me your email I will forward a FREE GUIDE.

Dennis | +254714 76 4548 | Cheers!

EBOOKS: THE IDLE GOLD MINE

Do you use the internet to make money for yourself or OTHERS?

FOR THOSE who want to start selling eBooks you MUST read this before ANYONE else lest this market floods. This is a lucrative business venture that you can start with as little as 3k and make as little as 1k per day.

Just like you I am a curious internet lover. I live on the internet, it feeds me, clothe me, it’s my main source of income. In fact it has made be remain connected to friends whom I last met 15 years ago and some whom I have never met too.

FACTS & FIGURES: According to Reuters, social media had approximately 4,500,000 ACTIVE users in Kenya by September, 2010. The active users are the people who log in, post comments or update their status at least once per day. And these numbers must have grown by now [I did this research some time back in April]

DIVERSIFY: If you can read my previous posts you will learn that I used to be an academic writer (2013-2015). I am currently working as a transcriber and proofreader on Nonotes and Upwork platforms and as an EBook seller on social media sites.

NICHE: Successful businesses usually discriminate whom to offer their services to. You can decide to sell books on recipes/cook-books, wisdom, poetry, internet marketing or any other. One thing you need to do is to first select whom to sell to, and then market your product. The saying that ‘The Customer is the King’ doesn’t apply here, there are over 1.5 Billion users and one person should never waste your time. MOVE ON, millions of untapped potential clients are waiting in the line.

LET’S DO THE MATH: Let’s say you have a bunch of books and your target for one month is 1 out of 4,500 ACTIVE users [Twitter, YouTube tuziweke kando] This means that out of 4.5M your target is 1000 clients. If you sell One ebook to them at 100/- you get a net worth 100k. If you decide to sell to them for like 8 books for 500/- your income goes to 500k. The secret is to give your clients value for their money.

SHOP: Social media has made it easier to reach more clients. You can virtually set up a shop on facebook, receive payments and transfer the same to your bank account or Paypal account. I haven’t tried this feature yet (I think it is called Shopify- jina k**a hilo!) NOTE: Only Equity can be linked and receive money via Skrill. No other Kenyan bank does this.

MARKETING: How do I reach these clients? Have you come across a post with the tag ‘Sponsored’? If you have a page you can sponsor a post for as low as $1. A sponsored post for $5 normally reaches a market of 5000+ people. It is even possible to refine your niche by targeting people of a specific gender, age brakets and even locality [in this photo my target is women, 24-65 years, all in Kenya] You can expand this to target Tanzania and Rwanda because they have Mpesa in their countries. OR> If you have a shop on Shopify, you can target all English speaking countries (Utauza vitabu even in a country called Maluku- it’s in the Pacific Ocean)

SPECIAL OFFER: Over the past three months I have bought and assembled around 103 ebooks of which around 10 are locally written. I have categorized them into these titles: Business, Marketing, Cookbooks/recipes, Agriculture, Academic Writing, Training Manuals, Transcription Manuals, Motivation, Philosophy, Religion & Psychology, Biographies, Poetry, Politics, Love & Romance, Novels & Short Stories.

In the next one month, I will add 100+ books on this list and I will share a free link for you to access it.

YOU CAN ALSO START THIS BUSINESS just comment here or you can inbox me your email I will forward a FREE EBOOK, ’21 Refutable Laws of Leadership’ by J.C Maxwel and we can negotiate on a good discounted price for the whole bunch of 100+ ebooks. I will try to respond to your messages as fast as possible.
You can check out my page ‘BestSeller Ebooks Kenyan Libray.’ Within the posts you will get a link to the blogspot with free book reviews. You can as well subscribe to the blog to receive one free ebook per month. I also do face to face transactions within Nairobi.

Dennis.

AVAILABLE FOR FREE

PRACTICAL STEPS TO FINANCIAL FREEDOM AND INDEPENDENCE
Author:
Usiero Uko

A Matter of Choice: Financial freedom is within the reach of every single one of us. All it requires is focus, persistence, and a strong desire to invest in yourself and become who you ought to be. In order to achieve what you have not achieved before, you need to become who you have not been before. It all comes down to a matter of choice.

Each time money comes into your hands, you have a unique opportunity to make a choice—to build assets or accumulate liabilities, to remain poor and middle class or to become rich. Your current financial state is a result of what you did with money in times past. You are writing the script for your financial future with what you do with your income today. Are you becoming richer or are you stuck in one spot?

Attaining financial freedom has nothing to do with how much income you receive. It has a lot to do with what you do with your current income. To change your financial future, you have to change your personal philosophy. Your actions flow from your thoughts, so you have to think differently. When this change on the inside happens, the doing part becomes easy.
You first have to be so you can do in order to have. Be… Do… Have. You can attain financial freedom starting with your current income by making a few adjustments in your personal philosophy.

You’ll be amazed by what a difference these few Practical Steps to Financial Freedom and Independence changes will make in the course of your life. These simple steps, if diligently applied, will change your life forever:

1. Make Up Your Mind. Move from interest to commitment, from should to must. Be willing to pay the price no matter what. Cross the line and burn your bridges.
2. Change Your Mind-set. Upgrade from your poverty mentality to an abundance mentality. Dismantle self-imposed limitations. Think assets rather than liabilities.
3. Know Your Financial Health. Put your financial house in order. Know what you own, what you owe, and your net worth, assets, and liabilities.
4. Set Clear Financial Goals. Decide where you want to be financially in a year, five years, and ten years from now.
5. Get Out of Bad Debt. Shake off the yoke of consumer debt and focus on building assets rather than liabilities.
6. Spend Below Your Income. Cut your coat according to your cloth, not your size. Eliminate wasteful spending.
7. Pay Yourself First. Save first and spend what’s left rather than spending first and save what’s left—if anything.
8. Avoid Budget-Busting Monsters. Avoid the temptation to misappropriate funds. Stick to your plan.
9. Invest in Your Financial Education. Invest in knowledge. Know what you’re doing before you jump in.
10. Let Your Assets Buy Your Luxuries. Don’t use your income to acquire luxuries. Create assets that will generate cash flow to pay for them.
11. Mind Your Business. Take charge of your financial destiny. Don’t depend on your employer or someone else to do it for you.
12. Make Your Talent Pay. Develop your talents, gifts, and hobbies and turn them into a business.
13. Develop Multiple Streams of Income. Don’t depend on your salary alone. Have other sources of income.
14. Take Baby Steps. Start right where you are. Don’t wait for tomorrow.
15. Insure Your Assets. Protect yourself and your assets in case of the unexpected. Don’t leave your assets naked and exposed.
16. Understand Asset Allocation. Have financial security and growth plans in place before you attempt to be rich.
17. Plan Your Estate. Determine what will happen to your estate when you’re gone. Don’t leave it to predators.
18. Give Back to Society. Make your unique contribution and leave the world better than it was when you met it.
These steps are transformational. It’s not simply a formula to get rich but a means of becoming rich on the inside through thinking rich thoughts so you can take rich actions and ultimately live your dreams in reality. The most rewarding aspect of your journey to financial freedom will not be the money you make but the person you become in the process. It’s about becoming who you were born to be so you can do what you were born to do and make your unique contribution to the world.

There’s no one way to financial freedom. You have to chart your individual path to your dreams. Each of us is unique, with a unique set of circumstances, talents, skills, temperament, hopes, and dreams. There is no one else on this planet like you. You alone know who you are, where you came from, and where you’re heading. You are the only one who can find your way home.
This book is only a map showing you the terrain. You have to decide the specific path to take to get to your desired destination.

http://ebookskenya254.blogspot.co.ke/2016/06/free-ebook.html

BestSeller Ebooks Kenyan Library: FREE EBOOK: Practical Steps to Financial Freedom and Independence

BLOODY PERCHMENT
Volume I

The mirror was a stagnant pool of black glass. Tara blinked. No change. She touched its cold hard surface. Vaguely she remembered an image of herself―blond hair, blue eyes.
Stubble covered her head now. She felt it by touch and winced.
“Why won’t you let me see?” she asked.
“See what?” The man sounded surprised.
“How bad the accident was. What it did to me.” What you are doing to me?
Did she imagine the slightest hesitation? “There was no accident.”
“You hit my car and, doing so, rammed us both off the embankment. There was a woman...” She faltered.
“No woman,” the man said. “No accident.”
At this point, Tara usually began to cry. “I saw her body...with the throat cut and all those marks on her face. I saw her.”
“Shut up!” the man snapped. “You are crazy, woman! Crazy! There was no accident.”
Her stomach churned and loosened remnants of her last meal. Her hand, touching the clear black glass, trembled.
“Look, I’m sorry,” he said. “This is hard on both of us. You have a psychiatric disorder. It causes delusions. Some days you don’t even remember I’m your husband.”
The first few times the man said it―those ridiculously untrue words―she had laughed right in his face. And paid the price. Now she remembered the caress of steel on her skin.
“You aren’t my husband,” she said, but conviction was seeping out of her, with willpower, sanity and memories of all-night parties and beach walks with her two dogs. Who was feeding them? Was anyone looking for her?
“See, what did I tell you? How do you think that makes me feel, after twenty-nine years of marriage?”
Tara sighed. “I am only twenty-two years old. I’ve never been married.”
Her skin was smooth, unblemished and unlined, except by his design. According to the man, that too was in her mind, a denial of reality. Although it repulsed her, she held onto the image of the other woman, rolling from the back seat, tumbling down the embankment.
During those times when he left her alone, she searched the tiny room for evidence. A foreign airpin. A hair. A drop of blood. Anything not her own. Anything to prove that the woman had existed.
On the first two days she did see herself, pale and bruised. He must have done something to the glass, but he said it was just the delusions. The blood on the pillow was hers. Examining her cheeks, her jaw, she found scabs. Bits of thread that could be crude stitches. All in her head, he insisted. Like memories of Jason Christopher and his bike and the wind on her face. Would Jason love the horror she’d become as much as he loved his Stephen King? Her existence was confined to the throbbing battle inside her head between what the man told her and what she remembered.
What kind of mind game had he played with the dead woman? How long had she lasted?
She touched clear, black glass... read more at http://ebookskenya254.blogspot.co.ke/

ANYTHING IN A SKIRT

“Have you lost your mind?” Spencer demanded as he stormed up the stairs and onto the upper story of the building site.
His furious gaze immediately homed in on where Baxter stood, at a work bench on the far side of the room. As Spencer watched, the other man froze. Tape measure in hand, Baxter suddenly appeared to forget what measurements he was supposed to be marking out on the piece of board.

The metal tape measure slid back into its housing with a decisive click but Baxter still didn’t turn around.
Spencer had thought he was already as angry as it was possible for any man to be. He’d been wrong and he was cheerfully willing to be damned before he let his submissive keep his back to him for another moment. Striding across the half re-furbished bedroom, he wrapped his hand around Baxter’s arm and yanked the larger man away from the workbench. Heavy denim fabric flapped around Baxter’s legs as he was spun around.
“What the hell were you thinking, wearing that damn thing to work?” Spencer snapped, determinedly keeping his gaze up and focused on the taller man’s face.

Baxter shrugged. The extra layers of muscle he’d gained since they started working on the building site, shifted under his dust coated vest. Spencer ground his teeth together, determined not to look any further down his lover’s body than that!
“It’s a lot more practical than it looks,” Baxter babbled. “It’s cooler to work in, and—”
“Bollocks!”

There was no way in hell Baxter hadn’t realised that Spencer would spend the whole day hard, knowing his submissive was working upstairs wearing that bloody stupid contraption.
“I thought you’d approve.”

Baxter tried to turn around, to turn his back on Spencer yet again, but Spencer tightened his grip on the larger man’s arm until the well tanned skin beneath his fingertips turned white.
“What did you say?”

Baxter finally raised his gaze and looked Spencer in the eye for the first time that day. “You’ve always been happy to screw anything in a skirt, haven’t you?”
If he’d been attempting to make a joke, it fell very flat.
The anger that had been boiling inside Spencer contracted into a fist full of ice cold fury. “Oh…?”
If the submissive recognised Spencer’s tone of voice and realised how wary he should be of it, he showed no sign of it. Baxter just shrugged as he turned his head, directing his attention back to the boards.
“If I wanted to screw someone in a skirt, I’d be with a girl, not a guy,” Spencer pointed out icily.
“I never asked you to give up girls,” Baxter reminded him.

Their eyes met for one brief moment. There was a reason why Spencer loved playing poker with his Baxter. He had to be the easiest man on the planet to read. Every emotion played across his face. By the time Baxter looked away, Spencer had no doubt what the whole fiasco was about. The knowledge didn’t reduce his fury in the least.

Gathering up every ounce of self control at his disposal, Spencer took a step away from his boyfriend and leaned against a section of the wall that had already been boarded. Then, he just waited. It wouldn’t take long—it never did with Baxter.
“How is Sally?” the submissive asked, right on queue.
“She’s still cute as hell,” Spencer said, as jovially as he could manage. Watching the other man through narrowed eyes, he saw the muscle in Baxter’s jaw spasm as his boyfriend ground his teeth together.

“So, you’ve noticed that me and Sally have been flirting with each other?” Spencer prompted.
Baxter shrugged. Muscles once more moved in very interesting ways. Spencer made a mental note to find a way to make Baxter keep on lugging heavy wooden boards around even after the economy recovered and they managed to find jobs that made use of their hard earned degrees.

The slightly wiry frame his lover had possessed as a teenager had morphed into a real man’s body over the last few months. It was all Spencer could do to stop himself licking his lips or dropping his gaze too far and finding himself forced to look at that bloody awful thing wrapped around the submissive’s hips.
Baxter glanced toward him. “How’s it going between you two?” His attempt at a casual tone of voice would have been funny at any other time.

Spencer somehow forced his lips into a smile. “It’s going fantastic. You know, I’ll bet I’m already at the point where I could get her to do anything I wanted. Anything.”
“Good for you,” Baxter muttered.
“I’ll bet I could order her down onto her knees or straight onto her back, and she’d be more than happy to oblige me,” Spencer went on.

Baxter turned away. He was half way across the room before Spencer spoke again.
“Hell, I bet she’d even juggle the pay packets around and let us both have our wages a few days early, so we could make it to that concert you were so upset about missing.”
Baxter stopped so suddenly, his kilt swayed around his legs, drawing immediate attention to the bare skin between the edge of the fabric and his work boots. A moment passed before he turned back to face Spencer in something that looked suspiciously like horrified slow motion.

Spencer raised an eyebrow as he watched the penny finally drop inside his lover’s head.
Baxter opened his mouth. Then, he closed his mouth.
Even as angry as he was with him, Spencer had to admit, it had to be worth putting up with a hell of a lot from a man who could actually make a goldfish impression look hot.

“I’ve just made a complete pillock out of myself, haven’t I?” Baxter asked. His throat closed up. He couldn’t make his words much louder than a whisper.
“No, you pretty much accused me of screwing around behind your back,” Spencer corrected. “I’ve got a good mind to…” He smiled as he trailed off.

Baxter swallowed several times in quick succession. He looked around in every direction. All the other men had left for their lunch break. There was no one else on the site but, right then, Baxter wasn’t really sure if it would have made any difference if there was a whole crowd of men lining the room.

He’d seen that look in Spencer’s eyes often enough over the past few months to know that nothing got in the dominant’s way when he was in that kind of mood. Reality, repercussions, they were things that applied to other people. He wouldn’t care who saw him make his point.

If he didn’t look so bloody hot when he was angry, Baxter was sure he’d be scared of the possibilities. As it was, all the blood that should have been in his brain rushed to his c**k. He remained perfectly still as Spencer strode towards him.

One moment, the shorter man was glaring up at him, the next, Spencer’s hand was wrapped around Baxter’s wrist. The world spun. When it stopped, Baxter was bent over the work bench, his arm twisted up behind his back.

“I think it’s time we found out what a carpenter wears under his kilt, isn’t it?” As Spencer leaned over him to whisper the words in his ear, his crotch pressed firmly against Baxter’s arse, letting him feel his lover’s er****on rub against him.

Baxter automatically nodded, his cheek rubbing against the saw dust on the bench. Pain throbbed in his shoulder and he tried to move his arm but Spencer’s grip instantly tightened around his wrist, keeping it pinned to the small of his back as the other man took half a step back.

Baxter felt his lover’s free hand fumble with the edge of his kilt. Yanking the fabric up, Spencer deftly exposed Baxter’s naked arse to the whole world as he moved to stand to one side of him.
If Baxter had found himself feeling strangely vulnerable with warm summer air creeping under his kilt and swirling around parts of his body that were usually tucked away behind his jeans—that was nothing compared to the panic that spiked inside him when the material was flipped up, leaving him completely bare.

He had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep back a protest. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good to object, not when Spencer was in that sort of mood, but his desire to please the other man and take his punishment like a good submissive made him desperate to keep his mouth shut.

Baxter belonged to his master even more thoroughly than he usually did right then, and they both knew he was Spencer’s to do with as he pleased.

Baxter closed his eyes as he relished the feeling that came with that knowledge. His usual limits didn’t exist in that moment, neither did common sense or anything else. His only possible out was his safe word, but he had no desire to take it.
And, as easily as that, Baxter’s world became a much better place than it had since he first saw the site secretary twirling her hair at Spencer.
“How long have you been hard?” Spencer demanded.
“Just since you came up here.” Baxter’s words almost blurred together as he rushed to get them out.
“Flattery won’t make me any less pi**ed off with you,” Spencer snapped, his mouth just an inch from Baxter’s ear.
No it wouldn’t, Baxter knew his lover well enough to already be sure of that—but that didn’t make the facts of the matter any the less true.

“I’m not sure there is anything you can do that will make me less pi**ed off with you,” Spencer went on. As he spoke, he stroked his palm over Baxter’s bare arse.
Baxter desperately tried not to push back against his lover’s hand. Spencer probably wouldn’t s***k him any harder if he gave in to that temptation, but still, it was the principle of the matter.
“I’ve been hard all day, thinking about you up here, surrounded by all those other guys, while I was stuck downstairs working on the damn wiring,” Spencer informed him, his tone of voice now dangerously calm. “Did any of them ask you what you were wearing underneath it?” 9

“They didn’t mean it to sound like—”
Baxter’s words died on his lips as Spencer’s hand came down hard against his arse. He gasped at the sheer force of it. Just from that one smack it was obvious that he wasn’t about to receive a nice, playful, I-want-you-to-blush-nicely-for-me-before-I-screw-you sort of s***king.

It was going to be a, I’m-going-to-remind-you-never-to-do-that-again kind of s***king. And it was exactly what Baxter needed.
Spencer’s hand struck his arse again and again. Baxter’s fist tightened around the edge of the work bench as he fought to stay silent and still under his dominant’s touch. Little splinters of rough wood scratched against his skin, threatening to cut into his fingers but that wasn’t important.

Baxter could almost feel the blows pushing a far more distressing kind of pain out of his mind and that was the only thing that mattered.

The sound of Spencer’s cupped palm falling against his buttocks echoed through the room. The hard surfaces of the half finished building made the sound seem even louder than it would have in their tiny little flat back in the cheaper part of town.

The fire under Baxter’s skin turned into an inferno, something almost as wild and uncontrollable as his lover coursed through him with every extra s***k. Spencer’s hand moved faster, allowing him no opportunity to recover or to prepare himself for the next blow.

As suddenly as it had been chased out of the room, silence returned. The sheer weight of it seemed to press down on Baxter as it poured back into the space. He opened his eyes and blinked at his lopsided view of the room. Spencer stood well out of his field of vision. He had no way of knowing what the other man would do next.

Without any warning, Spencer’s hand returned to Baxter’s arse making him jerk against the table, but this time it only stroked and squeezed the muscle it had struck. 10
Baxter desperately tried to hold back a pleasure filled moan as his lover teased the overly sensitive skin. His knuckles turned white as he clung to the edge of the bench and forced himself to remain still.
“I asked you a question.” Spencer reminded him. “Did any of the guys you were working with up here ask you what you were wearing under your kilt?”
“Yes.” It was barely a whisper.
“That’s better,” Spencer’s hand caressed his flaming arse again, before his fingers finally slid down into the cleft between the muscles.

The digits were hot from the s***king as they teased his hole. Baxter didn’t have to imagine what they’d feel like as they were slicked with l**e and pushed deep inside him. He knew. He knew how every detail of a s***king from his lover felt, he loved every detail too.
“Did any of them try to find out what you were wearing under there?” Spencer asked.
Baxter had to swallow several times before he could even attempt to make his vocal cords work. He was too slow.
Spencer’s hand fell against his arse again.
That smack hurt so much more than any of the previous ones. Not expecting it, not ready for it, Baxter let out a startled little sound. The yelp cleared his throat, allowing words to follow it. “No!”
“Bax?” Spencer asked.
“No—they didn’t try to find out,” Baxter managed to clarify.
“Good,” Spencer murmured, his fingers once more dipping between Baxter’s buttocks. “I’d hate to lose this job because I had to throttle one of our colleagues.”
Baxter could only whimper in response as Spencer teased his hole. As angry as he was, Spencer might have actually tried to do it.
“You’d better have l**e in one of those fancy pockets?”
“Back left,” Baxter ground out, trying to resist the temptation to hump the work bench.
Spencer released the wrist he’d pinned to the small of Baxter’s back and hunted through the pockets. Baxter moved his hand to the edge of the work bench and took a firm grip on it, sure he was going to be in for a rough ride.
L**e retrieved, Spencer didn’t seem willing to waste another second. Quickly slicking both Baxter’s hole and his c**k, he thrust deep inside Baxter’s body with only the bare minimum of preparation to ease his way.

Baxter je**ed against the bench, his own c**k rubbing against the rough fabric on the inside of his kilt with each movement. Spencer’s hands came to rest on his shoulders. He made no effort to gentle his touch or his thrusts. There would no doubt be bruises on his shoulders the next day. Sitting would almost certainly be out of the question.
Barely giving Baxter time to adjust to the deep pe*******on, Spencer rocked back and ploughed into him over and over again. Each movement set off fireworks inside Baxter’s prostate. The inside of his kilt caressed the tip of his c**k with a perfect, rough touch. Pleasure flew through Baxter’s veins as Spencer’s hips connected harshly with his s***ked arse.

In spite of all those things, it was his dominant’s or**sm that finally tipped Baxter over the edge. The sure and certain knowledge that his lover wanted him and that he had pleased Spencer in the most basic way he could, let Baxter fall into his own spiral of bliss.
He had no idea how long he lay over the bench gasping for breath as he slowly came down from his or**sm. He didn’t even try to move until Spencer pulled away and set about straightening up his own clothes. As he rose, Baxter’s kilt fell down and covered all the evidence of their encounter. He didn’t try to compose himself further or even brush the saw dust off his body.
Leaning tentatively back against the work bench, Baxter waited for the dominant to speak first.
“You should know better than to doubt me that way,” Spencer finally said.
Baxter glanced up and met his eyes. “I…”
“Do you really think I’m going to rush off to screw any pretty girl who smiles at me?” Spencer asked. “Is that how you think things are between us?”

The pain in his lover’s voice was so much more difficult to deal with than his anger. Baxter looked down at the floor, unable to think of a single thing to say.
“You don’t get to do that.” Spencer’s tone was very strange as he said the words.
Baxter frowned. “Spence?”
“You told me that once before,” the other man reminded him. “I love you, and you get to do a lot of things that I’d never let another man do—or any woman do either. But you don’t get to doubt how much I love you. You don’t get to doubt that I’ll be faithful to you. You don’t get to do that.”
Their eyes met and Spencer held his gaze for several seconds. Baxter had never seen his boyfriend look so serious.
Very slowly, Baxter nodded his understanding. He didn’t need to worry about those things with Spencer.

Spencer nodded too, as if agreeing to forgive him, just this once.
The tiny gestures seemed to settle something for them both, but as silence fell around them, Baxter didn’t know how to break it.
For a second, Spencer didn’t seem to know what to say either. The other man ran his eyes over Baxter’s body. For the first time that day, he didn’t try to hide how much he liked the view.
“Well, since you have already bought the skirt and everything, it would be a waste for you to go back to wearing trousers to work, wouldn’t it?” he said.

Baxter swallowed rapidly as their eyes met one more time. He knew that expression too. Unless he was very much mistaken, it was going to be a hell of a long time before Spencer granted him permission to wear trousers again.
When Spencer smiled, Baxter smiled back.

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