A Dom’s Decision Tour Stop!


 

When is a Dom
not a Dom? When it stops him from being with the man he loves…
Athol Donaldson lost many people in his life, his lover, his family, his twin. The latter loss seems hardly worth morning over. Affric caused nothing but trouble when alive, and now, he seems intent on causing trouble from beyond the grave.
 
It forces Athol to seek out the one man he’s never forgotten.
Eden Murdoch has no intention of letting Athol slip through his fingers again. He’s lost him once, and as they’re forced to pull together to unravel the mystery surrounding the parentage of a teenage girl, their love for each other blossoms.
 
Surely, being Doms doesn’t mean they can’t compromise? Will they be able to work out their differences, and find lasting happiness, or will this blast from the past prove to be their final undoing?
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20826572-a-dom-s-decision---athol-s-story
Ms. McAllan has done it again with the second installment in her Dommissimma series. This time around we get the pleasure of reading Athol’s story. Athol played a major role in the first book of the series, Master, and I was thrilled
to learn that A Dom’s Decision was about him, as I absolutely fell in love with him, in a non-fluid exchanging way. Despite already knowing Athol, it was quite interesting to see the different facets of his personality that emerged when he had to seek out Edan, who turns out to still be as affected by Athol as Athol is by him despite their years apart … gotta love chemistry.
In Master, it was made clear that Athol is gay; yet we learn that while at uni, he and Edan were involved in a ménage relationship with a female, Sina. While interesting, even more so is the fact that we discover that Athol had an
identical twin who was apparently as lazy and worthless as Athol was hardworking and accomplished. These new tidbits of information are the catalyst for a series of events that are ultimately responsible for Athol and Edan’s reunion. As if their second chance for happiness aren’t enough for the book, Ms. McAllan weaves a tale full of deception, intrigue, cryptic messages, and hot M/M sex that kept me entertained from beginning to end … and oh what an ending it was.
A Dom’s Decision is a great addition to the Dommissimma series and I am thankful that it included an update on Caden and Anna. I am looking forward to Ms. McAllan’s next book in the series (I’m hoping for Linsey’s story next).
Athol couldn’t believe the rush of adrenalin that coursed through him. Every nerve end tingled. To know they just might be getting somewhere was so exhilarating, that one swipe of Edan’s tongue anywhere on his body would make him come. Slight exaggeration, but not much. He swallowed and cleared his throat.
“Well we could do, but then seeing as I came up with the idea, do you want to go first?”
“Fuck first—talk later?” Edan smiled. “Sounds good. So strip. Stretch out on the bed and let’s explore again.”
That was jumping in with a vengeance. Was revisiting your first lover like riding a bicycle? Once done never forgotten? He’d soon find out.
Athol decided it felt strange to have Edan watching him as he undid his zipper and stroked it carefully down the sensitive skin of his prick. Edan’s gaze was so intense, Athol’s hands shook, as he held the metal away from his body. Foreskin in zip teeth wasn’t a good omen.
“You going to reciprocate?” Athol asked as he inched his jeans and boxers over his cock. The head glistened with pre cum, and Edan’s indrawn breath, told him more than words that the sight excited both of them.
“Who’s the, ah fuck it, lets just both ask and receive, eh?” Edan toed off his shoes and undid his belt buckle in a hurry. “Last one naked loses the next decision.”
Athol laughed as his shoes caught in his jeans as he tried to remove the clothes and not the footwear. It wasn’t possible, so with a quick check of where Edan stood, he grinned and pushed Edan. Edan whooped and fell onto the bed with his denims around his ankles. He waved his legs in the air.
“Cheat.”
“Yeah.” Athol jumped and landed on the bed next to Edan. He rolled over and grabbed Edan to hold him close, and thrust his tongue in between Edan’s parted lips.
This kiss was different. As Edan’s male, musky, scent surrounded him Athol knew tears were close. He’d missed this man as if a limb had been severed. His man his other half, was finally here with him.
But for how long? Athol pushed the thought away and concentrated on using his tongue to touch the
inside of Edan’s lips, and then stroke over the roof of Edan’s mouth.
 Edan responded in an equally aggressive manner. His teeth grazed Athol’s tongue and his lips sucked the flesh. Athol scrabbled for the waistband of Edan’s half removed denims and shoved for all his worth, to get them away from Edan’s body. In the back of his mind, he noticed Edan performed the same act with his, Athol’s, jeans. How they managed without unlocking their lips Athol had no idea, and didn’t care. All he desired was Edan naked and next to him.
Edan moved back, and the tiny few inches felt like the Grand Canyon with a force-eight gale to Athol.
“Shit, Ede, I need to feel you somehow. Make your mind up, for fuck’s sake. What’s going to happen next?” With a tremendous effort, Athol managed to shuck his shoes and jeans, thankful for the urge he’d had to go commando that morning.
“Bratty Dom.” Edan gasped the words as his fingers fumbled with the hem of Athol’s T-shirt. “Fuck, what’s this stuck on?” He held Athol’s T-shirt away from his torso.
“Hold on.” Athol inched the material up and over his nipples. Edan’s moan sent his cock into overdrive and his heart thudding. “Ah, you like?”
“Oh, I like.” Edan ran his finger over the silver ring through Athol’s right nipple. “How long have you had this?” He dipped his head and Athol about exploded as Edan circled the ring with his tongue and then tugged gently on it.
“Sh … er god, three, four, ah fuck, enough already. Let’s do more. Condoms?”
“Con … Fuck, shit, and bollocks.” Edan rolled onto his back and groaned.  His dick stood up long, hard and slicked with his pre-cum. “No, I’ve been celibate for so long they’d have shriveled up. You?”
Athol echoed the groan, and laughed softly. What he really wanted to do was cry and rail. Talk about serendipity—not. Was this his punishment for what happened all those years ago? Why on earth would he have thought he’d need rubbers? He’d been more concerned he might need a box to protect himself from a kick or a punch. “Don’t talk daft. I’d forgotten what one looks like. Shit. Ah, well. Sixty-nine always was my favorite number. We’re clean, and I trust you.”
“And back.” Edan shuffled round until his head nestled so close to Athol’s cock Athol could feel his breath as it fanned over his heated skin. Athol grabbed Edan’s ass and pulled him closer so he could put his lips on Edan’s prick and give tiny little kisses along the length until he laved the head. With a mental sigh of pleasure, Athol pulled Edan’s cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. He enjoyed the salty taste, inhaled the musky male scent, and reveled in the moans and sighs Edan made.
A tug on his own cock sent his heat beat racing, and his skin pricked with arousal. He closed his eyes to let himself sink deeper into those beautiful sensations. It was nigh on impossible to groan with pleasure with a mouth full of wet cock, but Athol knew his shudder of pleasure reverberated into Edan. He nuzzled his head further into Edan’s groin and grasped his ass even tighter. Edan reciprocated and together they began the nips and sucks of loving each other.
It wouldn’t last long. He wouldn’t last long. Athol had no illusions that he wouldn’t be able to stave his climax off. Nor did he want to. The climbing emotion, the increasing heat, the shuddering, juddering emotions, and taut skin, embraced him, and he let them flow through him.
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)

Caden McCourt did not expect to find his estranged wife Diana at a BDSM club. When he does, the renowned Master is determined to claim back his errant wife.

When Diana left him fifteen years prior, she lost a part of herself. Seeing Cade again throws her into a tail spin.

She cannot be the sub he needs, but she can’t walk away either. When she’s challenged by Cade to face her demons, her her old nightmares resurface. Can they overcome the chasm between them, or are the nightmares simply too strong?

BDSM, flogging

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18042560-master
I am impressed. I have read my fair share of BDSM books and do not recall one that deals so well with the need for communication between a Dom and his sub as Master does. Most cautionary tales that revolve around the BDSM lifestyle tend to focus on its misuse by people who use the title of Dom as an excuse or justification to be physically abusive to their partner. That is not the cautionary tale Ms. McAllan shares with us, but this one is just as important.
In Master, we witness the breakdown of the Caden and Diana’s marriage and D/s relationship when they fail to communicate with one another. While some readers may place a large portion of the blame on Diana for not telling him that she was unhappy and why, communication is a two-way street and Caden is just as responsible for not “listening” to her unspoken cues, especially the body language that Dom’s should be so attuned to. I appreciated how the author opens the book with Caden’s discovery of the breakdown of their relationship and then jumps ahead 15 years to the present; she provides us with enough background for the story without delving into unnecessary details and then transitions smoothly to the heart of the book – whether or not Anna (as Diana is now known) and Cade have a second chance at finding love and happiness with one another. There are plenty of ups and downs as the two navigate their lives and relationship, not to mention a couple of curves thrown in to keep it interesting. Despite it being a BDSM book, there was very little sex (as it was not the focus of the book), but what there was, was hot.
Ms. McAllan has produced a well-written novel with a great cast of characters – seriously, Cade and Anna have some great friends. I thoroughly enjoyed Master and am looking forward to reading Athol’s story in the next book in the
Dommissimma series.