Spotlight Sunday: Lucian Bane

Meet Lucian Bane

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I’m a husband and author, and I may be a little religious about both. I like writing gritty sex and encapsulating it in the delicate, white silk of devotion, commitment, and possibly the psychotic obsession of lovers.

And I wouldn’t mind if I inspire people to this lost phenomenon with my scribblings.

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DOM WARS

BY LUCIAN BANE

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In Dom Wars, six teams will compete to win a million dollars and become the TOP DOM/DOMME and new face for Adult Toy Company-Gladiator Inc.

With six elimination rounds, each team is required to perform a list of sexual directives that demonstrate their Dom and Domme strengths. Highest scoring team advances to the next round.

Lucian Bane is paired up with Tara Reese. Not only is she the most sexually frigid woman he’s ever met, she’s a girl who’s never even been in the lifestyle and is merely playing a role to get the money–and for what? None of his damn business, according to her.

But she’s not the only one with the “need” to win the money. And so, his plan is simple–dominate and win. A challenge that’s turning out to be harder than he imagined when the woman is as stubborn as she is beautiful–and kick-ass strong. 

For Lucian, every bit of it calls to his own need and hunger to dominate, and he’s laying it all on the line for the win.

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“Let the games begin.”

 

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DOM WARS

BY LUCIAN BANE

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She gasped and pulled me down and kissed me. Fuck. Yes. I just needed to beg? I kissed her back, my hunger erupting like a volcano inside. “I need you.”

“Oh God, I’m sorry,” she cried in my mouth. “I didn’t know.” Her hands raked over my body, trails of flame reaching to my bones. “I was scared of you because I…”

I broke the kiss and looked at her, needing to know why she was scared.  Her face crimped and she let out a sob. “Because you made me feel again. Because I thought I’d never be able to. Because I never wanted to. You scared me so bad because of how much I wanted you and every time you looked at me, touched me, spoke to me, you took something from me that I knew I’d never get back. I was losing myself in you and I was scared.”

I dove on her mouth, devouring those words, her breath that held them, her cries that fueled them.

“I fucking love you.” I pressed my face against hers, my heart bursting with emotion.

“Make love to me,” she whispered, her fingers digging into my ass.

I shuddered hard at those words, those impossible words. Love. Blindsided by love. That’s what this beautiful fucking mess was in me.

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MERCY

 

***MERCY***

BY LUCIAN BANE

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SYNOPSIS

 

**WARNING****

There are memories and actual scenes in the story that could be triggers for those who have suffered abuse. I did my best to shelter the reader at the more abusive parts while bringing to life this story of darkness meeting mercy, (who is a woman named Mercy, in this story). So read with caution.

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As a sadomasochist, Sade just wants to get and give pain in manageable and somewhat legal doses.

 

All Mercy wants is to walk in her father’s footsteps–a man who sacrificed everything to save her from a life of abuse and suffering.

 

When Mercy finds an envelope on her doorstep leading her to Sade, the result is a collision of pain and mercy.

 

For Sade, Mercy’s kindness is dessert for his sadism, and her strength has his masochism hot and begging. Exploiting both for his own pleasure is his plan until he realizes that Mercy’s got her own love bites game. And playing it requires something he’s never had.

 

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SNIPPET

 

***MERCY***

BY LUCIAN BANE

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He got in her sobbing face now. “Because I can’t fuck—I. Can’t. Fuck! There! Now you heard it. I can’t keep my dick hard in the pussy of a woman, are you happy now? Are you going to let me practice on you, Mercy? No, I don’t think so, because you lock up when I’m within six inches of you, Miss Normal Sexuality. You wouldn’t know normal if it hit you right in your pretty pussy that drips down your fucking thighs for me. Just for me!”

He grabbed her face in both hands and kissed her with a brutal force. At feeling her perfect mouth turn to eager plump silk, the need to tear into all of her innocent softness—break her—tear her apart—right then and fucking there skyrocketed his adrenaline.

 

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***MERCY***

BY LUCIAN BANE

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Sade woke up and realized he couldn’t turn. He opened his eyes and gazed around. In his room. He looked right and narrowed his gaze in confusion. Why was he tied to the fucking bed? He moved his legs and found they were tied too. What—the fuck?

He yanked on the restraints and found them solid. “Mercy!” he yelled.

A few moments brought her running to the door with clothes in her arms. “You’re awake,” she sang, all sunshine and smiles.

“Why am I tied?”

She walked into the room and widened her eyes at him. “Because you’re a threat to my work.”

“Your work?”

“Yes. My helping you. I can’t help a dead man. And you seem hell bent on being that.”

“Un. Fucking. Tie me.”

She dumped the armful of clothes on the bed. “No can do.”

“Mercy.” She folded the clothes, not looking at him.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to get untied from here,” he began, “and when I do, I’ll put you where I am. Are you sure you want to do that?”

She shrugged. “Taking my chances. But I’m pretty good at restraining. Had plenty of training in that.”

“That a fact,” he said.

“It very much is.” Her words were sincere and light as she put clothes in his drawer.

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REGINALD BONES (NEW RELEASE)

 

REGINALD BONES

BY LUCIAN BANE

 

****BLURB****

 

Bones is hell-bent on hiding from the world.  Reginald is hell-bent on living in it.

 

Bones vowed to never talk to women again. Reginald is falling for the one that visits their graveyard.

 

The problem is, Reginald and Bones share the same body. And when Bones gives an inch to accommodate Reginald, his dark past returns to devour them whole.

 

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REGINALD BONES

BY LUCIAN BANE

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****SNIPPET****

Reginald and Bones didn’t come into the blessing of owning a graveyard right away. That doesn’t happen quickly or easily, Reginald imagined. At least not when it’s a family business. Everybody has death looming over their lives, but when it does so in the form of a business, it’s exceptionally morbid.

Reginald recalled Bones saying, “As a child, the notion of inheriting a graveyard had been a strange one.” And when Reginald came to be with Bones in adulthood, that notion had morphed into irony.

Then that fateful day happened, sooner rather than later. The death business knocked on life’s door and handed them the papers to five hundred and counting graves. Goodbye irony, hello terror. At least to Reginald. To Bones, you’d think they’d won the lottery. “What better place to spend the rest of our dead life?” Bones had reasoned.

Right. If you were content to have that, Reginald supposed.

It only took them five months to get adjusted. Reginald attributed the speedy success to Bones condition. His brain naturally gravitated to morbidity of various sorts, but Reginald respectfully never pried into those details, no matter how curious he got. And he did get very curious at times since Bones brought him there specifically to help him. With something. Bones had yet to divulge. Reginald only knew he had one main directive. Protect the world from Bones. Make Bones look normal. Hide Bones. It was like being called to an emergency without being told what the emergency was.

At first, it was strangely surreal being consciously aware that he was part of Bone’s psyche. He remembered just waking up in his mind one day. Reginald Bones was his name. Was their name. He was Reginald and Bones was Bones. They shared a body like twins joined at the hip, only they were joined from inside the mind. It was kind of like moving into another person’s apartment where you were told to make yourself at home, only you knew it never really would be.

But Bones was a gracious host and even though Reginald tried to keep the body sharing thing fair, Bones seemed to never have much use for it. The man seemed to have zero hobbies and zero need to do anything but keep the graves. Which he did with ten kinds of gusto.

“If you must know,” Bones said one day when Reginald pried for any sort of preferences. “I absolutely dig digging.” To this, Bones laughed and laughed. It didn’t take long for Reginald to learn that if he wanted him to crack a joke, he just needed to ask him to be serious about something. Anything. Became damn annoying pretty quickly.

But on the flip side, Reginald learned over time that while Bones didn’t have a desire to do much, he had plenty of desire to not do many things. Especially anything remotely connected to the opposite sex. It was Reginald’s first real clue to Bones’ problems.

“Are you telling me you don’t like women?” Reginald had asked.

“Exactly correct.”

“As in you don’t like the way they look?”

“Right.”

“But you’ll talk to them?”

“No.”

“Do you like anything at all about them?”

“Not a single thing.”

“You sound like you hate them,” Reginald said in disbelief.

“Yep.”

“You hate all women.”

“Every one of them.”

Reginald couldn’t believe that. “Even your mother?”

“Absolutely and especially,” he’d sang lightly. “Okay, maybe not as much.” Hope sparked inside of Reginald, only to be crushed with Bones’ cold, “Now that her dirty ass is at the bottom of this grave yard. And if you ever… bring me near a woman? I’ll fucking burn you.”

“You’ll burn me?”

“Yes.”

“As in… literally?” Reginald found this kind of funny.

“Yep.”

Reginald attempted it only once and learned Bones’ had most definitely meant it. They shared the same body for crying out loud, it made sense to assume he was bluffing. It turned out Bones did in fact have other hobbies besides digging graves and enduring pain and agony was one of them. A heady pleasure infused his every word as he burned them with a cigarette. “Oh, you think this is bad, Reggie?” he whispered as he casually sucked in a long drag then pressed the red tip into his inner thigh. “This is nothing little brother. Nothing at all compared to what could have happened.”

Reginald didn’t know then that he’d meant what could have happened to the woman.

Needless to say, any contact with the opposite sex was officially off of Reginald’s list of extracurricular activities. For a while, at least.

And then that day came. It would forever be known as the scorching hot summer of a record, fifty-five burials. Reginald was ready to escape the boring Bones prison or die trying. “Why am I even here?” was Reginald’s opening challenge. He’d planned it all out– question his existence and fight Bones for his freedom. He wasn’t sure how, or if it was even possible, but he was ready to do something besides nothing all the damn day.

“Don’t do this,” Bones huffed as he spread the dirt around the plot at his usual hundred mile an hour pace.  Bones tried to push Reginald out of his way and for the first time, he didn’t oblige him.

“Move, Reggie,” Bones muttered.

“No.”

“Reggie,” he whispered, finally pausing with his eyes closed.

Reginald felt the rage coming. “I don’t care what you do to me. I’m not living like this another day.”

“Like what!” Bones thundered.

“Like a prisoner!” Reginald yelled back, yanking the shovel from him and throwing it down. “I’m supposed to help you, this isn’t helping you.”

“You’re supposed to do just what you’re doing,” Bones said. “That’s all you’re here to do. Keep everything normal.”

“This isn’t normal! Did you make me like this?” Reginald asked, his own anger coming. “Did you put it in me to want to help you? Because that’s all I got, Bonesy, I got this burning need to help, and leaving you like a freak isn’t right, it’s not helping in the right way, and I won’t do it. I won’t, I promise you that.”

They stood in the silence, chest to chest, eye to eye, heaving in desperation.

And then Bones did it, he put a collar of irrefutable loyalty around Reginald’s heart with one, desperate whisper. “I need you.”

The sheer terror in his words was not from the man standing before him. He didn’t know who it belonged to, but he knew right then, that no matter how long it would take Reginald, he’d unravel what hid inside of Bones.

“Okay, Bonesy,” Reginald whispered back. “I’m here, I’m not leaving. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“Don’t leave, Reginald. Don’t leave.”

His words shook and Reginald fought to calm him. “I promise, I won’t leave.”

“I don’t want to do bad things, Reggie. I don’t want to.”

“Okay, hey, hey,” Reginald hurried, wishing Bones would just tell him everything. It would make it so much easier if he knew what he was dealing with. “I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me. Burn me all day and night, I don’t care, chop my hands off, whatever, you’re stuck.”

“I won’t hurt you Reggie,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I won’t hurt you again.”

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