Welcome to another Wicked Wednesday with an exclusive excerpt from debut
author Kallypso Masters, who shares a glimpse into how she works the art
of negotiation into her more realistic BDSM romances.
One
of the most important tools in a BDSM couple's repertoire--and
sometimes the sexiest--is the art of negotiation. Maybe that's because
the hottest sex organ is the brain, but it's not easy for everyone to
talk about sex, fantasies, wants, needs, desires, limits--especially
when they think their fantasies are a bit kinkier than their partner
will accept or will want to try.
Listening
without judging is a great way to encourage a partner to discuss what
she or he wants to try. A little humor (if you aren't laughing AT
someone, but just teasing a bit to coax more out of them) can help, as
well.
In the BDSM community, negotiation is a form of communication
where participants make arrangements on each others' requirements,
responsibilities, and limits to find the best possible agreement.
Activity within BDSM relationships requires trust, openness about
most practices that may include risks. On the other hand, partners have
certain needs which should be clearly defined in order to be properly
satisfied. In this regard, negotiation is essential part not only when
parties were not familiar with each other but also in case when partners
have long-term relationships. [Much more information at this site on Negotiation.]
I
love writing negotiation scenes in my BDSM erotic romances more than
the sex scenes sometimes (even though I am told I write really hot,
tender sex scenes, as well). But I'm all about writing the emotions of
the relationship and sometimes it's much harder to bare your innermost
needs and desires than it is to bare your body. (In fact, the scene
excerpted below takes place several orgasms into the story Nobody's Angel.
You see, negotiation doesn't end with one or two conversations at the
beginning of the relationship or scene. It's also good to talk about the
scene afterward to determine what worked, didn't work, and how the
couple might want to try things the next time.)
When
a couple (or multiples) bring humor to the bedroom (or wherever they
happen to be having their negotiations), it's just the cherry on top, in
my opinion. I'm fascinated listening in on these conversations and
seeing how they begin to get to know each other, find out what excites
them about each other, learn what they'd like to try--or not
try--sexually, and so on.
Excerpt Setup:
Sweet, overprotected Angelina has had a bad experience with BDSM where
her trust was shattered and her safe word ignored, so Marc D'Alessio, at
whose BDSM club the incident occurred, is trying to show her she
shouldn't ignore her sexually submissive side. She just needs to find a
responsible Dom who will earn her trust and treat her as she should have
been treated. (Of course, he isn't interested in anything long-time.
This is the former "Master Marco," after all, who looks at women as
being laid out on his own private smorgasbord.) But for this one night,
he has agreed to be Angelina's Dom to show her how BDSM can be with the
right Dom/Top.
In
this scene, Angelina
reveals both a hard limit, as well as something she would like to
experience that she witnessed at the Masters at Arms club before her
abusive Dom shattered her trust and killed her fledgling interest in
BDSM. As it
turns out, Marc, her Dom for the night, is very happy to hear that's a
limit, one he shares (even though he's still in denial about their
relationship going beyond this night). She does not know that Marc was
the Dungeon
Monitor Supervisor who rescued her at the club or that he co-owners the
club.
Excerpt from a Negotiation Scene from
Nobody's Angel (Rescue Me, Book #2)
Angelina’s heart thudded against her chest. What had
possessed her to tell him something like that?
“Oh, cara. I can’t
tell you how sorry I am that happened to you.” He held her tightly, placing his
chin on the top of her head and enveloping her in his strength and warmth.
“Let’s put that fantasy and bad memory on the back burner
for now. Tell me about another fantasy. One you haven’t experienced yet.
Perhaps something you’ve read about…or even seen.”
“Um, there was this one time when…I was at a private club in
Denver.”
“What kind of private club?”
Oh, she didn’t want to admit she’d gone to a kink club. “Um,
one where adults…couples mostly…do...things to each other.”
“Just what kinds of things do they do?” She could have sworn
by his voice he was smiling, but didn’t want to pull away from his comforting
arms to confirm her suspicions. Just what did he find so funny?
She sighed. “Well, pretty much anything you can imagine.”
“I can imagine a lot, pet.”
Oh, damn it all, apparently the man had never been inside
one before. He was going to think she was a slut, but obviously, she was going
to have to tell him now. He was like a dog with a bone. “Promise you won’t
think badly of me?”
“It’s rather difficult for me to promise when I don’t know
what you’ve done yet.”
Well, what did she expect, unconditional love from a near
stranger? One who happened to be cuddling her on his lap on the edge of her
bed? Oh, Nonna. I hope you aren’t
watching! Angelina decided to just spit it out.
“I…We were…in a kink club.” She held her breath and steeled
herself.
“Ahhh, I see. What was it like?”
He certainly didn’t seem to be judging her. But he wanted
her to talk about it? Oh, God. This just got worse and worse on the
embarrassment scale.
“I didn’t see much.”
She realized she’d unbuttoned his shirt and her fingers
played idly with the springy chest hairs in the vee of his shirt. She didn’t
want him to think she’d gone to a sleazy one, though. “It seemed like a nice
place. Karla, she was the club’s singer, was very kind to me after…well, later.
She brought me home. And the club’s owner, Master Adam, was very nice, too.”
His hand stopped stroking her hair. “Were there any other
nice people you met there?”
“No. Mostly I just watched.”
After a moment, his hand began stroking her again, but she
felt tenseness in his body. Maybe he was judging her.
“What did you see?”
“There were several couples in the great room who were
engaging in different…activities.”
“Which activities interested you?”
Her mind returned to the main room of the club where one of
the Doms had caught her attention while Allen was filling out guest papers on
her. The Dom wore a Harley-Davidson jacket with the tail of a dragon tattoo
curled around his bicep, the rest of the mythical creature disappearing under
the vest. Very lethal looking—both the dragon and the man, who held a coiled
whip against his leather-clad thigh.
“There was a Dom with a whip.” She felt Marc’s body tense
even more, but wasn’t sure if it was the mention of the Dom or the whip that
bothered him. Well, he asked, so she was going to tell him what she liked.
“Kneeling before him was a blonde woman who looked up at him adoringly, waiting
for him to do…well, whatever he wanted to do, I suppose.” The man had a whip,
for Christ’s sake!
“Did the whip excite you?”
She pulled out of his arms, bumping his chin against her
head in her haste to get away, but she wasn’t going to let him get the notion
she was into whips. “God, no! Don’t even go there!”
He relaxed visibly and smiled. “Duly noted, gattina.”
Angelina felt the tension leave her, as well, and took a
deep breath, releasing it slowly. He seemed as relieved as she was, although
she had no idea why.
“So, tell me what it was about the Dom/sub that interested
you so much.”
She blushed. It was pretty lame as far as fantasies went,
but she’d been so turned on by the two. “He put his middle finger deep into her
mouth and, with the other fingers and the thumb of his hand, he…I guess you’d
say caged her chin, forcing her mouth open.” Angelina felt herself getting wet
just remembering. She shrugged and smiled.
“Do you know what it was about the scene that excited you?”
She shook her head. “I’m not sure. It just did.”
She lowered her gaze to his bare chest where her fingers
were buried in the light sprinkling of his black chest hairs. She liked
touching him. He waited, expecting more of an answer, she supposed.
“The woman’s expression was…well, she looked up at him with
such, I don’t know the word—adoration maybe? Devotion? Trust?” She swallowed.
“Or maybe it was the way he took control of her mouth like that. Of her.” She
shivered. “I don’t know, but it blew me away.”
Marc’s gaze went to her mouth and Angelina’s clit throbbed
in response as if he’d taken control of her mouth the way the tatted Dom had
done with the blonde at the club. She squirmed on his lap. Her gaze locked on
his mouth. She wanted him to kiss her again, only rougher than he’d kissed her
last night.
Kallypso
Masters' first two books in the Rescue Me series are available at
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, All Romance e-Books, Kobo, and
coming soon to BookStrand. You can
find Kally online at:
I was in a BDSM forum the other day a sub asked a question that should have surprised me, sadly it didn't. Does a Dom need to ask a subs permission to play with them? The question rang true for me after a recent incident I experienced where a Dom assumed I would be his play partner because I'm now a single submissive. The conversation I was engaged in ended like this.
