Showing posts with label Wicked Wednesday Excerpt. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Wicked Wednesday: Negotiation Scene in Nobody's Angel



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. 

The Wikipedia entry on "Negotiation" states:

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:



 







Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Wicked Wednesday Excerpt from 'The Breaker's Concubine' by Ann Mayburn



Prince Devnar of Jensia is goaded into raiding the wrong space ship, springing a trap that captures him for use as a Royal pleasure slave, a Concubine, on Kyrimia. He vows  to do everything he can to escape and keep from forming a psychic bond with his captors that would render him absolutely and totally in love. This proves difficult to do when  the female Breaker assigned to turn him into a Concubine, Melania, is the epitome of his perfect woman.
  Melania has been raised and trained to help reluctant and abused Novices to break through their personal blocks and attain the ultimate prize of becoming a Concubine.  When she is given Devnar to train, she finds herself in danger of doing the forbidden and falling in love with her Novice. This angry, scarred, and utterly seductive male tests  her self-control like no other.
  Devnar and Melania find themselves at the heart of a galaxy wide political battle that will test a love that they must not acknowledge, and cannot live without, to its very limits.


In this excerpt Devnar is having his first battle of wills with Melania...and failing miserably.

“You are mine to play with,” Melania whispered against Devnar's chest, her lips trailing over his skin. “I will give you pleasure like you never imagined. All I ask in return is your complete obedience. Let yourself go; let me make the decisions. The only thing I want you to do is feel.”

He clenched his hands into fists and jerked at the magnetic restraints holding him to the wall before he gave her a glare that had reduced grown men to tears. Instead of being scared, she licked her lower lip in a gesture that left it soft and wet. Just like he imagined her pussy was, trapped beneath her leathers.

He turned his head to the side; he refused to give her the satisfaction of watching what her touch did to him. It felt damned good. He never would have anticipated those small hunks of metal in his nipples could bring him so much pleasure. “I belong to no one.”

The soft breath of her laughter moved to the sensitive skin on the side of his ribs. “You’re mine until I say otherwise.” She punctuated her words with a sharp tug on his nipple.

“Bitch,” he whispered. Her leather-clad hips brushed his erection, and he shook with the need to press into her.

“I can taste your desire,” she said in her husky voice. “It’s like candy on my tongue.”

Her mouth latched on to his nipple, playing with the ring and breaking his self-control. Even as he thrust against her, he cursed himself for his weakness. The tip of her clever tongue soothed his aching flesh, and he strained against his bonds.

She pulled back, and he instantly missed her lips on him. “Look at me.”

Spice and musk radiated from her now. She was so ready for him. He bet the crotch of her leather suit was soaked with her juices. It really irritated him that on the outside, she could appear so calm and poised. Deliberately he turned his head away from her and stared at the floral arrangement at the other side of the room.

Laughter greeted his defiance and angered him further. With a husky purr, she closed her hand around his cock and gave it a hard squeeze. “Look at me.”

He somehow managed to keep his head turned even as his erection thrust into her palm. Soft as silk, her skin brought all the nerves in his prick to life. Slowly she stroked him in silence until his sac drew tight and his body slammed into her small fist. Goddess, he wanted to bend her over and fuck her in the worst way.

Her hand moved away, leaving him straining against the air as his cock ached for release.

“Look at me.”

The deep throb in his balls tormented him almost as much as her scent. “No.”

“Devnar,” she murmured and pressed her body fully against his. “I’m not doing this to torment you. I’m doing this to free you of yourself.”

“You’re doing this because it excites you,” he spat out and turned to look at her as she jumped back from him. “You said you can taste my desire? Well, I can smell your hot cunt from across the room.”

She gaped at him, a faint blush staining her pale cheeks. It was the first real expression he had ever seen from her.

“That’s right. I can smell how much you want me.” He rolled his hips, and her gaze darted to his cock before flashing back up to his face.

“I must have spilled some of the aphrodisiac.” She squared her shoulders and tried to regain her footing.

Satisfaction quirked his lips into a smile as she attempted to lie to herself. The other trainers hadn’t hidden their arousal from him, but then again, they hadn’t been breakers. He had no idea why the thought of being aroused by him embarrassed her, but he would try to exploit what he perceived to be a weakness. She certainly hadn’t been self-conscious when she’d suckled his nipples and made his prick want to explode.

“I’m looking at you,” he taunted. “Why don’t you come over here and finish what you started.” Her nostrils flared, and he laughed. “Imagine how good I would taste if you could actually make me come.”

This broke her indecision, and she grabbed his aching cock hard in her fist. “You will come when I say you will.”

Not responding to her threat, he rocked his erection in and out of her fist. This was going so wrong so fast, but he was helpless to stop. She remained frozen before him, watching his cock shuttle through her slender fingers, unable to fully grip his girth. So beautiful. He wanted to bury his hands in that amazing long hair and come all over her face.

She took a deep breath and loosened her grip so only the barest friction was there. He growled deep in his throat and ordered, “Finish me.”

“Beg for it,” she replied and held his gaze.

“Fuck you,” he said and then groaned as her touch turned featherlight. He followed her hand as she removed it from his aching cock and slowly licked her palm. The shocking pink of her tongue had him sucking in his breath. When her slick palm stroked him, he threw his head back and tried to pull the magnets holding his wrists out of the wall. Faster now, she played with his prick with a deft touch that left him panting and sweating. Even the pleasure slaves they had used on him hadn’t known how to work his body like this little female did.

She’d bring him to the edge, then pull back and leave him one good jerk away from coming. His balls really did ache now, and he wanted nothing more than to empty himself all over her. To mark her with his scent and make her his. That thought should have alarmed him, but he was past caring. All his attention focused on the female and what she was doing to his body.

“Suck me, and I’ll beg.” There, it wasn’t quite begging. In fact he was making her do something. Yeah, right.

Her breath came out in a soft rush. “Beg me.”

He couldn’t give in, he couldn’t let her—those thoughts shattered as her other incredibly soft hand stroked his sac. “Please.”

“Not good enough.”

Gritting his teeth, he shook a drop of sweat out of his eye. His whole body gleamed with a mixture of sweat and oil as his cock throbbed in pain. “Please, Melania. Please make me come. Let me empty myself down that pretty throat.”


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Thanks!

Ann