I'm here commandeering Kaenar Langford's blog spot today after my novel release was moved forward at the last minute - thanks, Kaenar!
It seems as though, in a lot of crime fiction, BDSM has a pretty bad rep. A hard-boiled detective chases down a suspect and finds that, lo and behold, he’s guilty of murder – and has vast swathes of kinky porn on his computer. Naturally, it must have been the kinky porn that enticed him into thinking about murder, right? Along with playing violent videogames and watching violent movies – oh, and that awful rock music.
As a violent videogame/movie enthusiast, who loves a little rock music during her BDSM scenes: trust me. I’m not planning to snap and murder anyone. In fact, I’m more likely to take out any inner rage on the videogame bad guys than find someone real to shoot.
So, to bring this around to Dominance and Deception, my debut novel… When I wrote about my crime-fighting Dom, Detective Zach Pierce, I wanted to emphasise that you can be a good guy and still be kinky. Pierce puts criminals behind bars, then goes home with his forensic scientist, Faye Tate, and does many, many evil things to her… and she loves it!
So let’s cast aside our preconceptions that kinky people must harbour a terrible rage that will one day burst forth and leave a trail of bodies behind them. The kink community is actually one of the most rational, polite and friendly subcultures I’ve ever known – well, outside of certain scenes-in-progress, of course. ;) There are some times you really don’t want your Dom to be polite!
Allow me to introduce Zach and Faye in a little more detail:
“Try to get free.”
Obediently, Faye writhed on the bed, tugging at the handcuffs that restrained her wrists and the silk scarves I’d used to tie her ankles to the bedposts.
“Can’t, Sir,” she said, half smiling, half apprehensive, as if she was unsure whether the response would lead to reward or punishment. Hell, with Faye, the punishment usually was the reward.
I didn’t keep her in suspense. “Good.”
When I brought the riding crop up into her line of sight, her eyes widened and she bit her lip, a shiver of anticipation thrilling through her body. I paused for a second, giving her time to back out if she needed to, making no attempt to hide the way my eyes swept over every part of her.
“Are you ready?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes on the crop. Shaking a tendril of damp hair from her cheek before answering, she nodded, her words just barely whispered.
The way she submitted, unquestioning, to my authority made me want to throw aside the crop right then. I needed to be inside her, needed to hear her beg for release, needed to lose control completely. But not yet. The scene had yet to be played out.
Faye looked from the crop to my face, and from the slight upward quirk of her eyebrow I could tell she’d caught on to my train of thought.
“Or we could just…” she said softly, shifting seductively against the mattress.
Snapped back into my role, I stared her out until she stilled and broke eye contact.
A flicker of amusement remained in her voice as she conceded, “I’m sorry, Sir. I was outta line.”
“You’re damn right,” I said, and without warning cracked the crop down onto her breast, just below the nipple.
She yelled with combined pleasure and pain, attempting to suppress the grin on her face.
I paused to let the blow register, knowing she was hardly even trying to be properly submissive. Most of the time, she let it wash over her, sinking so far into the state that it took time for her to come back from it. Tonight she was in a playful mood of a completely different kind—cheerfully insolent and willing to take all the punishment I could meter out. I already knew she’d let me whip her until she was sore all over, then defy me for just a little longer, setting her tolerance for pain against my willingness to give it.
I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.
Faye looked down at the red mark rising on her flesh, then up at me. “That the best you can do, Sir?”
I raised the crop, never letting my pissed-off façade slip. “I haven’t even started—”
Faye’s phone rang, the unexpected sound disorientating us both. She groaned, scowling at the offending object as if it was sentient.
“Damn it! Not now!” She tugged expectantly at her handcuffs. “Okay, let me out of these.”
I stood there, impassive, and she rolled her eyes.
“Zach, seriously. Someone’s probably dead and we’ll have to go to work.”
Want more? Dominance and Deception is available now for just £3.49.