Tagged: male domination

A Very Demon Christmas
Evanne Lorraine
LooseId [link to buy]

Rating: 4 out of 5 paddles

Demons who are Dom? Demons running an exclusive BDSM club? How is this not flaming hot? This short steamy story enflamed my arousal. Holly is a quiet woman who receives a present to go to the BDSM club, La Ceinture Noire, for Christmas. Now, Holly doesn’t know anything about demons or even that they exist. All she knows is that her neighbor, Colin, is the rudest and anti-social man. She’s tried various ways to be neighborly which he’s rebuffed sharply each time.

Holly fantasizes about kinky sex, yet her mild vanilla life so far keeps her safe. Debating with herself, she summons courage and uses her Christmas gift. La Ceinture Noire is all she’s hope for and more. Her daring plan was to be auctioned off as a sex slave. Before this could happen, she’s whisked away by a very sex Dom. The bondage scene was HOT! Unable to see her Dom, she has to rely on his silky voice.

The story contains some great BDSM scenes as well as a demon world, hidden from the humans. The way the demons bond as mates reminds me of JR Ward’s Brotherhood series in a roundabout way. Basically, the men mate for life and these demon males are “brothers” fight the rogue demons. That is where the similar ends. I would have liked to learn more about these demons. They seem to have many various ones, similar to Kelly Armstrong’s Otherworld series. I’d like to learn more about the demons. Back to the characters – Colin is a solitary male since he isn’t exactly accept in either world fully. When he falls for Holly, a human, he’s distraught and behaves like a typical man – foolishly. It was kind of endearing watching a big tough guy lose it over a tiny female. Both Colin and Holly were appealing and engaging characters. The one character I want to learn more about is Duec who is part of the council of demon lords. I shiver thinking about how dominant he could be and what powers he may possess. I hope the series will have one book devoted to him. I recommend this fast read to BDSM readers who enjoy a bit of paranormal demon action.

Reviewed by Book Addict

Marked For Surrender
Jennifer Leland
LooseId [link to buy]

Rating: 4 out of 5 paddles

Mistress Ball Breaker is quite the intimidating title. With a title like this, one could assume this femdom BDSM story is going to be nasty and cruel. That person would be wrong. In Marked for Surrender, Andia’s reputation precedes her. Her family history marks her as a woman on a vengeance for anyone who is a traitor to their world. Starting out as an 18 year old Domme in a world which looks down upon Dommes and male subs, Andia isolates herself on a planet and away from politics. Her job is to punish those who betray their world. A couple of decades later and thousands of successfully broken male dominants, the council sends her two men who are questionable in their traitorous acts. Zevon and Christophe are accused of working with the Blueshift Brotherhood. This is an enemy of their state. As punishment, they are sent to Andia to be broken into submissive men.

The Nyral world is interesting because while it espouses the BDSM tenets, it only focuses on maledom with only the combination of M/f. Femdom in any form is looked down upon. Male subs are an aberration. What used to be a balanced world with total power exchange was being corrupted by the Blueshift Brotherhood. Innocents and those blackmailed into treachery are the collateral damage. Andia in her self-imposed isolation is clueless and caught off guard. Andia seeks to understand Zevon and Christophe instead of breaking them. This is her strength, to use men’s vices against them. Zevon flips her world around because he brings forth her suppressed desires and needs. Christophe’s innate submissiveness appeals to her desire for a true power exchange given from free will. While this unlikely trio discovers their sexual compatibility, assassins are targeting them for death.

While this storyline included betrayals, treachery and mystery, my delight was in the interaction between the three main characters. Each of them possessed a need that another one could meet. This true triad relationship with Andia as the main dominant propelled me into BDSM orbit. I loved her ability to dole out pain to Zevon while using D/s techniques on Christophe. Several of the BDSM scenes I read several times over before I pounced on my husband. Ms. Leeland creates a complex relationship where there are ups and downs. There are misunderstandings and still, these three work it out. By the time I’ve reached the end of the story, I’m worn out. The pain and persecution the three go through cements their bonds yet leaves them wary and confrontational. I’m wondering if Ms. Leeland will provide a happily ever after where these three heroes can rest and call a place their home. I am not disappointed; Ms. Leeland concludes this story with a happily ever after with a hint of a follow up book. I recommend this book to sci-fi BDSM readers who enjoy femdom, SM and delicious male subs.


Reviewed by Book Addict

Scarlet Blackwell
Silver Publishing [link to buy]

Rating: 3 out of 5 Paddles

It’s Christmas Eve in late-Victorian London. Dorian was once a gentleman of means, but now he’s alone and will soon have to sell his house in Chelsea. An unrequited crush on his houseboy landed him in jail. He managed to bribe his way out of prison, but he’s been disowned by his family and abandoned by all his friends. Dorian is strolling the streets of Whitechapel, looking for company despite the risk of the Ripper, when Benedict steps forward to offer his services.

Benedict is a young male prostitute, a “Mary Ann” in the language of the time, and Dorian is quite taken with him. Despite the risk, Dorian decides to take Benedict home, rather than just getting off in some darkened doorway. Back in Chelsea, Dorian takes Benedict twice in the drawing room, and it’s obvious Benedict is not “gay for pay” to use the modern expression. He genuinely prefers the company of men, and likes nothing more than having another man deep inside him. Dorian is so enthralled he asks Benedict to stay the night, and the following Christmas Day. Benedict readily agrees and they retire to the bedroom.

The kink in Solace is pretty mild, just some light bondage and a little spanking, but then this is a really short novella. In print it’s just around 40 pages. I’m generally not a big fan of these shorts, which are all the rage now that ebooks rule. All too often it seems like the author or publisher has taken a good idea and pushed it out too soon, leaving the characters one-dimensional and the plot full of holes. But Solace is complete, with a proper beginning, middle and end. It’s short, but it is what it is, which is why I’ve given it a solid 3 out of 5.

Reviewed by Michael Joseph

Recipe for Submission
Sindra Van Yssel
Ellora’s Cave [link to buy]

Rating: 2 out of 5 paddles

Kyra is an author who’s writing about BDSM so she decides to go to a local BDSM club for research. Plots similar to this one, where a total innocent but ultimately submissive girl wanders into a club, are pretty common. However, I am always looking for new authors to put their own style into the story. I did find a new twist in this story, but unfortunately, it wasn’t a good one.

See, Kyra thinks that all Doms are sadists and that all sadists are psychotic abusers. She also thinks submissives are all meek, battered women with mental issues. This is the extent of her knowledge about BDSM, gleaned from a newspaper clipping months ago, and why she decided to make the villain of her book a Dom. Because her book is missing that extra something, she visits the club where she is a little surprised to see submissives and Doms who appear sane and even nice.

There she meets Drew, who is an experienced Dom with a catch-and-release approach to his submissives. He teaches her about BDSM, which is the high point of the book. He talks to her about pain play and switches, etc. Kyra says to him, “You’re trying to convince me that I shouldn’t make the Dom the villain.” And Drew responds, “No. I’m trying to convince you that the villain isn’t really a Dom.”

Their relationship progresses from there in a pretty straight-forward manner. They both have their hesitation, her prejudice about BDSM and his prejudice against commitment, but those barriers come down fairly quickly as this is a short novella.

Unfortunately I could never get past the premise of the book. Kyra was extremely unlikable in my opinion. Not only is she extremely prejudices against BDSM but we see her make snap judgments, often negative ones, based on looks all throughout the book. Her character arc in the book is to learn that BDSM is not inherently evil, and she does that, but she remains the same shallow person who would judge and condemn someone for something she doesn’t understand.

Also, we are told that she is a writer devoted to research that she once picked up and lived in London for a month just to assimilate the details. And yet when she goes to the BDSM club she knows nothing at all about the life, not even counting her prejudices, but not even the terms “vanilla” or “slave” or any of the equipment, etc. I am left to believe that she is only a diligent researcher in her mind.

Reviewed by Cleo Patra

Handcuffs and Roses
Laura Hammond
Sizzler Editions [link to buy]

Rating: 3 out of 5 Paddles

Lisa Mayne is a beautiful cop with psychic abilities. Rather than being pushed into cold cases, her boss makes use of her ability. This is surprising and a change for me when it comes to how psychics are treated by law enforcement agencies. It does help that her boss is a family friend and father figure. The latest case Lisa is placed on comes with a new partner, James McGuinn. James is a pretty boy who has anger management issues, to put it kindly.

I like James. He’s dominating and not by the book. His bending of rules helps him with the new division he’s joining since they are known for some leniency when it comes to the rights of criminals. Read this as, criminals possess very little rights in their eyes and sometimes the criminal may accidentally run into a door or fall downstairs when being interrogated. In this story, there are vile and vicious criminals. This story is more a murder mystery than a BDSM book. The BDSM element only helped make the story erotic and hot.

While I’m mixed about the combing BDSM play at work where there can be serious repercussions, I have to admit it made the scenes hotter for me. The fact that James is a caring Dom who researched Lisa’s preferences with her old Dom speaks loudly to me. He is trying to build a relationship. It isn’t just a sexually kink for the two of them to get off and forget. The fact that they can have a 24/7 D/s relationship because they work together is almost too good to be true and pretty hot. I’ve fantasized about this before and Ms. Hammond does a good job of balancing the work and play. I recommend this fast read to BDSM lovers who fantasize about a strong cop in uniform being a big bad Dom.

Reviewed by Book Addict

Kallypso Masters debuted her BDSM club Rescue Me series in August with Masters at Arms, a unique 58,000-word erotic-romance series introduction that begins with three prequels that seem separate until the three men begin to come together in the months before they deploy to Iraq, where an unbreakable bond will be formed. (See Smashwords coupon code and link below for a free copy through Dec. 31).

The series sets the reader on a journey where they meet the heroes of the next three novels in the series—Marc, Adam, and Damián (in the order their books will be published). Marc’s romance has begun with Nobody’s Angel. Adam’s begins later this month, and Damián’s tentatively in April 2012. All but Marc meet their future heroines within this book, as well (but must be patient for their happy endings).

The man on the cover of Masters at Arms and Nobody’s Hero (Rescue Me #3), to be released Dec. 31) is Adam Montague, a retired Marine master sergeant, widower, and quite the master of the ropes. He loves performing and teaching the art of Shibari and in the still-being-edited scene below from Nobody’s Hero, he engages in some sensual “foreplay” as he prepares his new slave, Karla, for their upcoming rope suspension scene.

Special thanks to rope master TOYMAKER on FetLife for his input on this scene, teaching me to draw out the “foreplay” to help build the anticipation and excitement, and for suggesting he “flog” her with the rope before binding her with he. He also provided much more detail in the completed scene (which was about 20 manuscript double-spaced pages long, excluding aftercare!) as the scene progresses in the book.

Excerpt from NOBODY’S HERO:

“Clasp your hands behind your lower back, just above your ass.”

The abrupt command sent her erotic nerve-endings back on full alert. She straightened her back yet again and did his bidding.

He released her and picked up a red-dyed bundle of rope, unwrapping it and finding the ends. She lifted her butt off her heels and knelt taller for him, her breasts jutting out, erect and proud. She watched in the mirror as he shook out the strands of red rope, preparing for the binding to begin, she thought.

Instead, he took the strands, threading them between his fingers, and rubbed the cold rope and his warm hands over her bare breasts. The sensual feel of the rope, along with the pressure of his hands, elicited a moan from deep within her throat. This was so different from the demonstration at Marc’s house. For one, her breasts were bare this time. But he seemed to be spending so much more time preparing her.

“That’s right, kitten. Embrace the rope.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered. Her heartbeat fluttered. Waiting. Wanting. Needing.

“Breathe, baby.” Master Adam’s voice reminded her of the need for oxygen. She took a deep, relaxing breath. He continued to rub the rope over her breasts, abdomen, mons, even pressing it against her thong-covered clit and pussy, causing a delicious friction there that sent heat radiating throughout her body. Her breath hitched as her nipples became even more engorged. The rope and his hands moved up her arms leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their path. She fought to maintain her kneeling position, but the sensory overload left her wanting to puddle at his feet.

“Breathe, kitten.”

She did as he commanded. His hands returned the rope to her breasts and her breath caught when he brushed the rope across her sensitive nipples. No longer able to fight gravity, she sagged against him, her head lolling to the side. His body surrounded her and enfolded her. His lips kissed the curve of her neck, then nipped at the flesh there. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and panted. Now. She wanted him to touch her now.


How could she do anything else?

He rose and she planted her butt against her heels for support. She watched the rope dance in his hands as he prepared it for the binding to come. Her eyelids drifted shut. Of a sudden, the rope lashed her torso, licking repeatedly at her tender nipples. She opened her mouth to scream, but realized she wasn’t experiencing pain, but surprise. He walked in a circle around her continually flogging her with the ends of the rope—touching every exposed area, shoulders, breasts, arms, thighs, hands, butt. The nerves rose to the surface to welcome the sensual lash of the rope.

Just as suddenly, he stopped and knelt behind her again, separating her hair into two shanks and letting one fall over each shoulder to cover her breasts. Apparently, this time, he wasn’t going to bind it in the hair corset as he had at Marc’s house.

“Bend your elbows behind your lower back at ninety-degree angles and grab the opposite elbows with your hands. Your inner wrists need to be flush against your forearms.”

Karla hoped she did everything he’d ordered in his list of rapid-fire commands. Where did he want her elbows, hands, and wrists? Had she done it right?

“Good girl.”

Her body warmed at his praise. Her breasts jutted out even further in front of her, making them seem larger than they were.

“If you feel any tingling, especially in your arms, and eventually your legs, I want you to tell me immediately. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He tied her forearms together, midway between her wrist and elbow, and with bone-melting movements, Master Adam’s hands wrapped, twisted, and threaded the rope with quick precision around her upper arms. She pictured countless scenes of his club demonstrations where he created what looked like a box out of the model’s arms, wrists, and hands. Occasionally, he tugged at her arms and the ropes, checking for tightness or comfort, maybe both.

She’d watched Adam bind Mistress Grant many times in demonstrations for other Doms wanting to learn the art. Those demonstrations had been so torturous for Karla that sometimes she’d had to turn her attention to other scenes happening in the club’s great room, because watching him touch someone else so intimately hurt too badly to watch.

But he’d been much more intimate doing Shibari with Karla than he’d ever been with Mistress Grant—and tonight he wasn’t performing for anyone but the two of them; wasn’t touching anyone but her. She smiled.

Soon he had her upper arms and torso tightly secured by the rope, her arms pressed snugly against her sides. She tested the bindings to see how much movement she still had in her arms and realized there was very little give, if any.

“Don’t move, unless you need to flex your hands or fingers. Don’t shift your body. The ropes will be placed on your torso, hips, legs, and arms in very precise ways so that, when I suspend you, I won’t put a strain on your arms.”

Suspend? She remembered the ring hanging above her. Oh, my! His explanation made sense. She didn’t felt any sense of panic, though. She trusted Master Adam not to harm her. He’d been her guardian and protector in many ways since she was sixteen.

Again, he worked in rapid motion behind her back and she wondered if there was a name for this design, but knew if he told her the Japanese word, she’d forget it anyway. He reached around in front of her and threaded a blue rope above and below her breasts, adjusting the tension and attaching these ropes to the red ones on her arms. Her breasts were squeezed between the ropes, but not so tightly they hurt. He pressed a kiss against her right shoulder and she shivered with need.

Rather than analyze what he was doing, she closed her eyes and surrendered to the ropes and Master Adam’s hands once more, letting him push and pull the rope through the bindings, moving her torso left and right, forward and back, as he manipulated her body as if she were a rag doll. Her head fell forward as she lost the ability to hold it upright. Her loose hair cascaded over her breasts and swung in the air in front of her as he bound her. Time ceased and Karla felt as if she were levitating off the floor, floating above her body.


When Master Adam took a shank of her hair and slowly pulled her head back, her eyes fluttered open to find herself staring upside-down into his mint-green eyes. “I’ve never worked with anyone so responsive to the rope, kitten.” He smiled.

That sounded like a good thing. She smiled, feeling half drunk, before her gaze settled on his lips. All she wanted was to feel them on her—anywhere. His smile faded. “Up you go, pet.”

His strong hands gripped her tightly bound upper arms and lifted her to her feet. He walked around to stand in front of her and stared down at her breasts, which had swollen and turned red between the rope bindings. When Master Adam bent to brush his tongue over one of her protruding nipples, she gasped at the hyper-sensitivity.

“Oh, my God!”

He chuckled. “I’m flattered, but you know better how to address me.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m a little…disoriented.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’d gone into subspace.”

She’d heard Angie talk about the time her mind and body separated when the abusive Dom beat her. “I thought you have to be in lots of pain to go into subspace.”

“No, it can happen anytime a sub or slave so completely surrenders and is able to move outside her conscious mind. It’s like going into a trance—or being stoned.”

She smiled. “I felt that, Master. I floated. Time disappeared.”

He chuckled and stroked her cheek. “Thank you, kitten, for your sweet surrender. Those are the sweetest words a D—a Master can hear.”

Master Adam was pleased, which pleased her. She’d been a good slave for him. All she wanted was to be what he wanted. To give him herself.

“Time to heighten your senses even more.”

She felt herself grow wet at the threat in his words—or was it promise? She bowed her head. “Thank you, Sir.”

He reached out and squeezed her tender nipples until they were hard and even more sensitive, which didn’t seem possible a moment ago. From the right pocket of his leathers, he pulled out a chain with clamps on either end. Master Adam took her left breast in his cupped hand and bent down to place her erect nipple between his lips. His teeth bit down gently and she sucked in a sharp breath, feeling weak in the knees.

He stood tall again. “Perfect.” Still cupping her breast, he took the clamp with his other hand and placed her nipple between the pincher-like ends, then slid a tiny ring along the shaft closer to her nipple, causing the pinchers to squeeze tighter and tighter onto her nipple. “Tell me when it’s too tight.”

She tried to hold out as long as she could to show she could be a good slave and take what her Master meted out, but when she could stand it no longer, she screamed, “Now!” Rather than stop, he pushed the ring just a little further sending a raging fire of pain burning through her nipple, until her knees buckled. He grabbed her arms to steady her, chuckling.


“How do you address me?”

Oh, shit. She hadn’t called him a sadist to his face, had she? Then she remembered what she’d forgotten when she’d tried to get him to stop squeezing her nip. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

How was she supposed to remember protocols when he did such mind-blowing things to her body? Would addressing him as Sir ever become a natural response for her? When he went to attach the other clamp to her right nipple, Karla instinctively moved away from him.

“Do. Not. Move.”

Ka-thunk. Her stomach dropped into her pelvis at his stern words, which left her feeling even more skittish. He bent down and bit her nipple, causing it to double in size, and placed the other clamp over it and began to tighten the pinchers. She decided not to let the pain go beyond her tolerance level this time and quickly shouted, “Now, Sir!” But he continued to adjust it to about the same tension as the other. The pain! Oh, God! Then she realized he hadn’t asked her this time to tell him when it hurt too much.


Kallypso Masters can be reached on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/kallypsomasters) and on her Facebook Author page (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kallypso-Masters-Author/260576087323803); at Twitter (@kallypsomasters), Goodreads (http://www.goodreads.com/goodreadscomkallypsomasters), and by e-mail at kallypsomasters@gmail.com. Her Ahh, Kallypso…the stories you tell blog can be read and followed at http://kallypsomasters.blogspot.com/.

All She Wants For Christmas Is Her Dom
One Night Stand
Stacey Kennedy
Decadent Publishing [link to buy]

Rating: 4 out of 5 Paddles


Madame Eve’s 1NightStand service has brought together Blake and Taryn on a cold Christmas Eve at the Castillo Lodge. The two will set out on an adventure of pain and pleasure surrounded by Alaskan snow-capped mountains and nestled in a warm country lodge. But as the night develops, Taryn discovers it’s not Christmas presents that will surprise her but instead the very man who mastered her through a night of intense BDSM.


Taryn is a sub assigned to Dom Blake. They have a scene and in the end after she hot and bothered by his masterful dominance. He doesn’t have sex with her. She turns to find someone she knows standing her being her Dom of the night.

This scene was short at only 25 pages but very hot. I may or may not have read Stacey Kennedy in the past but this refreshes my memory enough to want to add her to my TBR pile. I’d you’re a fan of a little more heavy (spanking, bondage, self pleasure using a toy, detailed and descriptive wording of the acts) a little less (the romance is implied rather than developed) fluffy Bdsm this would satisfy you. It’s a bit richer in detail as far as the D/s exchange between both the sub and Dom.

Reviewed by Sizzling Miss Kim

A few days ago, my first BDSM story, Caught, released. In February 2012 another one, Impact, will come out. Caught features an edgy Dom, whereas Impact is perhaps described as BDSM-lite since the BDSM aspect is not the main focus of the story.

Both of my Doms, Jack in Caught and Conner in Impact, tend to be a little…intense. Why did they both end up that way? I think it’s because I would personally have a difficult time respecting a Dom who didn’t exude a certain “Dom-y-ness” (yes, it is so a word!). I like to read about Doms who wear the demeanor like their skin. They know who they are and they’re comfortable with it. Neither of my Doms struggles with being a Dom, though both do their fair share of wondering how they can fit the lifestyle into their lives.

So how did I come up with the characters of Jack and Conner? I thought about what I’d want if I was a sub. What kind of Dom would turn me on? How would he talk? What would he look like (I’m not sure it’s an accident that both men are tanned and have dark hair and eyes *cough*)? What words would he use? What sort of clothes would he wear? How about toys – which ones might he favor? And then there are the actual sex acts – what would my ideal Dom want in bed? What would he do to his sub?

After I answered all those questions, I created two different but equally compelling (I like to think) Doms. What qualities do you love in a Dom, real or imagined?

Cassandra Carr is a multi-published erotic romance writer who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Her debut novel, Talk to Me, was released by Loose Id on March 22, 2011. Head Games, Buffalo Intimidators book 1, released on November 2, 2011 from Siren Bookstrand, Caught will release December 13, 2011 from Loose Id, and Impact is coming in early 2012 from Ellora’s Cave. For more information about Cassandra, check out her website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com, “like” her Facebook fan page at http://www.facebook.com/AuthorCassandraCarr or follow her on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/Cassandra_Carr.

Caught: http://www.loose-id.com/Caught.aspx



‘They’re really taking this politically correct thing too far.’

Stepping from the foyer into the living room, Callie spied a twinkling Christmas tree in the corner. On the mantel, a lit menorah burned, the candles flickering as the people nearby jostled for position as more and more guests crammed into the room. This was a boisterous crowd; already drinking like it was New Year’s. Advancing further into the room, she noticed the Kwanza decorations and rolled her eyes.

‘Pick a holiday and go with it, people. You can’t please everyone.’

She sought out the host and hostess, old friends from her grad school days, and said hello, handing over the obligatory “Thanks for inviting me” bottle of wine. They chatted for a bit to catch up before she grabbed a cocktail and made her way toward the dining room in search of other former classmates and some food. The smells of the various delicacies wafted by, making her mouth water in anticipation. She had just gotten into town and was starving. Plopping a slice of Cheddar cheese onto a cracker, she stuffed it into her mouth and then looked up — and everything inside her came to a screeching halt.

Jack was there.

With a beer hanging from his long, rough fingers, he leaned against the wall, casual as can be, while her world tilted on its axis. He looked so good– still the same tall, well-muscled body, still the same olive skin, black hair, and full lips. His Italian ancestry lent him an air of exoticness, and she’d always been a sucker for that.
Her stomach roiled. The cracker caught in her throat, choking her. As she began to cough and sputter, he turned to see what the commotion was, and their gazes met. Callie watched as his eyes went dark with heat and recognition. A blush rushed up her chest through her neck and into her face. With suddenly cold fingers, she touched her burning skin.

He brought his beer to his lips and took a long pull, his tongue sneaking out to catch a stray drop from his top lip. Her gaze followed the movement. His own intense gaze never left her face. Even when his companion said something to him, he merely nodded and kept the whole of his attention on her. She took a fortifying sip of her vodka and cranberry juice, then another, longer gulp, trying to dislodge the cracker from her throat. And still he stared.

And she did the same damn thing she’d done three years ago when she’d gotten scared by his demands, his power — she ran. Cursing herself for her cowardice, she nonetheless wove her way through the crowd, setting her drink down on the nearest available surface as she rushed past. But before she made it to the front door, she felt his hand, still chilled from holding the beer bottle, curl around her overheated arm. “Long time no see. Leaving so soon, Callie?”

He pulled her around to face him, he backed her up against the wall in the foyer. With him this close, with his touch and his smell and his sheer size surrounding her, her body betrayed her, just like it always had where he was concerned. Her nipples tightened, her pussy ached, and her breath quickened. “What are you doing here?” She sighed at her own stupidity for asking something so obvious.

“These are my friends. A better question to ask is — what are you doing here?”

“I came back to town for the holidays, and I wanted to see some of my old grad school buddies. I guess I-I didn’t think about the possibility of you being here.”

“Is me being here a problem?”

“No,” she answered too quickly.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

‘Dammit! What else am I going to admit to him?’

“I still want you. I want to touch you. I need to touch you. May I?” At her silent nod, he lightly rested his hand around her throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough to establish his dominance over her.

‘Like he needs to establish that. How could I possibly forget who and what he is?’

Callie shivered. God, she wanted him. She’d never been as scared or as excited or felt as alive as she had during the year and a half she had subbed for Jack. Seeing him again made her want to get down on her knees and give him anything he wanted. If she remembered correctly, that was everything. But could he give it back to her? Before, he’d been unable or unwilling to, and when she hadn’t been able to handle loving him without reciprocation anymore, she’d left.

Her lips were parched, and she darted her tongue out to wet them. His eyes turned black as they blazed back at her. “I want you too.” And it was the truth. She wanted him, and this time, she’d have him. If she ran away again, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life.

“Are you collared?”


“Seeing anyone?”

She turned the question around. “Are you seeing anyone?” A strange look passed over his face, but Callie couldn’t interpret it before it was gone.

“No. Answer me, Callie — are you seeing anyone?”


Letting out a soft growl, Jack cupped the back of her neck in his large hand and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in his kiss — there never had been. This kiss was one of possession, of establishing even more control. He pressed in further, molding his body to hers while he continued to plunder her mouth. He didn’t force his tongue inside; he didn’t have to.

Surrendering, she relaxed and let him take her. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and changed the angle of her head so he could deepen the kiss. He slid a powerful thigh between hers as she moaned from the sensual onslaught.

After long moments he pulled away, grabbed her hand, and led her toward the back of the house. Callie gasped when he pushed her into a bedroom and kicked the door closed. She whirled around to face him but couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, reverting to the naturally submissive pose of staring at his feet, her hands behind her back. She hadn’t subbed for anyone in the three years she’d been gone and was amazed at how quickly the submissive veil slipped over her again. He chuckled.

“My pet, you’re still a delightful submissive, I see.” He took a gentle hold on her chin and pulled her face up to his. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you, since the moment you walked into my classroom. I know I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m going to ask for this most exquisite Christmas present anyway: will you submit to me again?”

Callie nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak.

“I want to hear the words — I want you to be sure.”

“Yes, I’ll sub for you,” she managed to get out around the lump in her throat.

“Good. Then you’ll be available to me insofar as you’re able to, barring other commitments. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she answered, the word hardly loud enough to be considered a whisper. She licked her lips again.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“By the way, I’m clean. I was tested a few months ago. You?”

“Yes, Sir, same.”

He stepped forward and shoved her to her knees. She went willingly. Callie wanted this — she wanted to show him she could handle him this time. Keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she waited for his next move. He let her stew for a minute and then pulled her to him, undoing his pants with his other hand. He guided his already-erect cock into her mouth, and she took it, letting his essence wash over her tongue, relearning the contours of the head, the smoothness of the shaft, as he sawed in and out of her mouth with brutal strokes. He’d never been easy on her, and tonight was no exception.

He pulled his still-hard cock out of her mouth, resting just the very tip on her bottom lip. “How long are you in town for?”

Callie drew back enough to answer, “Through the first of the year.”

She looked up in time to see him smile. “Excellent. We have a few weeks, then.” He thrust all the way to the back of her throat, and she struggled not to gag. He held the back of her head with both hands, forcing her to take his dick all the way to the root, and held it there for several seconds. “Where are you staying?” He pulled out again. He had always liked carrying on conversations as Callie sucked him — reinforcing his dominance by repeatedly pulling out and then shoving back into her mouth as he saw fit.

“With Lora,” she answered, naming her oldest friend.

“Ah, not far from me. I still live on Tremont. Is she going to let you play?”

“Lora lets me do whatever I want — she doesn’t judge.”

“I think I’m really going to enjoy the holidays for the first time in a long while.” He went up on tiptoe and pushed back into her mouth, tilting her head until it was at the angle he wanted, and then began ruthlessly plundering her depths. “It’s been a long time since you’ve tasted my cum, my sweet. You’re going to swallow it — every drop, like the gift it is.”

A scant few seconds later, Callie felt his cock swelling even larger, growing even longer, and then after pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her mouth, he was coming; straining, as jet after jet of warm, salty liquid shot onto her tongue and slid down her throat. When he was finally spent, he withdrew completely and put himself back together. She remained on her knees, the denim of her jeans little protection from the hardwood floor.

Some might say she gave in too easily, but as Callie considered the man before her who’d turned her world upside down now for the second time, she knew that wasn’t true. Not at all. Her soul was at peace for the first time in years. She was a different person than she’d been all those years ago. Callie was what and where she needed to be: she just had to figure out how to hold on to the fragile sense of contentment she’d discovered tonight.

He briefly stroked the side of her face, then leaned down to touch his lips to hers. “Give me your number.” She started to reach into the purse that had fallen beside her on the floor. He chuckled. “You may rise.” Standing up with her purse, she pulled a small sheet from the memo pad she always kept with her. “Still jotting notes, I see.”

“Yes, you never know where or when you’ll find inspiration,” she answered, quoting one of his own mantras back to him. After writing down her cell phone number, she handed him the paper.

He held up it and kissed it. “I’ll be in touch.” After taking one last look at her, he left the room.

She sat down on the bed, touching the tips of her fingers to her lips. Undoubtedly he thought he’d scored a great coup, bringing her back into his fold. Little did he realize, though… Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.
Copyright 2011, Cassandra Carr

On December 13th Caught will release from Loose Id. Here’s the entire first chapter! More information can be found at http://www.loose-id.com/caught.aspx or on my website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com.

Emerald Dungeon
1-800-DOM-help series
Kathy Kulig
Ellora’s Cave [link to buy]

Rating: 4 out of 5 Paddles

Dana wants to explore something she had only read about and accidentally saw a scene at the castle she was working at. Jack was very careful about explaining things and I liked that he was also willing to stop everything before it got started because he wasn’t sure about either himself or her. Dana wasn’t sure she even wanted to stay in Ireland because of her job and family.

For a woman with the job she had before she went to Ireland, Dana wanted a lot of guarantees before making a decision whether she wanted to stay with Jack. This was the interesting part where the club called Unfettered came into play. I think Dana tried to over think everything and not let herself truly submit to Jack. Both seemed to be frustrated but I liked the way Ms. Kulig resolved the issues between them.

This book is part of the 1-800-DOM-help series that revolves around a club called Unfettered. It was quite interesting how the author wove it into this story. It would be fun to have such a club with the type of help it gives for people with questions in real life. It will be fun to read the rest of the series as this was a wonderful story.

Iron Mistress

Bind Me
Stacey Kennedy
Loose Id LLC [link to buy]

Rating: 2 out of 5 Paddles

If I was a vanilla girl this little novella might have given me a cheap thrill! I am not, however a vanilla girl, and I am no stranger to the dynamics of the D/s relationship. Bind Me is definitely not a great read for anyone that knows the BDSM world. There are too many things that frustrated the hell out of me about it and I felt like a Navy Seal watching GI Jane at times.

There really are too many little things that did not sit well with me to go into detail but I will say that as a Dom goes I would not touch Master Reed with a ten foot pole. Firstly because he contradicted himself and went against an expectation he defined in the interview phase. Secondly because he had no restraint whatsoever and any good Dom will tell you that is inexcusable. Thirdly because any dom that leaves a sub during the aftercare phase is despicable, no matter what emotional turmoil he might be going through because he just did the whole cliche omg I need to run away from my emotions thing.

As I said before any vanilla girl that reads this might enjoy it and get a little thrill, but I would warn them that Bind Me is not a good representation of BDSM in any way.

I give 2 paddles out of 5 for some pleasant visual imagery moments in between the moments I was sighing in exasperation.

Reviewed by Cali Girl