Newsletter from Cherise Sinclair
Warm up the new year with The Dom’s Dungeon, out today!
I had so much fun writing this book. It started off with a brainstorming session of Loose Id authors. We were discussing people who exchange vacation houses and wondering what interesting things a person might discover in a stranger’s house.
And, okay, I’ll admit it—I just had to wonder what would happen if a Dom had a dungeon in his home.
So, there was the beginning of a story. But then I had to figure out what kind of a woman could manage to get into a locked dungeon.
And it just went on from there…
Here’s the cover and isn’t it wonderful? The artist is Natalie Winters and oh, don’t you just love that man in the background? Mmmhmm.
Because I’m trying to convince y’all to buy the book, I’ve included a…hmmm…fairly warm excerpt at the end of this newsletter.
I got talked into doing an interview on the Manic Reader’s Myspace blog today (December 29th) if anyone wants to come by and say ‘hi’. http://www.myspace.com/manicreaders
And I have another interview / guest blog at Ann Lory’s Blog Bites the week of January 4th. http://www.annlory.blogspot.com/
Considering I’m shy, quiet, and reserved (really!), I hope y’all will come by and ‘virtually’ pat my hand and give me a comforting, ‘there, there’. J
Blurb for the Dom’s Dungeon
Foster child. Teenage whore. Now a veterinarian, MacKensie's turned her life around, but the scars remain. She saves her affection for the animals who never judge or scorn her, but it's time to get out, move on from her past in Iowa. So, she arranges a vacation exchange to job hunt in Seattle.
Although the house is lovely, one room is locked. Her years in foster care have given her two ‘gifts’: a neurosis about locked doors and the ability to open them. After she gets into the room, she's appalled…and intrigued. Chains and manacles, whips and paddles, odd benches with straps…
When Alex returns home days early and finds MacKensie draped over the spanking bench in his locked dungeon, he’s furious. But her wariness arouses his protective nature and curiosity, so he strikes a deal to keep her close—she’ll act as his submissive in exchange for a place to stay and help finding a job.
He’d planned to use the veterinarian to deter an ex-girlfriend, not replace her, but with MacKensie’s compelling mixture of strength and vulnerability, the little sub slides right into his well-defended heart.
Safewords are for Everyone
Considering how often I hark on it, I’m sure y’all know what a safeword is, but we’ll go through the lesson again. Safewords are an essential component of BDSM, and this is why: For those of us who enjoy fantasy play, BDSM play, or even a little bit of rough sex, it’s fun to put up a bit of a fight, to struggle, to say, “No, don’t. Don’t touch me! Don’t do that!” And when your Dom ignores your protests, tosses you on the bed, and takes what he wants…oh, that can be just lovely. J Gets you hot just thinking of it, doesn’t it? <g>
But what if you really, really did want him to stop? What if your muscles are cramping, you’re getting sick, or the bondage is bringing up every nightmare of your past? How is he supposed to know that sometimes your “No, no!” means “Go on,” and sometimes it truly means “Stop!”
He can’t know. (well, unless he’s Master Z, in which all bets are off. LOL!)
So in BDSM, we use a safeword, and if this word is used by the submissive (or even the Dom), everything stops immediately. Without argument. Without pressure.
The word needs to be unrelated to anything going on, and, as you can imagine, that word is never “Stop” or “No.” Personally, I have a fondness for using ‘red’.
A submissive might add in ‘yellow’ to warn her Dom that she’s getting scared, uncomfortable, or worried. Then he knows to back-off or slow down…or ignore her, but, at least, she’ll know he’s aware that there might be a problem.
Sounds pretty good, doesn’t it?
So what about in the real, vanilla world? Think about what a difficult time our poor men have on an ordinary date. They’re in almost the same dilemma as a Dom trying to do a scene without a safeword.
You want examples? All right. Let’s say that it’s your fourth date, and he’s pushing for sex, and you’re not really sure, but maybe…maybe…depending on how it goes... So when he slides his hand down into your pants, you make a token protest. Now hearing that, some guys will think, “That’s it, she wants to stop.” Other guys, depending on their experience and their personality, will continue pushing until you get upset.
And neither type is sure if he is doing the right thing. Because, face it, for some women a ‘no’ can and has meant ‘maybe’ and yet, for others, it really means ‘no’.
To avoid this quandary, consider bringing this murky area into the light. (This can be a great conversation to have after a couple of beers <g>) Perhaps explain that you realize how difficult it is for a guy to interpret all the nuances of “I don’t know.” “I’m not sure we should.” “I think we’d better stop.” or even a weak ‘no’. So to solve that problem, you have one word that absolutely means ‘stop’, no ifs, ands, or buts.
Of course, he’ll now realize that the weak little ‘no’ you give him might mean, keep pushing and you might get lucky because I’m enjoying myself even though I know I shouldn’t. Since you didn’t use your safeword, he knows it’s all right to continue.
Or what about when he finds your vibrator and then pushes your legs apart, and you look at him in horror and say, “Don’t.” But because you didn’t use your safeword, he’ll go ahead and use it on you until you’re mindless from coming.
Might be worth having that little discussion, don’t you think? J
What's Coming Next
Coming this spring, probably in late March, is the fourth in the Shadowlands series. (I still cannot believe I have a series!)
Master Cullen finally gets his own story, and I hope y’all will be happy with him because I tell you, I was totally ready to slaughter the damned Dom before the book was done. Talk about pushy… Who knew? He seemed like such a nice person…
Here’s the rough teaser:
Andrea wants to submit, but not to just any so-called Dom. He has to be tougher than the slum-bred bullies she grew up with. She’d given up finding a true Dom when her friend finagles her a place as a trainee in an exclusive BDSM club with the powerful Shadowlands Masters. Andrea’s thrilled…and terrified.
Forced to accept an unknown submissive into his carefully run trainee program, Master Cullen is furious. Not only is the young woman new to BDSM, but she’s unsuited to her role—armoured in leather like a Domme, she’s more liable to punch a Dom than kneel. He decides to push her right back out the door. But as he ruthlessly intimidates her, punishes her, then cuddles her, his glimpses of the woman inside the emotional armour intrigue him. Her utter surrender captures his heart.
Although Master Cullen is famous for his unfettered lifestyle, Andrea believes he might be interested in her, until she discovers he’s not just a bartender—he’s a cop. Maybe he’d overlook her past brush with the law, but when another trainee accuses her of stealing money, Andrea knows she’s lost the one Dom she wants with all her heart.
Spicy Excerpt from the Dom’s Dungeon
“Are you going to tell me what happened twelve years ago?”
“No.” She tried to pull away again, as useless an effort as a butterfly trying to escape a hungry bird.
“All right.” He didn’t sound angry, but she knew him now. He didn’t give. Persistence should be his middle name. But instead of talking more, he caressed her breast. His fingers circled her nipple, and she could actually feel the tiny muscles in the areola bunching in response to his knowledgeable touch. He moved to the other breast, and as if the two were joined by a wire, they both soon ached.
“Alex, I want to go now. I’m tired.”
He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her jerk, and yet the sizzle went straight to her clit. Her pussy started to burn. “Don’t lie to me, pet. I prefer a refusal to a lie, but right now, I’ll accept neither. I’ve had a long evening, and I intend to play with my sub a little.”
Play with me? A chill crawled up her spine, putting the heat out as if ice water had been dumped on it.
“Yes, play with you,” he said, startling her. She hadn’t realized she’d spoken. “Don’t worry, pet. My cock will stay where it is unless you jump on it. But that’s the only concession you get tonight.” His fingers tightened on her nipple as if to prove his point. Pressing and then releasing in a slow rhythm until her blood and pussy pulsed in response.
He bit her neck lightly, and she jumped. How did he make all the sensations flow into her clit like water flowing into the ocean? Filling it full until it throbbed.
As if he’d heard her, his other hand released her fingers and stroked down her body, ever so gently and yet inexorably. She set her hand over his, lacing her fingers between his and trying to stop him, a useless attempt. When his fingers stroked across her pussy, her fingers were still laced through his.
He chuckled. “I hadn’t thought you the type for masturbation in public, but I enjoy watching a woman pleasure herself. You may continue if you want.”
She jerked her hand away with a growl, knowing she’d totally lost that round. Heck, she was losing everything, including her senses.
His hand pressed against her pussy, his skin cool against the heat. Then he stroked the wetness from his fingers onto her thigh. “You’re wet,” he whispered. “I will continue.”
How did he do this to her? Men had touched her—many, many men—and rubbed her and—
“Stop thinking,” he growled and bit her shoulder again, totally derailing her thoughts, and then he slid a finger into her.
She jumped, then gasped when his fingers pinched her breast. Her clit felt as if it had been pumped up like a balloon, and a tremor raced through her. Her control eroding like the sand on the beach, she struggled against him. His forearms kept her in place even as his fingers moved over her breast. Her pussy. He swept her moisture through her folds and up over her clit.
And then one finger rubbed her, stroking gently but firmly in a merciless rhythm. He would stop to spread more wetness, and then resume. She could actually feel her climax approach this time, feel her legs quivering and her insides winding up like a spring.
He stopped.
Why? She hadn’t come.
He tossed the sides of her blanket back, and the cool air swept over her. Apparently he’d gotten bored, she decided, with relief—and disappointment as her clit pulsed with each beat of her heart. “Well, we should go in,” she said. She leaned forward, and he yanked her back against his chest so fast her breath huffed out.
“Stay still, sub.”
At his growled command, her body froze, although her heart rate increased.
And then he used his fingers to do exactly the same thing all over again, bringing her right to the top. And stopping.
And again. The next time he stopped, she couldn’t smother her moan. He was deliberately torturing her. “Why?”
His hands stroked over her, and everything he did seemed to make her need to come worse. Her clit felt as if it contained all the blood in her body, stabbing with need.
“There’s only one way for you to get relief,” he murmured. “You’re sitting on it.”
She realized her bottom pressed against a very erect cock, and she tried to edge away. “No,” she whispered. “I won’t.”
“That’s all right, pet,” he said. “I enjoy touching you so much that I can keep this up all night.” His fingers slid down to cup her pussy, grazing over her clit. Her hips surged up, trying for more, and his hand moved away.
Fine. Surely I can do this myself. She slid her hand down to her pussy.
A ruthless grip closed around her wrist, pulled her hand away. “My toy, not yours,” Alex growled.
A minute later he resumed tormenting, and her arousal surged higher this time, the frustration increasing her need to painful levels.
When he stopped again, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed…needed so badly to come. Could she actually have sex with him? Alex wasn’t a john. Maybe she could let him take her. “All right. Just do it.”
“No, little sub.” He took his hands off her, and she whimpered. “You will do it.”
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