Music Monday – God of a Girl
I know #MusicMonday is really late today guys, but work is still killing me and leaving me zero time to do anything but… well, work. So, I’m sorry this one is late but it’s a really good song. It’s “God of a Girl” by Georgi Kay, and just the opening lyrics should grab you as much as they did me. This song also speaks to me so hard right now. Hope you love it just as much. <3
Lyrics
She breathes in whiskey,
and she breathes out smoke,
into the face of the monster,
in the mirror.
Where she comes and goes,
in the mirror.
Where nobody knows who she is,
or what she wants from herself,
from them all.
In the mirror is her own world,
in the mirror she’s a god of a girl.
A god of a girl,
in her own world.
She’s a god of a girl.
In her own world, in her own world…
She shuts her eyes,
and she counts to ten.
The world looks better now,
things are clearer,
than they’ve ever been.
Things are clearer,
than she’s ever seen.
I breathe in gin,
and I breathe out the dark,
into the face of the monster,
in the mirror.
Where I see myself,
in the mirror,
I’m a god of a girl.
A god of a girl.
I see myself, I’m a god of a girl,
when I see myself, when I see myself.
You are my religion.
You are my connection.
You are my addiction.
You are mine.
She’s a god of a girl,
in her own world.
She’s a god of a girl,
in her own world In her own world.
She’s a god of a girl.
In her own world, she’s a god of a girl.
‘God of a Girl’ by Georgi Kay
“She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.”
— Julia Gregson
Ask Me Anything: “Ask the Dom – Part 1”
I’ve got something special for you guys today! It’s #AskMeAnything day, but I’m actually excited to bring you guys the first round of answers from my Dom! A few weeks ago I asked members of the Dark Haven if they could ask my Dom anything… what would they ask? They came back with over 70 questions, and while some were repeats/similar, it was still way too many to answer at once. And so, here is Part 1.
Q: Ask the Dom, Part 1!
A: These questions were the ones focused on him as a person. Enjoy, lovelies!
How old were you when you got into the lifestyle? How did you get involved in the Dom/sub life? How long have you been in the lifestyle?
I have always been dominant, since long before I had words to describe it. When we played ‘house’ in kindergarten, I was always ‘dad’ and told the girls who played ‘mom’ what to do. I spanked my first girlfriend at 15, and never really stopped. I have tried having vanilla relationships, but they just don’t do it for me, and so for a long time I fumbled around looking for like-minded people, basically proposing spanking or bondage to women who seemed to like my overall demeanor. Needless to say, there were some seriously embarrassing moments, but I survived.
Then the book ‘The Story of O’, and later the film, were released, and I realized there were a lot of other people who had interests similar to mine. This was pre-internet (1981), but I started looking in the local adult papers and found a group of fellow kinksters that were starting a group with bi-monthly meetings (they weren’t munches then) where we did ‘consciousness raising’ and skill development at alternate meetings. Joining the group was a huge step forward in helping me to define what I am, and in learning the skills to do what I do, which is why I am such a proponent of people getting involved in their local munch scene, whether they choose to engage in other activities (like play parties) or not.
Do you have any hard limits? What are they? Is there anything you have said “Oh hell no” to?
Yes, but I generally don’t think of them as hard limits, they are just things that don’t suit my particular kink (for Monty Python fans, my “Idiom”). I am an owner, I relish submission and obedience, I am proud of my submissive(s), I want them to develop and succeed, and to be proud of their place. So, I don’t do things that do physical damage (beyond some soreness and gorgeous bruises), such as punching or kicking. I don’t do humiliation or degradation. I don’t do things like needles or cutting (I do like knife play, but I don’t break the skin) because the risk when you start getting below the first couple of layers of skin is beyond what I am comfortable with. I don’t do true branding, tattoos, or piercing, because I don’t have the opportunity to develop the expertise I would consider acceptable, but I will get skilled artists to do them when I want my property marked.
Are there times you want not to be in charge? I feel like being a Dom is a lot of work, do you ever just need a break from it?
No, there aren’t, and no I don’t.
I am a dominant, in my essential nature. I spend my days in the corporate world hiding that nature, because not doing so would give my HR people ulcers. Among vanilla friends (from school and the military), and my family, they are aware that my relationships are ‘a little different’, but most would draw the line at me having Jennifer kneeling next to my chair instead of sitting at the table with us. So, I hide my nature there, too. When I get to where I can let it go, when I don’t have to fake being normal, it feels like taking off a too-tight suit and finally being able to breathe. And, no, I never want a break from that.
How do you choose your subs? Why do you not like brats? Do you have a preference in looks for your subs? What characteristic or personality trait do you find most appealing in a sub?
There were a group of questions around the theme of ‘how do I find a Dom?’ that I intend to answer more generally a little later on. You should not take what I say here to apply to any other dom, these are my preferences only.
First, there are some things that are instant disqualifiers, because I have relationships and not occasional play partners:
- If you are monogamous, even if you think you can fake it till you make it in poly, it isn’t going to work, because Jennifer isn’t going anywhere. If you want a man who is all yours, then go find him, don’t try to twist yourself into something you are not.
- If you are physically out of shape, it isn’t going to work. When I go on vacation, I like to hike 14ers in Colorado, scuba dive, or climb all over ancient cities in the jungle (my kids used to refer to vacations with me as “Dad’s death-marches”). Vacations are something I want to share with someone I am in a relationship with, so you need to enjoy stuff like that too.
Second, there are some general characteristics I look for:
- Do you have a passion? Jennifer and I never lack for things to talk about, between my passions for woodworking, boxing, and my company, and her passion for her child, her writing, and her job. Some doms prefer submissives whose only interest is their dom, but I think that having other interests stimulates the creativity and joy people bring to the relationship.
- Do you have your life more or less together? There are plenty of doms with rescue fantasies, but I am not one of them. I want you to have a job, a place to live, your finances under control, and a support network of friends or family, because when you have all those things then I know that the reason you kneel to me, is because you really want to. If you need a little help to get there, no problem. I will be your rock when something happens, but most of the time I want you to stand on your own two feet.
- Do you have a fairly well developed sense of yourself and your boundaries? Whenever I negotiate with a submissive, I always try to push her into telling me “No” at some point, because I need to know that she can. Your morals, ethics, political views and religion are much of who you are, and they don’t have to agree with mine except in those areas where they absolutely must (if you believe polyamory is morally wrong, we have an issue), and I need to know that you can stand by them.
On a kink specific level, I look for a few things:
- I want you to belong to me, because you want to serve and please me.
- I want you to wear my mark, so that it is clear to anyone who sees you naked that you are owned, and I want you to wear it with pride.
- I want you to understand that you are my property, to use as I see fit, but not to abuse. If I want to beat you with my belt and then fuck your throat, that is exactly what I will do, and, no, you don’t get a say in the matter, but you will always have a safe word.
- I don’t want you to try to manipulate me to do what you want, by disobeying or acting up so I will “punish” you, by trying to make me jealous, or by faking a lack of capacity to do something. If you need something, say so. If you want something, ask. I may say yes, or I may say no, but you will never get in trouble for asking, unless I have told you the discussion is over.
Oh, I forgot to talk about looks… guess it wasn’t that important.
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Hope you liked this sneak peek into my Dom (I think he’s pretty awesome). For now, he’s working on more answers. Until next time, lovelies!
Re-Cover Reveal! Security Binds Her!
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Beast’ by Measha Stone!
I was so excited this past weekend to share this with you guys today, that I actually scheduled it ahead of time so that no matter how bad or crazy my week would be I’d know that on release day, all of you lovelies had ‘Beast’ in your hands! That’s right, Measha Stone’s dark, twisted, and fucking HOT version of Beauty & the Beast is LIVE TODAY! *confetti* And you can snag it for just $2.99, which I know you’re going to want to do after you read this EXTENDED mouthwatering excerpt. <3 Enjoy!
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Beast by Measha Stone
Wouldn’t you give up everything for the one you love?
When Ellie’s father is taken by a group of thugs planning to take his life in exchange for his debts, it’s no surprise she goes running straight into the beast’s lair. After all, Ellie Stevens has been her father’s keeper for as long as she can remember.
However, Ashland Titon isn’t a man of mercy. If you owe, you pay. End of story. His unrelenting control has built his empire, and he’s not going to give over that power now. But when Ellie charges into his life with her demands and possibilities of sweet surrender, her offer proves too tempting to pass up.
Yet there’s more at play here than just working off a debt. There are secrets buried in the shadows, and dangerous desires to be explored. While the two of them dance to a sensual beat, outside forces threaten Ashland’s empire and Ellie must decide where her heart truly lies – and what she’s truly willing to risk for love.
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Teaser
“You can’t really think to do this.”
Ellie swallowed a sob when stepped out of the cab up in front of the massive estate. Was her father inside? Did dungeons still exist in places such as this?
Gates surrounded the entire property. The only thing missing from the menacing property were perched gargoyles. And even those would probably lighten the atmosphere. “You can’t think to do this. Don’t do this, Ellie.” Jason pleaded.
“Jason. Just take care of the cafe for me, okay?”
“Ellie. This is Ashland Titon. He doesn’t mess around.”
A lesson she’d already learned. After her father had been snatched right in front of her, she’d done a little digging. Ashland Titon owned a fair amount of the city’s night life. Between bars, nightclubs, and stripper clubs, he had his hands in almost everything. None of which explained what he would want with her father, until she came across new articles showing him dealing with accusations of sex trafficking and loan sharking. Loan sharking. Bingo. It hadn’t taken much more digging to figure out where Ashland lived.
“I know, Jason. I’m not attacking him. I’m going to ask him to let Dad go, that’s it.” It sounded naive at best, even to her.
“Let him go? Are you insane? The only way he’s letting your dad go is if you have the money. And you don’t.” A heavy sigh came through the phone line. “Please. Just don’t go in there.”
Ellie peered up at the foreboding gates before her. “I have to, Jason. He’s my father.”
Another sigh. “Fine. I’ll take care of the cafe. Be careful, and don’t do anything stupid.”
“Of course not.” She ended the call and took a deep breath. She had passed stupid when she got into the cab.
Straightening her bag strap on her shoulder, tucking a few loose hairs behind her ear. She rolled her shoulders back and went for it.
The button made no sound when she pressed it. A bit of static and then a greeting came through the speaker.
“Uh. Hi. Uh. I’m here to see Mr. Titon.”
“Your name and business?” came the reply.
“Ellie Stevens. He-uh-does business with my father.” Mostly true.
A breeze whipped her hair into her face. The sun had already started setting, making the estate even more ominous and chilling the air.
She stared at the metal speaker waiting for a response. A sense of being watched struck her, and she scanned the house, searching the windows for a set of eyes. Nothing.
She let out a long breath and reached for the button again.
“Someone will be along to collect you,” a deep voice rang through before she could press the call button.
Collect her? She wanted to roll her eyes. If they were trying to make her feel intimidated, they were about five hours too late. Seeing her father dragged away with a split lip and bruised face had worked well enough.
Loose strands continued to blow into her face, and she peeled her hair tie from her wrist and went about working the long locks into a braid. She couldn’t very well be fidgeting with her damn hair while trying to bargain for her father’s life.
The gates opened, and the man who had hurt her father descended the half-dozen steps of the house and followed the winding path to where she stood. In a hurry to get this over with, she dashed forward, ignoring his offered hand to stomp past him.
“You probably shouldn’t want to rush this.” He chuckled behind her, catching up and grabbing her elbow to keep her at his side.
He guided her up the stairs and into the house. The enormity of the beauty inside took her breath away—mysterious and foreboding, much like the outside, but the artwork appealed to her. Baroque. Every painting, every statue they passed came from her favorite era. Everything appealed to her, the music, the architecture, the paintings, soafter getting taste of it during her coursework for her language arts degree, she’d immediately signed up for a class focusing solely on the Baroque period.
“I told you to forget about your father.” His grave voice, though soft, interrupted her inspection of the pieces they passed and reminded her she wasn’t in a museum but in the home of a man willing to kill her father if it would send the right message.
She didn’t respond, focused on what she would say when she spoke with Ashland Titon. There hadn’t been many pictures of him in her search, other than a few old ones. He didn’t appear overly threatening in the smiling photographs. A soft, forced smile giving little insight into his true mood. She doubted he’d be as happy to see her.
The emptiness of the house sank into her as they continued along the corridor. The dark carpeting gave way to deep-maple-stained wood flooring. The clicking of her sandals echoed through the hallway. Although her escort barely held onto her, she could feel him, invading her thoughts with his threatening presence. She held no misgivings about how dangerous these men were.
They came to a closed door at the end of the hall and he reached around her to open it, shoving it inward and exposing the interior.
An oversized mahogany desk sat in the center of the room. The décor mirrored what she’d seen of the estate so far: ominous coloring with dominating artistry. Large sconces adorned the spaces between the paintings, holding long white electric candles that lit up the room. The rich purple draperies were drawn back from each window, but the closed blinds didn’t let enough light through to illuminate the area.
“Go on. You’ve come this far.” The man gave her a little shove, and she stepped into the room. The door slammed shut behind her, signaling the finality of it.
She swallowed and took in the room where she stood. It was only when he moved from the corner, she saw him. Stepping out of a shadow, he advanced into the light. Her breath hitched, her heart all but stopped as she took in the massiveness of the man before her. He had broad shoulders, larger than she’d ever seen on a man, and stood taller than her by a foot, maybe more. His thick, dirty-blond hair was tied at the nape of his neck, exposing a scar above his left eye and another running from his right ear along his jaw, disappearing beneath his beard.
He took another step toward her, the muscles in his chest, beneath the black button-down shirt rippling with his movements. The rolled-up sleeves showed off black tattoos running up from his wrists and disappearing into the folds of fabric. Was his entire body covered with ink?
“Peter told me you’re Dominick’s daughter.” His voice, so deep, shook her from her inspection.
“Y-yes. He’s my father.” She swallowed and thrust her chin forward. Allowing him to see how terrified she truly was would ruin everything, and having a quivering lip would most definitely give her away. “Your men took him this afternoon. I’m here to take him home.”
His eyes narrowed, his jaw tensed. When his gaze moved over the length of her, she found herself rolling her shoulders back and swallowing a demand for him to stop. He didn’t seem the sort of man who would listen to any demand she made of him, or one from anyone.
“You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep twisting your fingers like that.” She dropped her hands to her sides and fisted them. More to keep them from returning to a fidgeting state than out of anger.
“My father,” she said again when he seemed content to keep staring at her. Her insides shook beneath his scrutiny, but she held herself straight, not wanting him to see how much she wanted to cower from him, how badly she wanted to run from the room.
“Your father owes me a lot of money.” he said, striding to the desk and leaning against it. He crossed one ankle over the other and pressed his hands against the edge of the desk. How could a man appear so casual and dangerous at the same time?
“I know. We’ll get it. I just need time. I’ll have to sell the coffeehouse.” It wouldn’t be enough, though. She’d have to let go of the rest of her mother’s jewelry and put their condo on the market.
“He asked for more time. Three times already. I granted it, but he’s delayed and delayed. No more delay.” He gave his dictate with a hard tone.
She didn’t come to him a timid mouse, she reminded herself. It was her father she was trying to save, nothing else.
“He’s not asking. I am. Let me sell the coffeehouse, or maybe you could take it as a down payment on his debt?” The idea seemed logical, an easy transaction for a man who had as many business dealings as he seemed to.
He laughed, a cheerless, deep-rooted sound that failed to add levity to the room. “What the hell would I do with a coffeehouse?”
“You could turn it into one of your clubs or keep it a cafe. We already have staff. All you’d have to do is collect the profits. Maybe Dad could still run it for you–”
His lips thinned and eyebrows rose. “What do you know about my clubs?” Of all the things she’d just suggested, that was what he wanted to know more about? His clubs?
“I know you own several.” A dozen, to be accurate.
“And what type of clubs are they?” he asked, uncrossing his feet.
She regarded him for a long stretch before licking her bottom lip and answering him. “Nightclubs and a few sex clubs.”
“Well, strip clubs, to be precise, but yes, sex happens. A lot.” He pushed off the desk and strolled around to the other side, opening a drawer. “Do you think your father would like me to turn his little cafe into a strip club? Maybe he could manage that? Help the girls with the blow jobs in the back room?” The sneering grin accompanying his crass words sent a tremor through her.
This was not a man with compassion.
A door behind him opened. She hadn’t seen it at first; it was masked along the wall. Her father stumbled in and barely caught himself before falling on his face.
She rushed toward him as he straightened. Peter stepped in front of her father, blocking her attempt to help him.
“Move.” She tried to get around him, but he thwarted her.
“It’s fine, Peter. Let her see him,” Ash said.”
Peter moved to the side, and she stepped up to her father. His face was swollen, one eye completely closed. Reddish-brown dried blood creased his puffed lips.
“You shouldn’t be here.” Her father coughed and grabbed onto her shoulders. “You need to leave.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I won’t leave you here. We’ll find a way to pay him. There has to be a way.” She kept her voice hushed, not wanting anyone else to hear. “We can sell everything.”
He grasped her face. Years of hard work left his hands rough against her skin.
“It’s not enough, Ellie. If it had been, I would have done it. I owe him almost quarter of a million dollars. The interest compounded too quickly. You have to leave, go home. Please. I can’t risk losing you.”
She’d heard the regret in his voice before, too many times for it to register as truly authentic. Always on the lookout for the fast buck, the quick way to repay one loan or another. And, every time, she paid the price. She could be angry with him later, once she made sure he was safely out of Ashland’s clutches.
“You’re so much like your mother. Strong and loyal. Not weak like me, Ellie. Please, you need to go.” He tried to push her away but started coughing again, grimacing. His ribs were probably as bruised as his face.
He was right.
She was strong. Much stronger than he. And the strong didn’t let the weak die. The strong protected.
She turned away from him. Taking long strides, with her chin thrust out, shoulders pinned back, she moved to the desk, facing Ash who hadn’t moved during their exchange. He eyed her with an arched brow.
“Let my father go. I’ll pay his debt.”
The corners of his lips curled upward. “And how do you think you’ll do that? You’ve already admitted you don’t have the money, and I’ve already denied your request for more time.”
“What are you going to do with him? If you kill him, you get nothing.” She waved in her father’s direction, not facing him any longer. Not able to withstand seeing the torment in his eyes for another second.
“His death would be a message to those who think they can borrow and borrow and never repay.” His sinister tone unsettled her, but she didn’t cower. “I’m not a fucking charity. He owes.”
“Then take me.” She heard her father’s gasp but didn’t react. She focused on the man who towered over her, even with the desk between them.
“You?” His voice rumbled with the question.
“Yes.” She gave a curt nod. “I’ll work off his debt. In your clubs.”
“No. Ellie, no!” Her father tried to get to her, but Peter grabbed him again.
“Do you know how long that will take?” Ash asked.
“I’ll do whatever is needed, but you have to swear to let him go and never bother him again.” Her nails dug into her palms, but she didn’t blink, didn’t turn her gaze away, even when his eyes narrowed.
He stepped around the desk, coming to stand behind her. His hands closed over her shoulders, and he tugged, turning her to face him. Her eyes came in line with his chest, but he gave a simple command.
“Look at me.”
She tilted her head, dragging her gaze over the buttons of his shirt, past the swirl of a tattoo peeking out from where the top buttons were undone, along his thick neck covered in stubble, and across his beard before she came to his eyes. She’d been wrong. They were bright blue with specks of gray.
“You have no idea what you’re offering me.” The warning sang clear in his tone.
“I’ll work off his debt. Take my life for his.” She may not understand the workings of his mind, but she knew what giving up her freedom meant.
He studied her for a long moment. “You would give up yourself for him? Why?”
“He’s my father.”
After a prolonged moment, he gave a brief nod. But she doubted he understood. Men like him only understood loyalty to themselves. Only to him.
Releasing her shoulder, he ran his knuckle across her jaw until he reached her mouth. He ran the tip of one finger over her bottom lip then her chin, her neck, until reaching her chest. He didn’t stop, and she made no move to make him, either. She sensed a test, and how well she performed would determine his willingness to accept her offer.
Her father yelled again for Ashland to leave her alone, but no one acknowledged him.
Ashland’s finger trailed along her breastbone, into the dip of her T-shirt and the valley between her breasts. Her breath picked up, her lips parted—to beg him to stop?
He moved from her chest to the elastic band of her skirt. Instinct took over, and she put her hands on his, stilling him. It only took a raised brow to make her release him. If she stopped him now, he wouldn’t consider her offer.
Unchallenged once more, he continued his descent, slipping inside the band then beneath the cotton of her panties and lower still until he tickled the narrow trail of hair there.
“Spread your legs,” he whispered. She scooted her feet apart, just enough to give him room to continue. Her face heated, and tears welled, but she wouldn’t tug away, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She had to make this deal in order to keep her father safe and alive. Ash could touch her body, but he wouldn’t get gratification of seeing her unease.
“You’re wet,” he accused softly. His lips curled. “Danger turns you on.” He kept his gaze locked with hers and pushed a digit into her entrance. She gasped, not having expected him to go so far. Her body stretching around him was only slightly uncomfortable. He pumped in and out half a dozen times before he withdrew and rested his finger against her clit. Humiliation over what he’d just done washed over her, stealing her breath and heating her face.
Keeping the tears back took more strength than she could have ever imagined possessing. Managing to stay upright and conceal the shaking of her insides, a damn miracle.
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” Fatality resounded in the words he spoke, amplified by his solemn tone.
“He’ll be safe?”
Ashland jerked back as though her skin suddenly hurt him. Steadfast gaze locked with hers, he pushed his finger into his mouth, licking it clean of her juices. Oh God, she’d been so wet. He gave his attention to Peter. “Let him go. Put him in a car and take him home.”
“No!”
“If you so much as dial her cell number, your debt will be reinstated. Thank your baby girl, old man. Her tight little pussy just saved your fucking life.”
Ellie tried to reach her father, to hug him, to promise she’d find a way to see him, but Ashland grabbed her arm and held her at his side.
“No! Ellie. Don’t do this!” Her father continued to struggle against Peter, but he couldn’t overpower him any more than he could in the cafe.
“I’ll find a way. I promise.” Tears rolled down her cheeks.
The door slammed, and her father’s cries became only a muffled sound fading away. Ellie wrapped her arms around her middle, trying to suck in air. Wiping her cheeks, she settled a glare on him.
“You are a beast.” Her voice shook with rage.
His lips curled again, exposing his perfectly white teeth, and he grabbed her chin, forcing her to hold still as he brought his mouth down on hers. She didn’t struggle, but she refused to respond. It didn’t matter. He pressed hard, biting her lower lip before straightening and chuckling softly.
“I am. And you are quite the beauty. But don’t think for one fucking second this has a happily ever after.” He gripped her face tighter. “Because this is no fucking fairy tale.”
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Holy. Fucking. Hotness. I CANNOT WAIT TO READ THIS! You can read the FULL first chapter (of which this is only an excerpt) on Measha’s website right over here, and I’ve got even better news, it’s available now!! YESSS!! All I know is that I wish I had a family member owing Ashland money, because… yummy. This is a version of my favorite fairy tale that I’d love to be dragged into. #purr
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Music Monday – This Life
Honestly, I had to double-check that I hadn’t already used ‘This Life’ by Josef Salvat on a previous #MusicMonday because this song has been on my writing playlist forever. But, apparently, I have not which means you all definitely need to hear it. In general I just LOVE Josef Salvat’s voice, and music, but this is one that just always catches my ear and makes me fall in love all over again. From the alternate from spoken word style lyrics to him singing with a strong instrumental backing is … phenomenal. Of course, like most of my favs, the lyrics are phenomenal too. Enjoy, lovelies!
PS – I didn’t realize this but the last #MusicMonday was number 100! This is 101, but I just had to acknowledge that achievement. I’ve done this for over 100 weeks! Crazy! Fortunately, I still have many more songs to share, lovelies.
Favorite Lyrics
Let me get straight to it,
I’ve bit off more than I could chew.
I felt the sting and slap of failure, missed my due,
like a hard knife, cutting through a slice
of ego of ambition yeah put me off my mission.
I’ve been wandering alleys in a dirty shirt,
taking this and that ’cause I had so much hurt.
I’m not plying you with liquor
for your tongue to get a flicker,
I just need to tell my story,
if you’re drunk I’ll get done quicker.
Hey, hey, gotta keep the hope up,
gotta keep your eye on the prize.
Hey, hey, gotta keep the highs up,
I’m an optimist of the most dangerous kind.
There is more to this life,
I must believe there is more to this life.
There is more to this life,
I must believe that there is more to this life.
Let me get straight to it,
there’s more explaining I could do,
but I am here just for diversion,
as are you.
Don’t mean to jump the gun,
but we could have some fun.
There’s little sense in dishing,
since I’ve noticed you’re not listening. (Ohh…)
I’m feeling fairly lucky,
I’ve been surfing shadows of success in my dreams.
And, yes, I know my guard’s down,
but I don’t mind if you see.
‘This Life’ by Josef Salvat
Ask Me Anything: What is BDSM like from the Dom’s POV? (guest post!)
I’ve got a treat for you guys today, lovelies! Two of my favorite people on the planet are Candice and Brandon Barrier. They’ve been reading my work since I was writing on Literotica and have supported me from Day 1 of my author journey. Not only would that make them special, but I’ve also met them in person and we’re all in the BDSM community and I fucking love them to death. SO! I was very excited when Brandon offered to write the Dom’s perspective on BDSM after I shared the Domme’s POV from another reader a few weeks ago. This is really special because they are letting us see into their private life, which is a real gift. Make sure to thank them if you enjoy this, because I know I’m grateful! <3 Curious what the #AskMeAnything is? Check out the official AMA page on my site over here.
Q: What is BDSM like from the Dom’s perspective?
A: Hello all, my name is Brandon, and I am 37 years old. Jennifer is a dear friend who asked me to talk a little about myself and the D/s relationship I have with my wife, Candice.
We got started in BDSM about 6 years ago. Candice actually got me into it with her asking me to read 50 Shades of Grey. While reading the story, I started asking her if she wanted me to be more like Mr. Grey in that I start taking a more dominant role in the bedroom, and she admitted she did.
So, what did you do?
I started doing more research into the BDSM lifestyle and watching more videos that were on the BDSM spectrum. In doing some research, I found a local BDSM group that had a monthly demonstration of various aspects of the lifestyle; rope bondage workshops, whips and the proper way to use them, pet play, and various other aspects within the BDSM lifestyle. Candice and I started going to the workshops, and the play parties afterwards, and learning a lot about the lifestyle and ourselves. This was by far the best thing for us to learn all sorts of different aspects within the lifestyle. Plus they were in a safe setting where we could test out the instruments with the teachers and get expert advice on the proper way to use they toys.
It was at these play parties that I discovered that I am a very sadistic person. I really do enjoy inflicting pain on a masochist. I think these feelings really came to light when we were at a whipping demonstration. As I was watching the female take the whipping and slowly slip into subspace, it was like Pandora’s box opening up in my mind. I started thinking of all the different ways I could inflict pain on Candice. Lucky for me, she likes that!! It wasn’t long before we were playing at the parties as well and started collecting various implements. It has been 4 years since we started collecting toys and we have close to 50 different instruments we can use. We eventually want to redo our basement and make it into a dungeon. That way I can take Candice down there and really make her fly high into sub space without having to re-arrange our bedroom.
What was it like realizing you were a Dom/sadist?
One thing that I had to come to grips with about the sadistic mindset was that while I like inflicting pain on someone, that person also enjoys receiving the pain I am giving them. It was a hard thing to allow myself to feel those feelings and still not consider myself a psychopath. It is also a constant battle in my head when I am in a scene with Candice. Because she is my wife, I struggle with allowing my sadistic side to take things too far, but also still give Candice enough to send her flying into subspace. More often than not, I wind up holding back and not allowing my demon to fully have control. It is not that I don’t think Candice can handle it, it is the inner conflict of me loving her and not wanting to hurt her. However, I have topped other submissives at play parties we have attended and I have had the chance to release the demon completely and have made those women scream. It was very fun to co-top with a female switch where we had her tied up and were taking turns with various instruments on the sub until she was very deep into sub space.
What’s it like being a Dom?
It is a very unique experience when I tap into my sadistic side. It makes me become hyper aware of all the sounds and movements the submissive makes while she is tied up. I develop tunnel vision and everything else in the room sort of becomes white noise. I enjoy watching the pain blossom through the submissive when I hit them with whatever instrument I am using. I love seeing the skin get red and more dark with each additional hit. Hearing the sub make moans and take in a sucking breath, screaming out in pain – it’s the greatest soundtrack. Watching the sub take more and more pain and taking them into subspace is the ultimate pleasure for my sadistic demon. I get a high from watching the submissive float and ride the endorphins. I feel like it connects us in a way that few people will ever be able to achieve.
One of the things I like to do is breath play with Candice. It is such a rush to have one’s life in your hands, deciding when they can breathe in and when they cannot. It takes a tremendous amount of trust on each other’s behalf. The submissive has to trust their Dom with their life. They are allowing another person to decide when they can breathe. The Dom has to be able to read the signs of their submissive to make sure that they are taking them to the edge, but not going over to the point that their submissive passes out. The main instrument I use in this play is my hands. I like to feel her pulse under my hand, the way it quickens as I allow Candice just a little bit of air. The struggle for her to keep her submission or panic and start to fight back shows vividly in her eyes. It is such a rush to have someone’s life in your hands, but with such extreme play you have to make sure that you are hyper aware of the sub and any little signs that she may be in serious distress and not to injure her neck with the pressure you place there with your hands.
Aftercare is so important as well when doing extreme play, or any play for that matter. I think the aftercare portion of the play is just as important as the paying attention to the sub during play. Because the sub has such a rush of endorphins and is coming down from that rush, it is important to be there and take care of the sub. Sometimes the play can involve stuff that would make most people question if you actually love someone or not. So it is important to make sure the sub knows they are cared for and that your feelings have not changed for them in any way, shape or form. If nothing else, you are so proud of them for taking what you gave them and they gave you their submission seamlessly.
Thank you for letting me share this on your blog, Jennifer.
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Wasn’t that AWESOME, lovelies? I am so glad to have found so many amazing people through my writing, and Brandon and Candice are some of the best. They are so open, so wonderful, and such incredible examples of the BDSM lifestyle done right. They’re also a great example of what can happen when you’re open with your partner and communicate your wants and needs! (Something that I talk about in the “getting kink in your relationship” AMA). I want to thank them both SO much for sharing their lives with all of us so that we can have the Dom’s POV on this blog as well.
Until next time, lovelies!
Teaser Tuesday! ‘The Shifter’s Big Surprise’ by Moira Byrne!
I was having a great convo in an author’s group and mentioned that I love to share hot romance stories on my blog (and that my readers like the naughty snippets I get to share)! That led to me having the opportunity to share a few fun stories from authors you may not have heard of, that all have a penchant for writing sexy, fun books. Today’s is actually a co-author set who write under the name Moira Byrne and they are putting out these shifter stories like nobody’s business! So if you like hot alpha shifts, they are going to fill your kindle, lovelies! Check it out!
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The Shifter’s Big Surprise
He has a daughter now?
Wolf-shifter Ben Park wasn’t the type who had one-night stands. But then he met the beautiful, fiery cougar-shifter Alysse Addison. An unforgettable night before he left the country left him craving more. He tried to find her when he returned… but she had disappeared.
After searching high and low, he finally found her, but Alysse’s lukewarm reception leaves him guessing. Had she found someone else? Did he only imagine the spark of something special he felt between them?
For Alysse, that one night of pleasure left her with an adorable daughter and a missing baby-daddy. She figured she would never see Ben again after she had to run for her life.
Ben’s surprising return brought more than his charming smile. The dangers of her past followed him. Can Alysse believe that he didn’t lead them to her? Her body can’t resist him, but can she trust him with her heart?
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Teaser
Amusement mixed with the heat in her gaze. Her eyes roamed over my body as she lightly bit her lip. The sensual move was more than I could withstand. She smiled knowingly as I took her in my arms and pulled her body flush with mine.
Despite the fury of my desire pouring through my veins, my mouth was gentle when it touched hers. My control was holding on by a thread. All it took was a tiny, encouraging nip on my lower lip and that thread broke.
A soft purr poured forth as I deepened our kiss with a frenzy that took me by surprise. Her hand snaked down between us to brush and caress along the length straining against my jeans.
I broke our kiss as a groan tore out of me. It felt so good to have her touch again. I met her eyes. Flames of desire flickered in them as she looked at me with a challenging gaze. It was the sort of look that made me want to take her here and now, and she knew it.
I took a deep breath. The intoxicating scent of her arousal hit me. I dropped my head and clenched my jaw. Must. Hold. It. Together.
“Ben?” Her hand took on a gentle, teasing touch. I didn’t know if that was better or worse. I wanted her so badly I couldn’t even think straight.
“Aly,” I growled out, “I can’t . . .”
“You can’t what?” she purred.
“I can’t think with you touching me.”
Her hand moved but it didn’t leave my body. She trailed the backs of her fingers up my stomach. I shivered with a combination of desire and disappointment. I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t remember why we should stop. All I knew was that we had to.
“Then why think?” Her response was husky as her fingers traced small circles.
“Aly—” Before I could finish, she took a step back and gripped the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it up over her head and my eyes devoured her. I ran my eyes over her body and a smile curved my mouth when I saw lace on the edges of her bra. Her full breasts begged for my touch and attention.
I raised my eyes and met her heated gaze. Her mouth was slightly parted and her breath hitched. She held out her hand and I took it. She led me down the hallway to an open door. I followed her in, only barely registering that it was a bedroom.
I pulled her into my arms, our bodies flush against each other. My lips crashed against hers. She kissed me as fiercely, her fingers locked tight in my hair.
We broke apart and I trailed kisses along her jaw, down to her neck and shoulders. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. I bent down and slid my arms behind her knees, picking her up.
She wrapped her arms around me and dropped kisses along my jaw. I pushed the door closed before moving to the bed. She looked up at me, the heat in her eyes glowing brighter as I placed her on her back.
“Aren’t you going to join me?”
“First . . .” I slid my hands along the waist of her jeans, my fingers moving to the button, then the zipper. Aly flashed me a smile as she helped by shimmying off her jeans.
“Your turn.” She tugged at the hem of my shirt and rose a brow.
I was happy to oblige. I reached down and yanked off my shirt, threads popping but I didn’t care. She laughed lightly in surprise. I dipped down and silenced her with a searing kiss. I cast my shirt aside as I kissed her, groaning against her lips when her fingers trailed over my bare skin.
I rested on one elbow to avoid crushing her and lowered my head to deepen our kiss. She met me with a feverish kiss. I moved my hand to cup her breast, the perfection of her body beneath the lacy cloth wringing a moan out of me. She arched her back in invitation, and my thumb brushed over the hard peak of her nipple that strained against the lace. A purr poured out of her in response.
I pulled back and met her gaze. I knew my eyes had gone wolf-silver. I wasn’t surprised to see hers were cougar-blue. Her chest rose and fell in a choppy rhythm, drawing my gaze to her breasts, and I couldn’t resist the temptation.
I pushed down the bra cup and lowered my head to pull the peak into my mouth. She moaned as I swirled my tongue around the tight bud. My hand trailed down her body in a gentle caress and slid down to tease the top of her lace underwear.
Her hands rhythmically opened and closed on my shoulders, then she arched her back, and her bra was gone. I gave a lick and gentle nip to the bud in my mouth, then pulled back to blow gently on the glistening tip. A low moan accompanied her purr.
“Ben,” she demanded in a throaty cry as her hands fiercely gripped my shoulders, “don’t make me wait. It’s been too long.”
I couldn’t agree more.
I slid off the bed to remove my pants. When I climbed back into bed with her, she gave me a little push and I rolled onto my back. She climbed on top of me and rubbed her lace-clad heat against me. Pleasure shot through me and my body grew impossibly harder. I let out a groan. I was so stiff it was almost painful. My hands played with the band of lace. I wanted her naked. I wanted her.
As if she read my mind, she slid out of her underwear and moments later she was back, flush against my body. Torturing me in the best of ways as her wet heat brushed against my swollen length. I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting against her.
I lifted my hands to cup her breasts. She sucked in a breath as my thumbs brushed over the tight peaks. Without warning, Aly slowly slid onto me.
The pleasure of simply being inside her shot through me and my sounds of pleasure mixed with hers. Every muscle in my body was tense as I fought not to move. I wanted to savor this feeling.
“God,” I groaned, “I’ve missed you.”
She watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, moving her hips in slow, deliberate circles. A challenge. If I wanted more, I had to take it. Challenge accepted.
I gripped her hips and slowly lifted her up, then back down again. A sweet whimper fell from her lips and a groan from mine. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back. I lifted her again, building an achingly slow rhythm between us.
I slid so easily in and out of her slick heat that I could hardly control myself. She was wet and tight and perfect. I wanted to take her hard—make it clear she was mine—but I also wanted to make this last. I never wanted it to end. I pulled her flush against me and stilled.
She picked up where I left off with a soft sigh, rolling her hips against me. I moved my hand to the juncture of her thighs and found her hidden spot. A faint gasp left her lips, then she leaned forward. Her eyes were hot on mine as her pace began to increase, matching the rhythm of my fingers between her legs.
I reached up to play with her breast, her moans music to my ears. I felt my own pleasure building, but I wanted—no, needed—her to find release first. Just thinking of her clenching around me made my fingers press harder and move faster. I took her taut bud between my fingers with one hand, softly squeezing, while coaxing her to the edge with the other.
She rode me faster, her lips falling open as a low moan escaped her. The sight made me grow even harder, something I would have said was impossible. She rolled her head back as an even louder moan tore from her. That arousing purr endlessly rumbled out of her, and it was almost too much for me to take.
She breathed in a sudden, trembling gasp as her body clenched tightly around me. A cry burst forth from her lips as her body bucked against mine. I sucked in air through my teeth and groaned as I moved my hands to hold tight onto her hips.
That was it. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pressed my fingers into her hips and took over, thrusting into her hard and fast. She let out a final moan and collapsed against me. I hugged her tight to my chest and thrusted deep, a hoarse groan marking my own release.
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