Title: Auctioned to Protect
Genre: Erotica, Contemporary, BDSM
Dom/sub relationships by Doris O'Connor
There are a lot of misconceptions out
there about BDSM relationships, and what a true Dom/sub relationship is or what
it means to be in the lifestyle. I always smile when I hear clearly defined
rules on how a Dom or sub should act.
The truth of the matter is, every
Dom/sub relationship is unique and defined by their individual circumstances.
As long as the parties involved are consenting adults, and everything is safe,
sane, and consensual, then what they do, how they define themselves, is really
no one else's business.
At the end of the day, these are people.
Human beings with baggage and needs, and emotions that can make them act out
character.
Take my relationship with my husband for
instance. He's my best friend, my life partner of the last twenty-six years,
the father of my children, and for the last two years also my Sir.
We came to the lifestyle late, though
looking back on our relationship, he's always been the Dominant party, in the
bedroom at least. Whilst I have no problems making decisions in every other
aspect of our lives, I couldn't dominate myself out of a wet paper bag in a
sexual setting, and the truth of the matter is, I really don't want to either.
There is something incredibly freeing
about giving over control to someone you love and trust, someone completely
focused on your needs, someone who will push you out of your comfort zone, and
make you fly.
When Sir is, well, Sir, he does that for
me. Does that mean he doesn't have moments of self-doubt? Or times when he
needs me to simply hold him? Of course not. This is real life and we are a
partnership. I may be his collared sub, but that doesn't mean I leave my brain
cells at the door, or am not capable of running my own life.
I was once told by someone that I'm too
bratty to be a sub.
*sniggers*
Well, I may have been too bratty to be
his sub, but then, quite frankly that particular Dom was a pompous arse, as my
Sir called him. In fact it was just as well this was on-line and not face to
face or Sir might have taught that 'Dom' a lesson or two.
In my writing too, the rules
blur. In fact, being a submissive myself, writing Scarlett was something of a
struggle for me. In the end Sir came to my rescue. Don't get hung up about
her being a Domme. Just listen to her and write how she feels. What will be,
will be.
So, that's what I did, and as any
relationship, Mike and Scarlett's is complicated, and so much more than just
Dom/sub, whatever you perceive that to be.
One of my beta readers made me smile when
she read the first draft.
"Finally, here is a Domme portrayed
as a human being with emotions, not just a sadistic bitch."
*grins*
Don't get me wrong. Scarlett is very
much in charge, and she does have a sadistic streak, but she is also fragile
and feminine, and needs Mike as much as he needs her.
Their dynamics are as
unique as they are, and I hope readers will like them as much as I loved
writing them. J
Long Blurb:
Tough
undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint sized
bundle of curves with a Mistress Complex, who stands for everything he despises
about BDSM.
Thrown into
a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts,
and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.
Scarlett
Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum and she has a
score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't
so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly
responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and Knife Play,
Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.
Submission
freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around
once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect
her, or will this end in tragedy?
“Fuck, you feel so damn good
around my dick, Scarlett. Look at us. Look how I stretch your tight hole.
Jesus, baby, tell me this is as freaking good for you as it is for me.”
Scarlett dug her finger nails
into his shoulders in answer and clenched around him, and Mike roared. He
pulled out and thrust back in again, ramming her into the wall, as she hung on
for dear life. Pain mixed with pleasure so intense she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t
talk, just hung onto his big shoulders and took all the passion he gave her.
Here was a man brutally
taking his own pleasure and sending her body sky high in the process. When he
pulled out of her and dragged her over to the sink, Scarlett bit her lip so
hard she tasted blood. Mike kicked her legs apart and then slammed back into
her from behind. This position drove him deeper than before and when he reached
around and stimulated her clit at the same time, Scarlett saw stars. Her whole
body tightened in ever closer spirals of pleasure that started from deep inside
her core. Impaled by his hot member, his harsh breath in her ear, one hand
digging into her hips, the other mercilessly fingering her swollen clit, he
pushed her toward a mind-splintering release. Higher and higher she climbed,
and when Mike grasped one of her legs and shoved it over the edge of the sink,
the move sent her over the edge.
He yanked her torso up and
pulled it up against his chest, allowing him to sink deeper still into the
clasp of her body. Ripples and waves of pleasure crashed over Scarlett, and she
let her head fall back and gave herself up to the sensation rocking her body as
Mike increased his tempo even more. Every forceful thrust lifted her off her
toes, and Scarlett came a second time, or was it the third. Sensations merged
into one, fire raced over her skin, and she screamed his name when he grew
bigger still inside her and then grunted his release into her shoulder, and
warmth spread deep inside her.
Mike lowered her leg with
them both still joined as intimately as two people could be, and he locked his
arms next to hers on the sink. By the time her breathing had slowed down enough
to speak and her hazy vision cleared, Mike was slowly slipping out of her. She
tightened her muscles to keep him in for longer and he groaned and rubbed his
morning stubble across her neck. It left delicious tingles in its wake and
Scarlett moaned her contentment.
Their gazes locked in the
mirror and Mike smiled. Scarlett’s heart turned over in her chest at the open
affection she saw in his azure eyes that seemed to bore straight into her very
soul.
“Good morning, My Lady. I
guess this beats coffee first thing.”
* * * *
She was so fucking beautiful,
staring back at him with her huge green eyes, and her fair skin flushed from
the force of her orgasms. A primitive sense of ownership grabbed him by the
throat and squeezed the breath out of him, and he shut his eyes and nuzzled
into the soft skin of her neck. A shudder went through her when he licked the
rapidly beating pulse point and nibbled his way up to her ear. Scarlett ground
her ass against his thigh and he groaned into her neck.
“You’re so fucking wet for
me, baby.”
Scarlett turned around in his
arms and gasped when he sat her on the edge of the sink and spread her legs
wide. He dropped on his knees and inhaled against her wet slit. Scarlett’s
intoxicating musk mixed with his own scent and he watched in fascination as
their combined juices slowly trickled out of her pink flesh.
His cock signaled its
interest briefly and Scarlett smiled down on him when he looked up.
“Have I broken you?” she
whispered.
Mike laughed.
“Hardly, My Lady. Give me
five and we’ll be ready to go again. In the meantime…”
He bent his head and
delivered butterfly kisses along the incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs.
It was one of Mike’s favorite places to linger on any woman, especially just
after they’d come. Hot, sweet, and intimate, it called him to indulge, and he
blew against her slit, causing an allover body shiver, as her clit contracted
in front of his eyes.
“Mike, please… I’m so close
again… Oh…yeees.”
It was all the encouragement
he needed. Using short shallow strokes he cleaned her cunt, until no traces of
their earlier encounter remained. He rubbed his beard-roughened chin across her
clit, and placed her legs over his shoulder when she started to tremble.
Scarlett’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and she pushed her hips up in a
seeming effort to hurry him along, but Mike had his own plans.
He’d been far too rough on
her earlier, regardless of how much she had been with him in the moment.
Regardless of how much she seemed to have needed that brutal release. Besides
he was fast getting addicted to the needy little moans and sighs she couldn’t
stop from escaping. The way her fingernails scored his skin and her breaths
grew choppier until her body tensed and her pussy clenched and unclenched,
trying to draw in his tongue as her cream gushed into his waiting mouth.
He tunneled his fingers into
her channel and her greedy little cunt clamped down on the digits, as she came
in a series of delightful little tremors. Mike pulled out his wet digits and
gathering up more of her cream as he went along, circled her anus and pushed
in.
“Yes, there, take me there.”
Scarlett clawed at his skin
and his semi hard dick roared into action. He added another finger to stretch
her, and Scarlett bucked against him like a wild thing.
“Easy, baby, I’ve got you. I’ll
make this so fucking good for you.”
Glutton for punishment would be a good description
for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when
people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to
toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children,
pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic
goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all,
like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even
more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters
tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris
burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and
quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales
involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.
From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories
are guaranteed.
REVIEW
Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a
pint-size bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for
everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown into a world where the rules
make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all
scream one thing—submit to His Lady.
Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum,
and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs
addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man,
and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his
boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but get
emotionally involved.
Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike
to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will
Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?
I received a copy of this from the author in return for taking part in her blog tour, and giving an honest review :)
I've been looking forward to this book for along time now. I couldn't wait to see what happened with Mike, as if you've read the first book (Auctioned to the Honourable Dom), you'll know what I mean :D
I liked Mike a lot, after initially disliking him a lot in book 1. He is a pretty sexy cop, whats not to like?! Well at first he seems a bit of a tough guy, but you get to see the soft interior a bit, and see just how far his relationship with Ms Scarlett has developed.
Ms Scarlett, well what can I say? She's one tough lady! I mean, she has got a huge set of balls, but she's also a soft hearted woman on the inside who sometime just needs a cuddle and a bit of love too.
I loved the story of these 2, the whole undercover story of why Mike was there in the first place was really good, and finding out the reasons behind it all shocked me a bit!
As usual Doris writes her characters very well, and not just the main ones, but the small to the side characters who pop up once in a while.
Loved it!
***** 5 STARS
