Wednesday 9 April 2014

***REVIEW*** Auctioned to Protect by Doris O'Connor


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.

                                                                                




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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

3 comments:

  1. Thanks for hosting me today and the great review too :-)

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    1. No problem at all Doris! Thanks for stopping by!!

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