I was happy to be invited to write a guest post at The Book Enthusiast blog this week. (www.thebookenthusiast.net) Since she was doing a “Dark reads” series and running a giveaway of my Mephisto series, I decided to write about the wonders and difficulties of writing M/s, or Master/slave. If you click the link above, you can read my post entitled “The Dark Dance of Master/slave Romance.”
If you’re familiar with my books, then you know I’ve only written three serious M/s books and those are my Mephisto books. One thing about the Master/slave dynamic is that it can be really emotionally conflicted, especially if you’re trying to stick to protocols and structure while your heart is crying out for closeness. I found it so emotionally conflicted that I couldn’t resist writing the same story twice, from the different points of view. Molly’s view was pretty easy, since I’m also an s-type, so I wrote it first, in Club Mephisto. Mephisto’s viewpoint was more difficult, so Molly’s Lips was a couple years coming, and I probably never would have completed it at all if not for my friend Ingrid’s pokes.
In the end I was happy I wrote both viewpoints. I thought I did justice to the way a real Master and slave might struggle in this kind of “loaner slave” situation. If you haven’t read the books because you think they might be too “dark,” don’t worry. There are light moments too, and of course a happily-ever-after in Burn for You.
In this snippet, Mephisto’s the only one talking, because he’s put Molly on speech restriction, and orgasm restriction too. That doesn’t prevent him from talking to her–and taunting her. But he also explains to her why he does what he does.
I know a lot about you, girl,” he said, rubbing his chin against her soft dark curls. “You’d probably be surprised. I know your maiden name was Molly Grace Belden, and your married name is Molly Grace Copeland. I know your birthday is April seventh, and that you were born and raised in Bloomington. I know you have an environmental science degree from IU.” With every word, she seemed to draw up tighter and tighter. “I know something else about you,” he said. “I know you didn’t really come yesterday.”
He waited for a reaction, any bodily reaction, but she only turned her head a little more into the curve of his shoulder. He cupped her pussy and sighed. He didn’t like her withdrawal, her surrender. It was too weak. He nudged her back so she couldn’t hide her face.
“You’re wondering why I punished you when I knew?” he asked. “I was punishing you for speaking, for protesting. For your tone. And because it pleases me to hurt you sometimes just because I can. Just because I enjoy pushing you to your limits and watching the breakdown.” His fingers moved again on her clit. How much she must hate him… He laughed softly and brought his fingers to her nose for a moment so she could breathe in her feminine scent. Her needy scent. “It’s the same thing with the orgasm denial, kitten. I enjoy watching the build up, seeing how far I can tease and wrap you around my fingers. How much I can make you dance. The denial is just a tool for winding you up so I can watch you writhe and wriggle for me.”
She pressed her face back against his neck, making a small distressed sound. She moved her hips, just a little, but he didn’t stop his lazy torment. His finger slid across her taut little button and down into the cleft of her pussy. He tightened his arm on her waist when she moved her hips and started to tremble.
“You see?” He chuckled against her ear. “Not letting you come…it’s like the rubber band on those little wooden airplane toys: You twist and twist them until you can’t twist them anymore, then you let it go and watch them fly around the room.”
She pulled away from him then, the first real sign of rebellion. He liked it, but at the same time, he had to put it down. He drew his hand out of her harness and grabbed her face.
“You have to trust me, girl. I think you don’t trust me. I know we haven’t had a lot of time together, but I’m being careful. Perhaps you don’t see it, but I am.” He reached for her waist and tightened the harness. Enough cuddle time. “Listen, I want you to really clean and straighten up the play space today. There’s a big party tomorrow. A private party. An orgy,” he finally clarified, laughing at the sudden hope that spread across her face. Yes, it would have been the perfect occasion to release her from orgasm restriction. But—
“No, you won’t yet be permitted to come,” he said to put down her false hope.
Sigh. Those mean, mean D-types. Why do we love them so much? But we do!
I hope you’ll check out my Mephisto series and all the other dark reads being featured this week at The Book Enthusiast. And don’t forget, there are still a few days left in the Mercy giveaway at Amber’s Reading Room (click!)
AND–if you want to read Molly’s Lips: Club Mephisto Retold without a big financial outlay, remember it’s always FREE at Smashwords.com (click to download your free copy in any format you wish!)
When you first posted that we would get M’s point of veiw I was like YES! I was not disappointed. M was scary and sexy and moving in the third book. He had a lot of patience waiting that long for Molly to be his.
I remember you saying that about Mephisto. You were poking me for that book!! HAHA! I do like the idea of their love story taking so long to come to its fruition…and that he waited and didn’t just try to swipe Molly from Clayton. There was a lot of honor in that. Love that Mephisto. 😉