Please help me welcome Raven McAllan back to my blog today. She’s brought with her a tease from her latest release, Nina’s Dom. First, she’s going to tell us a bit about how the story came together. Enjoy!
It’s funny how my characters tell me very firmly who they are, what they are and insist I write just that. No trying to change them. It just won’t work.
By trial and error, I’ve now accepted that.
Nina and Dominic were no exception. In fact I wondered at times if they would ever get together, they were so blooming stubborn.
However they had fun trying to show each other whom they were and want they wanted.
I just wrote what they told me to—as you do.
This is the result.
Nina Mack is no sub. So why then do all her senses scream at her to submit to the enigmatic Dominic Christopher?
When the two meet at her friend’s hen party at Dommissimma, sparks fly. Their attraction is immediate and explosive, but how can Nina ever allow herself to enter into a relationship with a Dom?
Dominic has lost interest in BDSM since the death of his wife, so the insistent tug of awareness toward the volatile and decidedly bratty Nina is a welcome surprise.
With his inner Dom firmly awakened can he convince Nina to give their relationship a try?
Time will tell if these two can find their own Dom/sub relationship and reclaim happiness.
Be Warned: BDSM, wax play, public exhibition
A wee tease…
“Breathe, anima mia, watch the wax, see how it comes to caress you. Take the sting, let it into you, let it flow.”
That was the only warning she had. Nina opened her eyes, and looked upward to see Nic, wax candle in one hand, tilt it so the flame stood at an angle from the candle. Then like a raindrop on a windowpane, a tiny teardrop gathered and slid towards her.
Nina couldn’t take her eyes off it. For what seemed an aeon the wax dropped through the air, and then it kissed her skin.
She hissed as the kiss turned into a pain so intense she wanted to scream. How the hell could anyone say it was pleasure? She bit her lip to stop the cuss words spilling out. If it hadn’t been the look of total absorption on Nic’s face as he twisted his hand to increase the speed of the droplets and create a cobwebby pattern over her shoulders and the swell of her breasts, Nina knew damned well she’d have cried red. She held her breath to stop the pain spreading.
“Breathe, anima mia, let it fill you. Now.” The last word was harsh. It broke into her panic, and Nina let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The candle flame wavered as the whoosh of air she expelled reached it, and she looked at it in dismay. It couldn’t go out, not now, not when…
When there was no pain. Just a radiant heat that spread over her skin, and dipped deep inside her. She smiled, licked her lips and cleared her throat, as Nic steadied the candle flame and stared down at her, his eyes watchful, his expression showing a tiny hint of vulnerability, and, she decided, pleading.
“More, Sir. I want more.”
He smiled. “Topping from the bottom, anima mia?”
“In that case.” He tilted the candle again.
She flew. Every sting, every tap of pain became pleasure. Nina had no idea when Nic ceased his twist and drip act with the candle, until she felt the ties on her arms and legs removed, and she was snuggled in a blanket on Nic’s lap.
He stroked her hair as she sighed, and blinked a few times. The room was still in shadow, and silent. Any watchers had either left or were being very quiet.
Nina considered. Was good the right word? It seemed too mild for what she’d just experienced. Her body buzzed with tiny darts of pleasure, and her brain was fuzzy, as if she’d eaten too much, and drunk one glass too many. But in a perfect sated, complete way. As a sub when she had played before, she’d never ever felt so deeply. Never lost her sense of surroundings or what was happening. This time had been oh so different.
“I don’t know that good is the right word, Sir.” She yawned and put her hand over her mouth. She could sleep for a week if she had the chance. “Good is too weak. I’ve never felt like that. I floated, I felt, and I just let myself be.” She hesitated, unsure of how to express that feeling of rightness. “Be part of the pleasure that the pain gave me. Nothing mattered except knowing you were giving me the experience. That my Sir wanted me to gain all of it and more. That I pleased my Sir.”
Nic’s arms tightened around her.
“Oh you pleased me, anima mia. More than that. You gave your all. What more could a Dom want but to see his pet, his partner, his anima mia fly?”
Where you can find Nina’s Dom
Enjoyed the excerpt. Congrats to Raven!
Yes! Big congrats to Raven. Thanks for stopping by, Kay. 🙂