Today she is answering a question I posed and giving us a sneak preview of her upcoming Masters of the Shadowlands release, If Only. This book will be released by Loose-Id on November 5th!
Oh, and Cherise is giving away one free e-book from her back list to a lucky commenter. The way to enter is at the end of her posting and before the blurb and excerpt.
Ladies of LL&L, thank you so much for having me here today. And thank you, Monette, for dragging out my favorite black leather couch!
Last week, Monette asked me why the heroine in If Only enjoys the role-playing so much?
Because the game is a perfect fit for sassy submissives.
You see, deep down, a submissive wants to please her Dom—she wants that approving expression, the purr of appreciation, the nod of thanks. But some of us also have an urge to rock the boat, to mouth off a little. Or maybe a submissive might enjoy a nice punitive spanking, but doesn’t really want to annoy her Dom?
What’s a good submissive to do?
That’s where role-playing comes in—so many “roles” are based upon challenging or disobedient behavior. The Professor and naughty schoolgirl. The cop and prostitute. The security guard and thief.
Depending on the game, the more the submissive acts out, the more fun both parties have. The mouthier the submissive, the more she gets punished, yes, but being saucy is ‘okay’. Acting out is encouraged. The Dom’s “disapproval” is also just part of the game.
So, the next time you and your dear heart want to enliven things, consider adding role-play. Seriously, haven’t you ever wanted to mouth off to the highway patrol who gave you that ticket? Here’s your chance.
But—do remember to agree on a safeword first. Safe, sane, and consensual, right?
Happy playing! And thanks again to LL&L!
To enter the giveaway for a digital book from my back list, make a comment with a role-play idea you think would be fun to read about.
Thanks, Cherise. Hmm, role play. How about pirate and captive? That’s always a good one. Sheik and his harem girl? Always a favorite. Come on, readers, we know you have a fantasy role play. And don’t forget to read the blurb and excerpt– I’ve had the privilege of reading If Only and it is a fabulous book.
Blurb for Masters of the Shadowlands: If Only
After the last fiasco, Sally gives up. She’ll never find a Dom of her own. Instead the computer whizz is job hunting in between bending the law—just a bit—to unearth the bastards who’d enslaved her friends. The clueless cops and Feds obviously need help.
FBI special agents, Galen and Vance, have waited to play with Sally for a long time. When the mischievous submissive returns to the exclusive Shadowlands BDSM club after an ugly relationship, the experienced co-tops are pleased. Realizing she’s suppressing her emotions, the powerful Doms push her—only to find that her sassiness conceals a scarred and vulnerable heart.
Shaken by the unexpected emotional exposure, Sally flees the demanding Masters and the Shadowlands.
Both Galen and Vance have reasons not to seek a long-term submissive, but when a brutal attack by her ex-Dom sends Sally into their home, the two agents are driven to protect her. To help her. To take her under command. Falling in love isn’t in the plans.
But as the little imp brings light into their lives, they begin to want more…until they discover she’s hacked into an organization that delights in burning people alive.
“Time to start,” Vance said. “Remove your clothes, Sally.”
“Um.” She glanced around as if expecting to see bondage equipment magically appear. “This isn’t a scene area.”
“No. It’s not,” Galen said agreeably. He took a seat on the couch.
She rose, taking a step back so she could face them both. Confrontational—or defensive?
“I prefer to play in the regular areas,” she said.
Galen exchanged a glance with Vance. Wasn’t it a pleasure to keep this one off balance, little Miss Sassy who’d ruled over less experienced Doms.
“This spot is better for what we have in mind,” Vance told her.
Her eyes narrowed. She was obviously considering how far she could push them. Damned if he’d figured her out. Despite her impertinent behavior, she was submissive. Given no choice, she’d relax into giving up control.
“Clothes off now, Sally. Not next week.” Galen leaned back and extended his legs.
After a long hesitation, she stripped off her almost see-through skirt and the scarf she’d wound around her pretty breasts. She wasn’t a big woman but was solidly built. Amply padded with a curvy ass, heavy thighs showing she had some muscle underneath. He smiled as she bent to pick up her clothes. Jiggly, lush ass—Vance’s favorite kind.
As for Galen, he simply liked women’s bodies. Skinny or lush, muscular or soft. Full breasts or thimble-sized.
Naked—beautifully naked—Sally set her hands on her hips and frowned at Galen.
“Is that posture one Master Z teaches the trainees?” Galen asked levelly.
Her face flushed, and her arms dropped. “No, Sir.”
“There’s a relief,” Vance said.
Galen had to suppress a laugh at the flashing anger in her expression. “Come and sit on my lap.”
Her mouth flattened. She really didn’t like them, did she? Then again, he doubted her feelings were personal. She wouldn’t like anyone who’d punished her as they had—and she wasn’t going to enjoy what they’d planned for tonight, either.
With obvious reluctance, she seated herself on his thighs. He let her sit there, rigid as a pissed-off cat. Probably as dangerous.
“Now what?” she asked.
“We’re going to talk a bit, Sally.” Vance pulled his chair closer. “Nothing painful.”
“Lean against me, please,” Galen said. He enjoyed the hell out of making her comply with his voice alone.
Without relaxing a mite, she shifted until her shoulder met his chest.
“You smell good, pet. Like springtime.” He put his arm around her back, holding her still so he could rub his jaw along her neck and inhale the clean fragrance. Almost like green apples. “What’s the name of your perfume?”
“Be Delicious,” she muttered.
He chuckled. “Sounds like an invitation to me.” When he nibbled the top of her shoulder, she jumped.
Vance lifted her legs onto the couch and slid his chair close enough to rest his hand on her thigh. They wouldn’t tie her down. But she was a small woman, and their large sizes and positions would give her the feeling of imprisonment.
Now, the true point of this not-scene would begin. “I heard you’re going to get your Master’s degree. In what?”
Her disbelieving stare made him smile. She acted like a mouse cornered by a cat that didn’t immediately pounce.
“A master’s in computers?” Vance prodded. “That’s vague.”
Her cheeks darkened slightly. “Master’s of Digital Forensics.”
Galen blinked at the unexpected answer. The girl was not only smart, but she might be pointing her sights at criminology. “Why that?”
“What exactly interests you?” Vance asked.
“Oh please, I’m not going to talk computers with someone your age. You probably think a mouse pad is where a rodent lives.” She scowled at them. “Is this an interview or what?”
“No, it’s a conversation between two Doms and a rude submissive,” Galen said, barely managing to keep from laughing.
She froze as if shocked to be called on her behavior. After a second, her head bent. “I’m sorry.”
Sally felt Galen’s warm hand stroke her shoulder. She’d annoyed him, but he still handled her gently.
And under his slow touch, her body responded in a way these Doms achieved far too easily. To her unease, Vance moved her legs apart before running his palm up and down her outside thigh.
Two men at once. She’d enjoyed threesomes in the past, but…not with these two. They were—
“So, trainee, what kind of a Dom are you looking for?” Galen asked as if not too interested in her answer. He seemed more engrossed in the way his fingers ran over her collarbone. Her nipples tightened as if begging to be touched as well.
Vance moved his hand higher on her thigh so his fingers dipped into the—dammit—wetness of her pussy. A brush against her clit made her jump.
She tried to move away.
“Stay still, pet,” Vance warned as he pressed a finger up inside her. His thumb rested beside her clit.
Biting her lip, she didn’t move, although her center quaked like force screens were disintegrating. Shields up, Scotty.
“That’s a good girl,” Galen said. Approval turned his voice to velvet.
When he cupped her breast, she realized they’d restrained her in an incredibly intimate fashion.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” Vance’s sapphire eyes met hers. Held hers as he slowly pulled his fingers from her pussy and then thrust deeper.
Despite Sally’s anger at them, heat blossomed in her core.
“Galen asked a question. Answer him.”
Question? Oh, right. Vance’s thumb pressed into the flesh above her clit, so close to where it would really feel good. Question. “Um, I don’t want a Master-type Dom.” I don’t want a Dom at all. Not anymore. “Not if he needs a real slave. I like to play.”
“A Dom just for some fun times in the bedroom? To tie you up and fuck you but not dominate in any other way?” Galen plucked her nipple, then recupped her breast as he waited for her answer.
Her body shimmered with heat. Damn them, they were doing this to her again. She tried to remember what she’d once desired. Before Frank. It didn’t really matter though. She could say anything. “Just for the bedroom.”
Vance slid his fingers in and out. “Odd. Her pussy lie detector says she’s lying.”
Sally stared at him. “You can’t—can’t tell anything like that.”
“The technique isn’t one we’re allowed to research.” Vance smiled. “But it works fine.”
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© Cherise Sinclair
Masters of the Shadowlands: If Only
Releases November 5, 2013 from Loose Id
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