VBT ~ Offside by Bianca Sommerland

The Perfect Dom

The Perfect Dom.... doesn’t exist. Thanks for coming, it’s been fun!

No, seriously, before I get into the topic, I want to thank Kally for having me. Her invitation to write whatever I wanted—no holds barred, be naughty!—had me rubbing my hands together and laughing like Gargamel from the Smurfs. Scared my kids a little, but I’ll leave that story for another time! ;)

All right, so I love Doms—and Dommes, but I’ll stick with ‘he’ to keep things simple. I love the little frisson of pleasure I get when a command from one of my Doms comes from the place in my head where they reside, and goes straight to my fingertips and appears onscreen. Like these:

(Dominik Mason—Team enforcer—hero from Book 1):

Dominik's fingers tightened around the nape of her neck. "When I give commands, you'll obey."  

Or this from Dean Richter (The Cobra’s general manager—hero from Book 2):

"I want you naked. Physically. Mentally." He curved his hand around her throat with just enough pressure to open her eyes and quicken her pulse. "Don't try to hide from me, Silver. I won't allow it."

Last example, Sebastian Ramos (Defenseman—hero from Book 3) dealing with Luke Carter (Left Winger—hero from Book 3):

"You will do as I say, Luke." A swift motion and Seb had his hand in Luke's hair, jerking his

head back painfully, his dark eyes narrow as he leaned down. "We can start with a kiss."

Luke twisted and winced. The man wasn't letting go. "I'd rather suck your dick."

Seb smiled. "Well, I am willing to negotiate."

Something about these men, in these situations, makes me feel like if they were my real Doms (plural on purpose! <g>) I would never disobey. I would be a good little subbie and trust that each and every command would be for my own good. And every scenario would end in hot, toe-curling, mind-numbing, drippy girlie-bit sex.

The thing is, a story isn’t made up of those moments alone. And neither is life. No matter how well a Dom can read a sub in a scene, realistically, he’ll sometimes miss things. Day to day life isn’t set up like a scene, with all the different possible outcomes carefully planned for. This has been said before, but I think it’s worth repeating. Doms are people to. They have bad days. They make mistakes.

In OFFSIDE, I was given an opportunity to see how an amazing man, an experienced Dom, and wonderful lover, could be less than perfect without making him any less dreamy!  

This scene between Zach and Becky made me smile. Because love doesn’t stem from perfection. It grow in raw earth, full of rocks, fertilizer, with strong roots that can fight off the stranglehold of weeds. Fragile things grow in perfectly manicured gardens, but the flowers that bloom year after year are made of tougher stuff.

As is a love worth holding on to:

“What is it, Zach? I’m in a bit of a hurry. I can’t very well go represent the team like this.” She gestured to the rumpled jeans and t-shirt, utterly disgusted with herself now. This wasn’t like her. Running late, dressed all wrong, completely frazzled. I’m too old for this!

But then Zach looked at her, with his pale green eyes telling her, before he said the words, how sorry he was. “You’re right. I screwed up and I had no right to make that decision for you. This isn’t how I want things to be between us. I want us to fit into one another’s lives, not complicate them. I’m sorry.”

Damn it. If he’d done the typical man thing, apologizing just to shut her up, she could have walked out that door without looking back. But he meant every single word. She shook her head, fighting to hold back a smile. How could she stay mad at him?

“I forgive you.” She patted his scruffy cheek, then rose up on her tiptoes for a quick kiss. “Just don’t do it again.”

He chuckled, hooking his finger to the back of her jeans before she could skirt away. “One thing first.”

“Yes?”

His breath on the back of her neck stirred all the tiny hairs. His low voice in her ear made her breath catch. “You’re fucking sexy when you’re all worked up.”

She swallowed, suddenly not sure she really wanted to rush out. “I really shouldn’t be shouting at my Dom.”

“Ah, but it’s allowed when your Dom’s being an idiot.”

**happy sigh** See, this is a Dom, a MAN, I could see myself falling in love with. Not a perfect Dom who can do no wrong, because the way I see it, if he can do no wrong than I am the only one making mistakes. I’d have to be the perfect sub and that doesn’t appeal to me at all.

To me, the ‘Perfect Dom’ is considerate, loving, understanding, and attentive. He is all the things you’d want from any man worth spending your life with. Neither his flaws, nor yours, make what you have any less precious. During play you kneel to him, you surrender. But in everything else, you are the woman he needs by his side.

Even when he fucks up. ;)

And so begins the OFFSIDE Blog Tour! Again, a big thank you to Kally for helping me kick off this month long event! I’m so excited to share this book with you all. To celebrate, I’ve put together some awesome prizes, including either a copy of the Dartmouth Cobras Box Set (which includes the first three Cobra books for those who haven’t read them) or a copy of OFFSIDE (The Dartmouth Cobras #4). Comment for your chance to win!

Blurb: 

A pace ahead of the play can send you back to the start. And put everything you’ve worked for at risk.

Single mother and submissive Rebecca Bower abandoned her career as a sports reporter to become a media consultant with her brother’s hockey team. A failed marriage to a selfish man makes her wary of getting involved with another. Unfortunately, chemistry is hard to deny, and all her hormones are dancing when she gets close to the Cobra’s sniper, Scott Demyan.

Zachary Pearce ‘came out’ to the world last season to shift attention away from a teammate. And his one night with Scott Demyan had been unsettling. There could be more there, if only Scott was a different person. Instead, a night of sensual BDSM play with Becky leaves him wanting more, but she thinks he’s gay and questions his interest. It’s been a long time since a woman has attracted him both as a man and a Dom, and he’ll do everything in his power to prove she’s the only one he needs. Or wants. His one time with Scott was a mistake.

Scott might have forgotten what happened in his childhood, but the effects linger, and he specializes in drunken one-night stands…until he meets Zach and Becky and sees what he’s missing. But neither one believes Scott can be faithful. Although he’s trying hard to clean up his act to avoid getting kicked off the team, they want more from him. He’s willing to make changes, but the most important one—putting their happiness before his own—means he’ll probably end up alone.

Excerpt:

“Good. Then shall we start? Do you understand what I expect from you?”

“Don’t move. Don’t speak unless for clarity or to safeword.”

“Excellent.” He gave her a slanted smile, then slowly circled the table, his hand moving in an outline of her body without touching her. “That dress looks lovely on you.”

“Thank you.” She groaned when he clucked his tongue. “Sorry, Sir.”

“Do you often have difficulty submitting?”

She shook her head.

“Hmm. I see.” He stopped by her side. Drew his finger up her arm from her inner wrist to her elbow. She twitched. Clenched her fists. “But you are finding it difficult to obey me?”

“No, Sir.”

“Neither safeword or clarification.” He smoothed his hand over her cheek. “All the Doms you’ve been with haven’t asked for much, have they? No don’t answer.” His tone was rough, but not with anger. More . . . carefully restrained. “I’d love to push you. Challenge you. But not yet. First you have to prove you can handle this.”

She almost said, ‘I can’, but then remembered she wasn’t supposed to say anything. The restrictions suddenly felt more imposing than any gag or restraint. She settled into the sensation, relaxing because giving him what he’d asked for was really, very simple. No guesswork involved.

The approval in his eyes was like a bright golden star bursting in the center of her chest. She inhaled deep and held her breath, waiting to see what he’d do next.

He circled the table again, stopping at her other side. Hooking his fingers to the thick straps of her dress above her shoulders, he pulled it down, moving her as he pleased, taking one arm, then the other until both were free of the dress. Only the neckline covered her breasts as he placed her arms. Her nipples tightened into sensitive little points as she waited for him to expose them, but instead he walked to the end of the table and traced his fingertips down the soles of her feet.

A giggle escaped her, and she squirmed as he did it again.

“Be still.”

And again. It tickled, but she pressed her eyes shut, ground her teeth, and fought not to move. His hand curved around her feet and she bit back a groan as he pressed his thumbs into her soles. He stroked, massaged, then tickled, alternating until the pleasure edged on torture. Yet, somehow, she kept still. Sank into a place where all that mattered was his touch. As it moved up to her calves, she sank even deeper, responding to his slow, even breaths, to his soft praise. She needed to know she had it in her to please him. To be everything he needed and wanted by doing nothing but what came naturally.

“I was right. You are precious.” He kissed her bare shoulder, then rolled the material of her dress down over her breasts. “This isn’t just sex for you. It’s so much more.”

“Yes.” She absorbed the satisfaction in his tone like earth after a drought soaked in rain. She knew she shouldn’t speak, but she had to make sure he wasn’t just doing this for her. “Am I . . . do I make you happy?”

“More than I can say.” He lowered his head to her breasts, resting his forehead between them. He kissed the side of one breast and she shivered. The sensation was both tender and erotic. Lingering, building as he kissed his way up to her nipple. “Don’t forget what I’ve asked of you.”

Don’t move.

Pleasure speared her as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her eyes teared as she struggled not to arch up. As she pressed her lips together.

“No man or woman has pleased me as much as you have.”

He pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb as he sucked the other.

“I won’t be easy on you, little doe.”

He shifted down her body, drawing the hem of her dress up over her hips, over her belly, kissing the exposed flesh as he worked his way down.

“But if you are mine . . . .”

His fingers traced the edge of her panties, along the sides of her pussy lips, close to where the material had grown damp. He bit down just above the slight swell of her stomach, rubbing her panties into her clit.

  “I will give you what no one else can.”

The muscles in her thighs tensed. Pleasures curled up in her core, sizzling like a live wire in a shallow pool, electricity zipping across the surface.

“Come for me, little doe. Lose yourself. Give up control. It belongs to me.”

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For more of the Dartmouth Cobras, visit their website: www.TheDartmouthCobras.com

Author's website: www.Im-No-Angel.com

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Offside Blog Tour Schedule 


3/25 Kallypso Master
3/28 Mama Kitty
3/29 Mary’s Naughty Whispers
4/1 We Love Kink
4/2 Illustrious Illusions
4/3 Siobhan Muir Blogspot
4/5 Love of Bookends/ You Gotta Read Reviews
4/8 Romance Book Craze
4/9 Tattoo Book Review
4/10 Angel Payne Writes
4/11 Shayna Renee’s Spicy Read
4/12 Jeep Diva
4/15 Alannah Lynne
4/16 Cocktails and Books
4/17 Reviews by Tammy and Kim, Under the Covers Book Review
4/19 Lincoln Loft Book Store
4/22 Twinsie Talk, Coffee Time Romance
4/24 Way Too Hot Reviews
4/25 RomFan Reviews

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