Thursday, January 31, 2013

Chocolate, Roses, and Handcuffs Giveaway Hop

Welcome to the Chocolate, Roses, and Handcuffs Giveaway Hop hosted by Holly at Full Moon Bites, Cari Silverwood, and Kallypso Masters!

Full Moon Bites

Before we get to the kinky (a totally unedited sneak peek at Somebody's Angel, Rescue Me #5, coming out in 2013), I want to update you on some exciting things going on in Kally's world.

Don't miss your chance to interact with me in an on-internet radio call-in show Feb. 9. (See option 2 for how to enter to win a chance to participate.) 

Virtual Signing for Personalized Books

I know not everyone will make it to one of my many book signings this year, so in the next week or so and through Feb. 28, I'll be having a Virtual Signing on my Web site. This will be your opportunity to have me send you (or your friends) signed, personalized copies of one or more of the paperbacks in the Rescue Me series. The first four e-books have been published in three trade paperbacks and they are beautiful! Watch social media for announcements for the signing's kickoff--or just pop over there to check. The earliest we'll be ready is Tuesday, because we still have some things beyond our control to work out (such as the ability to accept credit card payments). 

In mid to late March, I'm going to be opening the Kally Swag store (also accessed via my Web site) where you will be able to order all kinds of cool things from apparel, aprons, key chains, evil sticks (as used by Sir Damian in Nobody's Perfect), signed copies of the paperback books in the Rescue Me series (without the personalization you will get at the semi-annual virtual signings, though), and who knows what else I'll come up with as new items are added monthly. Soon you can proudly proclaim yourself a Masters Brat at your book club, conventions, conferences, or anywhere you'd like! (The above image is an art proof of the stickers that will go on my swag bags and some of the items sold at the store--so the dotted lines will come out.)

Kally's Personal Appearances

I also am gearing up to begin the year's conference/convention travel and at each stop will try to make sure there are some added opportunities for me to meet readers. Feb. 21 to March 2, I'll be deep in the heart of Texas with a number of opportunities to meet you and to sign copies of my books. Keep watching the Appearances page at my Web site. There are some additional February and March events not yet firmed up that we'll add next week (I hope). In addition to the Sassy Seven Author's Naughty Sleepover (Feb. 22-24 in San Antonio, TX--sorry, registration has closed, I believe), I'll also be at the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention (May 1-5 in Kansas City, MO--I'm signing on May 2 at the Expo!), Authors After Dark (Aug. 14-18 in Savannah, GA), and the Indie Romance Convention (Oct. 4-6 in Lebanon, TN). I'm also planning some special get-togethers in California in May and September and hope to do a signing in Denver in May, as well.

Now, who wants a little kink? This is an UNEDITED excerpt from the beginning of Somebody's Angel. Those who have finished Nobody's Perfect (Rescue Me #4) are aware that the fifth book in the series will parallel the timeline for Perfect beginning at the New Year's weekend in Aspen then continues until beyond where Perfect ended.

The first book in the Rescue Me series, Masters at Arms, is free always and the second book, Nobody's Angel, may still be free at Amazon from a January promotion, so everyone be sure to grab those if you don't already have them or you need the updated versions. (Nov. 30 is the final update for the first three books in the series and Jan. 15 for Nobody's Perfect. Now that the books are in paperback--no more revisions!) Click here for info about the series and buy links to available booksellers.

Excerpt from Somebody's Angel 
(Rescue Me #5--coming out in 2013)

Twenty minutes later, they were upstairs in their suite. Angelina released a huge sigh. Everyone in the lobby seemed to be watching her. She was uncertain which were members of Marc's family and which were staff. Apparently, the family hadn't been alerted as to their time of arrival. Odd, but it wasn't as if they had shown up at his family's home unannounced. This resort was huge. They could probably hide out for a week without being found.

Enough fantasizing. She'd have to face them sooner or later. Dinner tonight, Marc had said.


Angelina looked up at Marc, furrowing her eyebrows. "Enough what?"

"Enough worrying. They are going to love you as much as I do, cara. This tug-of-war in your head has to end. Now."


"The only butt I want right now is yours over my knee. Strip."

Her heart thudded and she let her coat puddle at her feet. "Yes, Sir."

She pulled the heavy sweater over her head, hearing the static crackling her hair. He'd insisted she go braless this morning—and he'd copped a few feels on the drive to Aspen. So, in seconds, she was half naked. His gaze lowered to her breasts and her nipples puckered.

Marc reached out to touch one nipple and the static electricity discharged, causing her to inhale sharply and pull away from the pain. He laughed. "We'll have to explore the violet wand in the playroom or club sometime."

While not on her list of hard limits, she'd never liked the idea of his using electricity on her body. If that tiny spark to her nipple had hurt that much, imagine what it would feel like with currents coursing through her entire body.

Angelina shuddered and reached for her pleated skirt's waistband, until he stayed her hand. "Leave the skirt. Lose the tights."

Her pussy muscles tightened. Mio Dio. As she anticipated his bare hand on her equally bare butt, her breathing became rapid and shallow. She needed this so badly after stressing over this meeting since Christmas. Well, after Christmas maybe. That day had been wonderful and they returned home to enjoy a special treat in the upstairs playroom, complete with candy canes. She'd never look at those giant candy sticks or their curved smaller counterparts the same way again.

Reaching up under the skirt, she snagged the waistband of her black tights with her thumbs and quickly shimmied them down over her butt to her knees before she sat on the bed to remove her shoes and take the tights the rest of the way off. She wore no panties, another of Marc's commands this morning cluing her in that they would be playing at some point today. But on cold days like this one, he allowed her to wear tights if they'd be outside.

He'd always seemed to know how uncomfortable and unsteady she was in fuck-me stiletto heels, though, and only required them in certain playroom scenes at home that required little or no walking. A very considerate Dom.

When she dropped the tights onto the floor, his gaze roamed over her bare breasts and calves, heating her.

"Stand and present yourself."

Angelina stood, cast her gaze to the floor in front of her, and planted her feet slightly more than shoulder-width apart. Her hands grasped her elbows behind her back, causing her breasts to jut out. Marc's warm hands cupped her breasts and he pinched her nipples until she gasped.

"I love your tits."

So I've noticed. "Thank you, Sir."

He lowered his mouth to one, taking the nipple between his teeth and tugging until she nearly lost her footing, even though she was barefoot.

He stood and sighed, as if regretting he didn't have time to continue exploring her breasts, and then he went to toy bag and unzipped it. When he pulled out one of his paddles, she almost took an involuntary step back. The paddle? Why? She hadn't been bad.

Marc sat down on the edge of the bed and laid the wooden paddle on the bedspread beside him. The turquoise-colored bedspread enhanced the mirror image of the word "MINE." That word soon would be imprinted in red on her butt. She hated the sting of that paddle. Damn Luke for making it, even though he had given it to Angelina so that she would be the one to present it to Marc, if she chose to. She could have withheld it, but the sentiment seemed sweet at the time. She'd get her revenge on dear, sweet Luke some day.

"Kneel." He tossed a pillow from the bed in front of him, between his knees.

She was permitted to use her hands to get into a new position, so she released her elbows and used her hands on his knees to ease herself down onto the pillow. Once steady, her hands returned to clasp her elbows at her lower back.

"Remove my shoes." She untied and removed the Guccis he had pulled from the back of the closet this morning. He didn't usually wear them at home. She set them beside her discarded coat and sweater.

"You need to take your mind off dinner tonight. Please me with your mouth."

Releasing her hands again, she eased down the zipper of his black [EXPENSIVE ITALIAN BRAND] pants. Reaching inside the opening, she pulled out his penis. She'd never grow tired of the sight of him, large and stiff for her. He leaned back on his elbows and she looked up at him.

Marc grinned. "No hands."

Angelina scooted a little closer, knowing she'd need to support her chest if she wanted to have any control over the depth he could penetrate her mouth. As if licking a melting ice-cream cone, she let the tip of her tongue trace the engorged vein along the length of him, then returned to the head. His hiss and the bobbing of his penis told her she'd pleased him. He had been a little tense about this visit, too, so perhaps he needed this time as much as she did.

Releasing all thoughts of meeting his family, Angelina leaned as far forward as she could and wrapped her lips around the head of his penis, pulling him toward her then taking him deeper. At this angle, it was difficult to take him into her throat, so she concentrated on the head, flicking her tongue around the rim and the notch on the underside. He bobbed again and she tasted his salty pre-cum. She grew wet thinking about having him inside her. Soon, she hoped.

"Your mouth is so hot, Amore.

Emboldened by his words, she sucked the head harder and he hissed again, pumping his hips up until the tip of his penis hit the roof of her mouth. She loved pleasing her Dom this way and he loved it, too.

Suddenly, he placed his hands on either side of her face and pulled her away. Puzzled, she looked up at him.

"I don't want to come in your mouth or on your face. We don't have a lot of time to clean up. Stand, pet."

She maneuvered herself to her feet and took a step back before resuming her presentation position, unsure what he wanted her to do next.

Marc stood as well, kicking the pillow away, and unbuckled his belt. He released the button. "Remove my pants."

Unclasping her hands, she reached out and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his pants and lowered them. As usual, he went commando and his penis stood out, fierce and erect, surrounded by tufts of dark curly hair. Impulsively, she placed a kiss on the tip as she continued to pull down his pants.

"You did not have permission to do that, pet."

Marc sat down so she could pull the pant legs the rest of the way off. She fought the urge to straddle him. They were being formal now and she needed to do as she was told. She'd learned a lot about discipline living with him these last few months. She needed to remember her training and not let her impulses get the better of her, or she probably would pay for it. She glanced at the paddle again.

"Across my lap. Now."

Angelina swallowed hard and lay across his lap wutg his penis poking into her stomach and her body evenly distributed on either side of his thighs. Her hair hung loose and curtained her face—not that he could see her anyway. She felt herself grow wet, anticipating the sting of his hand on her butt.

"Hands on the floor."

Shit. She didn't like that position, because it left her with very little control—so open and vulnerable. However, she did as he'd ordered and placed her hands flat on the floor. His penis now pressed against her pubic bone and each swat of his hand would send a jolt to him, as well.

He lifted her short skirt and his warm hand caressed her butt. She squirmed when his fingers traced the crack to the swollen folds of her pussy.

"So damned wet for me, pet. Thank you."

"No, thank you, Sir, for making me wet."

His finger slid inside her opening and she squeezed him in welcome. They hadn't made love this morning and she wanted him inside her so badly. However, it wouldn't happen for a while at least. Perhaps not for hours—even days. Sometimes he preferred to leave her wanting and needing for long periods before he gave her the relief she so desperately needed. He pulled out his finger and she hoped he'd touch her clit now and give her some relief.


Not expecting the spanking to start so suddenly, her breath hitched in surprise.


His hand came down on her other butt cheek equally hard and she squeezed her cheeks together. Several more swats rained down on her in quick succession and she held her breath as the familiar warmth spread over her bottom.

"Open wider for me, pet."

Oh, no. She hated when he struck directly on her pussy or clit. Knowing it would only be worse if she didn't respond quickly, she angled her left leg toward his knee, exposing herself to him fully.


"Oh, mio Dio!" His hand struck directly on her clit and she jerked, trying to avoid the next blow. Swat! No such luck. Tears ran down her nose. The release of tension as he continued to spank her left her sobbing, then the familiar euphoria she'd come to experience left her floating. Bliss.


The paddle landed on her left cheek and surprised her, stinging her sore skin and bringing her back to the present with a vengeance. How long had she zoned out?


The pain burning in her butt caused her to clench her cheeks, which only made the fire burn even hotter. New tears flowed.

Cool air blew over her burning cheeks; Marc was finished with the spanking. His cool breath only caused gooseflesh to break out, increasing her pain level. He knew it, too. She jumped as the cold aloe he used after spanking her made contact with her sore ass, but soon it helped take the sting away.

His hand stroked her back in a soothing manner as he waited for the ointment to dry. She hiccupped.

"Shhh, pet." Marc helped her off his lap and she went into his arms as he sat her on his lap and enfolded her in his arms. Her butt stung, but she only wanted to be held. He stroked her hair and she laid her head against his shoulder, accepting his gentle ministrations.

"You're mine, pet."


Blog Hop Contests (3 Ways to Win Prizes!)

I am offering you three ways to win prizes during the Chocolate, Roses, and Handcuffs Giveaway Blog Hop. 1) One lucky winner will be chosen from entries in the Rafflecopter here at my blog to win a signed copy of one of the first three Rescue Me series paperbacks AND a 1/2 pound box of Kentucky Bourbon Balls* (the ultimate in chocolate--with a twist). Open to INT (international) entries!

*NOTE: An alternate prize will be substituted for the bourbon balls for those living in hot climates (can't ship them where they'll melt on the tarmac!) or for those who are allergic to pecans. (NO one can be allergic to bourbon, right?) Therefore, the winner will choose between the chocolates or a $20 Gift Card to an online bookseller that permits gift cards (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance eBooks, etc.). The paperback of the winner's choice will ship wherever the winner lives--only the winner will melt with that prize.  

2) I'm participating in an internet Radio game show called the Authors Giving Back Valentine Bash on Feb. 9. I need to choose one person to participate in the event to vie for prizes during the game. So, if you like to play games and would like to be on the radio, please leave a comment below with your e-mail address telling me WHY you want to be chosen. Please note that being chosen doesn't win you any prizes. You'll have to participate in the radio show to do that. (I'll send you more info as soon as I know more myself.) I may may choose an alternate as a standby in case the person chosen first isn't available or doesn't call in at the appointed time during the 7-9 p.m. Eastern US time slot on Feb. 9.

Winners in the above two contests will be chosen early Feb. 8 and will be notified via e-mail shortly thereafter. (The Rafflecopter giveaway will prompt you for an e-mail, but you'll need to remember to leave one with your comment below for the e-book giveaway. Time is of the essence, because I need to get the name of the person to the game-show organizer, Ruth Cardello, as early as possible on the 8th.)

3) And be sure to visit Full Moon Bites to find out how you can win more prizes from Kally AND many others in the Chocolate, Roses, and Handcuffs hop. She's giving away another box of chocolates AND a set of all three Rescue Me paperbacks (or a $50 Gift Card to an online bookseller). But there are many more great prizes being offered, too.  

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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Author Spotlight - Red Phoenix with a contest

Today I would like to welcome Red Phoenix to the blog.  

How do you come up with such different stories? 

Readers have asked how I write such varied tales from ménage, BDSM, young love to paranormal. The answer is easy, my stories come to me like songs. I hear a whisper, it begins to formulate, then characters come to me and begin to speak. My job is simply to listen, incorporate my own experiences into the tale and type away. Although there are aspects of myself revealed in every story I write, the characters propel the story forward in ways I don’t expect. I decide the final destination, but they dictate how I get there.

Brie Pleases her New Master (After Graduation, #1)


Find out what happens after the elevator doors close… Brie and her new Master are now free to explore life as a D/s couple. Although Brie graduated from the Submissive Training Center top of her class, she soon finds she still has a lot to learn. A rival Dom cannot accept her choice of Master and will not let her go without a fight. Brie’s generous heart steers her in the wrong direction when the Wolf comes to call.

This first novelette of Brie’s ‘After Graduation’ series explores the lessons, love, and lust unleashed upon the newly collared sub.

Extended Description:

Brie is euphoric after choosing her Master. Now the two can freely explore their love for one another outside the walls of the Center. Master teaches her the meaning of true possession. He also opens up to Brie, sharing a painful aspect of his past. She is shocked to learn his secret, but is determined to love him through it. Unfortunately for Brie, things start to get complicated when Faelan reenters the picture.

* Future installments of the Brie ‘After Graduation’ series will answer questions about the characters you have grown to love. Find out what’s been happening with the other Doms at the Training Center, learn about Lea’s experience working there, and how Blonde Nemesis is faring after her betrayal. There is even a visit to Russia on the horizon...

(I have replaced the Dom's name with Master to protect those who have yet to read Brie Learns the Art of Submission. Although I highly recommend it, because this new series won't be near as fun if you aren't familiar with the characters.)

“Walk to the window.”
Brie rocked off her heels and stood up, floating on clouds as she made her way to the expansive window. She felt the weight of [Master’s] stare on her and trembled at the intensity of it. There was an acute sense of vulnerability in being naked in front of the huge window, especially with a similar high-rise just right of the building.
In a deep voice he commanded, “Spread your legs shoulder-width apart, put your hands on the window and lean forward so that your nipples touch the glass.”
She opened her legs and put her palms on the cold window, leaning slowly forward until her nipples made contact with the chilly glass. Brie gasped softly and waited for his next instruction, but he gave none. She watched [Master] through the reflection of the window as he stood and admired her while sipping his martini.
The wait, the anticipation, combined with his lustful scrutiny, made Brie exceedingly wet. She closed her eyes, chagrined when she felt a trickle of her excitement run down her leg. Brie was desperate for him, her nipples aching with need, stimulated by the pressure and temperature of the glass.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard [Master] walk out of the room and the distinct sound of the martini glasses being placed on a granite counter. It begins…
“Don’t move or speak, but you are allowed to come,” he murmured as he drew close. Brie bit her lip when [Master] lightly traced her shoulder with his fingertips, her whole body concentrating solely on his touch. She continued to sneak peeks at him in the reflection, enjoying the erotic contrast of her being completely nude while he remained in his tux, minus the jacket.
[Master’s] hand trailed down her back and over the swell of her ass. Brie had to consciously stifle her cry when his demanding fingers pressed into her sex and he felt the extent of her need.
His grunt was low and passionate. “Your body betrays you. You stand quiet and demure, but inside you are a raging firestorm of desire.”
She struggled to keep quiet when he began playing with her pussy, already oversensitive from need of him. With his expert fingers, he quickly brought her to a swift orgasm.
“So soon?” [Master] chuckled lightly in her ear. Then he knelt down on the floor.
Brie about died when she felt his tongue on her still throbbing clit. She made a muffled squeak and closed her eyes tightly, trying to remain upright as he spread her outer lips with his fingers and took a long, drawn-out lick.
“I love the taste of Brie.”
He’s making a joke? She almost burst out in giggles but bit down on her lip hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.
Brie’s legs trembled as [Master] swirled his tongue over her clit, between her dripping inner lips, until he reached that sensitive area between her opening and her sphincter. Her inner muscles contracted powerfully. To have [Master’s] concentrate his oral attention so close to her ass felt enticingly forbidden. Unfortunately, the area was so sensitive that her knees buckled.
[Master] seemed to have anticipated it, because his hands cradled her buttocks as he gave Brie the support she needed to regain her stance. “No moving,” he admonished as she returned to the same spot. Brie gasped when he pressed his fingers onto her clit and rubbed in circles slowly, causing a delicious burn.
She was completely held under his spell, his willing and wanton plaything.
“Come,” he whispered hoarsely from between her legs.
Her body tensed, initially resisting the command. Soon, however, a cold chill settled on Brie, traveling through her body just before she exploded in a second release, far more powerful than the first. He licked her clit as it pulsed against his tongue.
With a will of iron, she stayed in place and only made small, whimpering gasps. As the last contraction reverberated through her small frame, [Master] growled lustfully, “Your ass calls to me.”

Available on Amazon, B&N, and Smashwords.

I am a happily married woman who believes (based on personal experience) that love conquers all. It is a running theme in my writing. One thing you will notice about my work, I'm all about variety. If a character beseeches me to write his/her story, I willingly give myself over no matter the genre or subject ~ as long as it includes hot, steamy sex. ;)

You can find Red Phoenix interacting with her witty fans on:

Twitter: @redphoenix69
Facebook: Red Phoenix


It would be my joy to give away 3 eBook copies of Brie Learns the Art of Submission. The 484 pages of hotness will expose you to a wide variety of BDSM scenes and introduce you to the endearing characters that will play important roles in the new series.

But like any good Mistress, I must make you work for your prize. To be eligible for one of the novels, you must leave a comment – but not just any comment. I would like you to share if you consider yourself a submissive, Dominant or Switch, and if you are daring (not required) tell me why.

* Leave your comment with your email address and you are entered to win. Winners will be chosen on Tuesday next and contacted via email.

Thanks Red for visiting!

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Author Spotlight ~ Cassandra Carr with a contest

Today I would like to welcome Cassandra Carr to the blog. 

MASTER CLASS by Cassandra Carr
Publisher: Loose Id
ePublish date: 12/11/2012
ISBN: 978-1-62300-068-4
Word count: 47,250

Genre: BDSM Contemporary


Ryan Tomasi feels like a failure. His marriage is officially over; the ink dried on the divorce decree. His friend Jack introduces him to BDSM and he agrees to attend a Halloween party at a club. A submissive approaches him, offering herself, and how can he refuse the kneeling beauty? They do a whirlwind scene and Ryan is addicted—both to dominance and to her.

Lisette Rinaldo is returning to the BDSM club for the first time since ending a bad relationship with her former master. She spots Ryan and is taken by the combination of self-assurance and nervousness the man displays as he takes in his surroundings. And after he gives her an incredible re-introduction to the lifestyle, she knows she needs to see the man again.

Ryan and Lisette explore each other and the lifestyle, but what started out as playtime quickly evolves into something more. The problem? Ryan isn’t ready to get serious again and Lisette doesn’t want to fall in love with a guy who can’t give all of himself to her. Both of them are going to have to break out of the bonds holding them back from happiness.


“What the fuck is an acceptable costume to wear to a Halloween party at a BDSM club?” 

Ryan Tomasi muttered aloud to himself. He did that a lot these days, since he lived alone after his recent divorce. 


From his Internet research, he knew people who practiced BDSM—the term “practice” cracked him up every time—already dressed in some pretty outrageous outfits. Between the leather daddies and the pony play, as well as the other strange getups he’d seen online, Ryan wasn’t sure what to think. Full-body latex encasement? He shuddered.
But one thing was clear. He couldn’t keep fucking random women and feel good about it or himself. The whole mess had started after Ryan’s now ex-wife had blindsided him with divorce papers about a year ago, saying she didn’t love him anymore. The fact he’d loved her and had wanted to work on the marriage apparently wasn’t good enough, and Ryan found himself living in a rented house with nothing but his recliner and a futon to sleep on. Over the past year, he’d done what he could to rebuild his life, and now it was time to take the next step.

Ryan needed to find someone for more than a one-night stand and, it seemed, someone who wanted to submit to him, since he’d found he really liked some of this BDSM stuff, especially the dominating side. He felt like a fool on the bar scene, and he really wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of guy, though that had been his MO lately. He’d never even known there was a whole formal “thing” like BDSM until his friend Jack, a fellow professor at the college where Ryan taught English literature, had asked one day, while Ryan was lamenting his pathetic sex life, if he’d ever engaged in any BDSM activities. Ryan had been taken aback, to say the least. He’d thought that kind of thing was limited to porn. Real people didn’t get kinky like that, did they? Hell, he’d gotten married at twenty-two and had been with his ex-wife for almost fifteen years. It appeared he didn’t know shit about sex—kinky sex scene in particular.

Ryan had been shocked when Jack offered to let Ryan see what his submissive, Callie, and Jack did in some of their “scenes” so that Ryan could get a feel for what domination was all about. Jack didn’t allow any actual intercourse or other sexual contact between him and Callie when they got together, which Ryan totally understood, so there was a little bit missing from what he wanted to experience after reading how great the sex could be.
But just watching the way Jack dealt with Callie, and then having the opportunity to try a bunch of things out himself during subsequent play sessions with the two of them, had given Ryan a light at the end of what had been a very dark tunnel since the ex had walked out on him. He believed he’d finally found what he was looking for; what he’d been missing his entire life. The high from a woman submitting to him was the most natural, yet most powerful thing he’d ever felt, and Callie wasn’t even his submissive. What would that feel like?

Shaking out of his reverie, Ryan decided reinforcements were in order and called Jack. 

“Hey, man.”

“What’s up?”

“Am I interrupting anything?” He was almost afraid to ask.

Jack laughed. “If you’re asking me if Callie is tied up somewhere waiting for me to fuck her six ways to Sunday, no, you’re not interrupting anything. That’s later.”

“TMI, dude, TMI. Anyway, I need help.”

“You need a lot more than help.”

“Yeah, yeah. Seriously, I need to know what a Dom should wear to this Halloween party.”

“Uh, clothes? Usually only the submissives are naked.”

“Are you going to help or not? You’re the one who said I should go to this.” Ryan knew Jack was just messing with him, but as this Halloween party was his “coming out” of sorts as a Dom, he didn’t want to make a fool of himself.

“All right. I’ll take pity on you. What types of costumes are you looking at? What will make you feel comfortable?”

Ryan snorted. “Not sure anything can do that. I’m nervous as hell.”

“Remember, a Dom needs to portray an air of confidence. If you don’t, no sub is going to trust you enough to play with you.”

“I know. And by the time I get there, I’m sure I’ll be a lot calmer. I’ve been pretty good when I’ve played with Callie, haven’t I?”

Ryan could practically see the smirk on Jack’s face.

“Yeah, but I was there too. She knows better than to disobey me and that I would keep the play safe. Goes back to that trust issue. Plus, you didn’t have any sexual contact or anything that might’ve freaked you out. Speaking of that, you got your medical test results, right?”

“Yeah. Sent them to the club the other day.”

“Good. They won’t let you in unless you can prove you’re clean. Now, back to the costume. How about something easy like a police officer or a soldier? Some take-charge type of thing would be fitting.”

“Oh, I like the idea of a soldier.” Soldiers were powerful, respected—everything Ryan thought a Dom should project. It was the perfect costume to convey the image he wanted during his first public play. Ryan quickly typed that into the search engine of the costume store. 

“Awesome. They have a pretty cool one.”

“See how simple it is, once you’re not freaking out? I know this is all new and a little scary for you, but remember, kinksters are people too.”

“Yeah, yeah. You guys are going to be there, right?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t let you go into the big, bad world of BDSM all by yourself. Also, I’m your sponsor, so you can’t get in without me anyway this first time.”

“Okay, cool. See you then. And thanks for talking me off the ledge.”


Jack hung up, and Ryan looked over the costume specs. It had a camouflage shirt and pants, along with a set of dog tags. He had black boots already for when he did stuff around the house. Though he wasn’t imposing by any means at five-nine and one-eighty, he wasn’t tiny either. Hopefully the costume would make him look like a bit of a badass. He flexed his bicep. Maybe allow him to show off the muscles he was just starting to develop with regular workouts at the gym over the past several months.

* * * *
On Halloween night Ryan dressed in his costume and drove to the club. Jack and Callie were waiting just inside the doors, and when Jack saw him approach, he spoke to the bouncer, who waved Ryan through without a word. Jack was clad as Zorro, and Callie’s dress, if you could call it that, was liberally scored with slashes. It looked more like a bunch of black bandages than anything else, and Ryan wondered how long Jack would allow her to remain clothed. If he knew Jack—and he felt he did after playing with him several times and spending hours talking to him about BDSM and a whole host of other topics—not long.

He wasn’t sure what was appropriate to say to Callie, so he forced his gaze away from her and greeted Jack, who grinned.

“You can tell her she looks hot. It’s not like you’ve never seen her naked.”

Ryan smiled, relaxing. He pivoted back to her. “You look hot, Callie.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Shall we?”

Jack gestured toward the door at the end of the short hall, and Ryan could hear a bass beat pounding from the other side. He nodded, swallowing thickly. Ryan needn’t have worried, though. As soon as he stepped into the room and looked around, his nerves settled.

I’m home.

The people around him were engaged in all manner of things, but even a cursory glance at the various scenes playing out before him made him finally feel like he was normal. He wasn’t a freak for wanting sex and control like this, despite what his ex-wife had said when he’d suggested some pretty mild stuff to spice up their sex life.

“What do you think?” his friend shouted over the music.

“It’s fucking perfect.” Ryan couldn’t have kept that note of awe out of his voice even if he’d tried.

Jack laughed. “I figured you’d say that. I’ll give you a tour, but we need to do one thing first.”

“What’s that?”

“Lose the shirt. You’ll look way more Dom-ish without it.”

“Dom-ish?” Callie repeated with a chuckle.

“You behave before I decide to leash you,” Jack threatened. “Or maybe we can give Ryan here some more practice with that paddle you hate so much.”

She looked down. “Whatever would please you, Master.”

“Seeing your beautiful ass bright red and ready to be fucked would please me greatly, but we need to babysit Ryan for a bit longer before we can play.”

Ryan pulled off his shirt and stuffed it into his brand-new toy bag. Who would’ve thought a duffel bag he got at an academic conference would come in handy to hold the instruments of pain and pleasure he’d spent a small fortune on?

He followed Jack through the club as the other man pointed out the public play area, the theme rooms, and the staircase to the private rooms upstairs. Then they all went to the bar, which served no alcohol so as to keep the clubgoers sober for play, as Jack explained in answer to Ryan’s puzzled question. They procured soft drinks—drinks were included in the price of the membership—and found a comfy couch that was close enough to the public play area that Ryan had a good view of several scenes taking place. Jack and Ryan sat, and Callie settled on a cushion in front of her Dom.

“That girl,” Jack said, pointing to a submissive tied to a St. Andrew’s cross as a man whipped her from thighs to shoulders, “is a hard-core masochist. As you can see, she’s not wearing a collar, so she’s not owned, but stay away from her. Until you get more comfortable with impact play, all you’ll do is frustrate both of you.”

Ryan nodded, forcing himself not to wince as the man laid another welt on her ass.
“That one,” his friend continued with a jerk of his head at another submissive, “is a horrible topper-from-the-bottom. She’s definitely not a good fit for you as a beginner. I’m not really sure why any Dom would play with her. It would drive me batty to have a sub questioning my every order.”

Jack dismissed a few more for one reason or another as they sipped their beverages. There weren’t a ton of subs running around without collars, and Ryan was beginning to believe none of them would pass Jack’s muster
“She’s a pretty one,” Jack remarked, and Ryan followed his gaze. He nearly swallowed his can of soda pop whole. Pretty didn’t begin to describe the woman. She was a few inches shorter than him, from what he could tell in his current position, and had enough meat on her bones to be curvy. If he was going to be tying a woman up and fucking the hell out of her, he wanted to be sure her ribs wouldn’t crack at the slightest provocation.

Her long brown hair was piled on top of her head, leaving the slim column of her neck exposed. Ryan loved to nibble on women’s necks, and if he had this one restrained, he’d happily spend hours torturing her in that spot. She was wearing what looked like a harem girl outfit, with a jeweled bra and flouncy, gauzy pants. From the looks of things, Ryan was pretty sure she was naked underneath them.

Jack had been speaking with Callie but straightened up. “Callie said her name is Lisette, and she’s an experienced submissive who hasn’t been to the club as far as Callie knows since her split with her Dom a while back. She’s not owned, as you can see from the fact she’s not collared. The lack of a collar doesn’t always mean a sub is not owned, but at open parties like this, all owned submissives must be collared. As you know,” he continued with a grin in Callie’s direction, “some of us can be possessive bastards, and it cuts down on potential problems.”

“Makes sense,” Ryan murmured. His friend’s eyes suddenly widened a little in anticipation, and Ryan turned in the direction of his gaze.

“Hey, do you mind if we go take advantage of that spanking bench? At these parties, equipment doesn’t stay empty long.”

“No, go ahead.”

Jack helped Callie up and landed a hard swat on her ass. “Go get it for us, pet. I’ll be right over.” He turned to Ryan. “Feel free to watch us or anyone else. We should be back within a half hour or so. Callie’s been naughty lately and needs a good dose of the belt.”
Winking, he walked away, and Ryan laughed. Before Jack had agreed to bring Ryan here for public play, he’d insisted on several private sessions at the house he and Callie shared, so Ryan knew Callie’s favorite implement was the belt. He doubted she would be too upset if Jack used it tonight.
A completely naked woman, save for a collar, came by and took their empty soda cans. Ryan gave her a small smile but kept his attention focused on the scenes unfolding around him. Jack was busy tying Callie to the spanking bench, and the masochistic woman was still being whipped—Ryan couldn’t hold back his wince this time at a particularly hard strike—and a male submissive was going to town on his Mistress’s pussy like he was mining for gold. Turning away from them, he saw a female submissive strapped to what Jack had called a bondage table with cane marks decorating her ass in perfectly spaced lines and her Dom’s dick in her mouth. He’d never tried caning, but it looked interesting, if a little scary. Hell, almost everything looked interesting right now.

Ryan continued to watch as Jack bared Callie’s ass and started out lightly flicking the belt across it. He’d explained to Ryan how important it was to warm the bottom up by bringing the blood to the surface to prevent bruising, and Ryan had spent long hours in the past couple of weeks practicing with a pillow and the strap he’d ordered along with the other stuff Jack had said he’d need to be able to play. The club had a nice selection of implements lined up on the walls of the public play area, but Jack had recommended he get used to his own so he didn’t make a mistake and hurt a submissive.

He was just about to rise and make his way back to the bar when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. The submissive Callie had called Lisette knelt directly in front of him, a bottle of water laid on her upturned palms. Ryan raised an eyebrow.

Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr

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Cassandra Carr is a multi-published, award-winning erotic romance writer with Ellora's Cave, Siren, Sybarite Seductions and Loose Id who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Cassandra's book Caught was recently named Best BDSM Book 2011 by LoveRomancesCafe and Impact was named BDSM Book of the Month for May 2012 by BDSM Book Reviews.

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