But first a word from the wonderful Raven McAllan herself!
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.
Blurb:
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.
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?"
"You bet."
"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.
"Good?"
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?"
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