Dear Elyzabeth, thank you for having me here
today to talk about my new release, Spice & Vanilla, this is the darker,
naughtier sister of my previous release, Woman as a Foreign Language, but it
can be read as a complete stand alone.
The BDSM element in Spice and Vanilla came
about in part because I had just finished reading Katerina Ross’ beautiful
novel Tenderly Wicked, so I was in the mood for something a bit spicier than my
previous release, and partly because I had this idea for Raphael, the main
character, that he would be “in two minds about anything”. He’s gender-fluid,
bisexual, and as it turns out, a switch (he is in fact the sort of character
that can piss off absolutely every reader on earth, lol).
I always like sex scenes to carry some of the
character building in my stories. I think sex is one of the most visceral
things we do in life, and the way we have sex with different people and
different sex with the same people at different times can say a lot about us,
about our feelings for our partners and where we are in a relationship. You can
put so much more than smut in a sex scene (although a good amount of smut is
most welcome), and when you stray into BDSM that potential for character
exploration rises tenfold, because there are so many more layers to it. Why do
we feel the need, in a caring, loving relationship, for giving or receiving
pain? Why do power and humiliation become a turn on, even a necessity, at
certain times? And can these things add more to our relationships than just a
passing kinky thrill? Can they possibly become a way to express feelings we
don’t have words for? I do not pretend to have full answers to these questions,
but I did enjoy searching for them in the company of such complex characters as
Raphael and Hugh.
Blurb:
Time was, when Di could dance all night. Time
was, when she could ride any horse in the stable. Time was when she had a
fiancée, a future and a home she loved. Until a silver SUV came out of nowhere
and broke her life in half.
Well concealed under a sarcastic, spiny hide,
Hugh has a darkly romantic, passionate soul. Torn between love and terror, he’s
held the talented, elegant, magnetic Raphael carefully at arm’s length since
the day they met.
Male or female, men or women, kinky or sweet,
top or bottom? Angel or devil? Raphael’s life is a string of unanswered
questions. And Lucie, his long-hidden female self, may bring it all together or
destroy everything he has.
Be warned: cross-dressing, gender-queer,
explicit M/M and M/F sex, anal sex, spanking, flogging, bondage, forced orgasm,
sex toys
Excerpt:
Hugh watched him stroking away with great
contentment. He was totally worn out after a crazy day at work, and it was not
always easy to find the energy to satisfy such an enthusiastic masochist. There
were days when he wished Raphael were a bit less fond of being spanked and
whipped, but he always did his best to oblige him. The thought of his Raphael going out there looking for
release from God-only-knows-whom, and getting hurt for real by some less
scrupulous or talented Dom was just unbearable. Still, tonight he would lie
back and relax. Mostly. I will have to
help him eventually, he thought with a slightly evil grin, but I can take a breather first.
Raphael stroked in perfect tempo. He was one
of the most technically exact musicians Hugh had ever played with, after all.
Too exact, in fact.
It would do him so much good to let go a bit, to just go with the
flow, be wild and imprecise and purely passionate. Then he would not need so much
of this.
Tick—tock—tick—tock—tick—tock, went the
metronome, and Raphael stroked and stroked. It was a good while before Hugh
could tell, from a small furrow between those blond eyebrows, that the
unchanging, slow rhythm was beginning to frustrate him. He smiled a bit wider
and said nothing, devouring his beautiful quarry with his eyes. He watched,
entranced the fluid play of flesh and skin as Raphael’s long pale cock, a nice
ruddy purple by now, sank and reemerged into and from his fist, the velvet-like
foreskin lapping beautifully over the shinier, silky glans, the testicles
bouncing softly to the rhythm as the scrotum was pulled up and released. It was
hard to resist the temptation to throw the whole scene to the devil and just
take that cock in his mouth and suck it empty.
This is without exception the best use a metronome was ever put to.
Raphael’s body was developing a number of
small, charming tics and twitches. He briefly lifted his left knee from the
mattress then relaxed again. His right wrist was pulling on the strap from time
to time, and his breath was coming in slightly ragged bursts.
Still it took a long time. Too much control, thought Hugh, smiling.
Tsk-tsk.
Tick—tock—tick—tock.
He slowly unfolded his hands and moved to sit
between Raphael’s legs. He spit on his middle finger and watched Raphael’s
face, half hopeful, half anxious, as he slowly approached his anus. He didn’t
hurry. He let Raphael wait for it. He would beg, in time, Hugh knew, but there
was no need for that, not yet. He finally pressed his fingertip to the
twitching, tight, live rose of flesh and felt it jolt and spasm. He massaged it
in circles, with relish, and didn’t even try to penetrate it. Raphael was
shaking all over, trying to press down on his finger, but there was just so far
he could stretch, tied as he was. His belly muscles went taut. They were
contracting in random, jerky convulsions. Hugh had never seen anything so
beautiful.
Then Raphael missed a beat. His hand had
picked up pace, ignoring all orders. Raphael whimpered, trying to compensate to
get back in the right tempo. The double change of pace made him squirm all
over. He swallowed twice and missed the beat again. This time Hugh slapped the
inside of his thigh, very hard. Raphael could take a long regular series of
well-spaced blows with relative ease, but a single hard slap coming down out of
the blue like that drew a ragged cry from him.
“You do know what tempo means, I asked?” Hugh
said, in a plain chatty voice. He had never had any taste whatsoever for
histrionics. He was not, he had never been, a theatrical Dom. He wasn’t in it
for setting up a show. He just got the job done.
“Yes. Yes!” said Raphael, a bit frantic. He
managed to stick to the rhythm for a minute longer, until Hugh gently stuck his
finger just within the ring of his anus. All of Raphael’s body twisted, and he
lost all track of the cold, mechanical rhythm of the metronome.
And that is exactly what you need, my love . Too much playing by the
rules, too much fucking control. You need to find your own tempo, and just let
go.
Five or six fast hard strokes followed. Hugh
slapped him twice, on his thigh, and, when he turned suddenly, on his butt. And
then Raphael came, on the third slap, as he flopped flat on his back again,
crying out in pleasure or pain, or both. It was hard to tell. Semen spurted out
in beautiful, long, arched white streamers, splattering over Raphael’s belly,
chest, and even his face.
It is difficult to aim while being spanked
hard.
Hugh watched him coming, avidly.
He was so naked. So vulnerable, so unguarded.
Hugh, who felt, every day, that he might shatter like glass, on Raphael’s
unearthly, impossibly graceful, self-possessed beauty, lived for these moments,
to watch him released of all self-consciousness and all bonds. Strange, how it
took a bunch of leather straps to get him to do that.
“Ah, oh, shit. That hurt,” Raphael whispered
after a minute. “Not complaining, mind,” he added, with a small edgy laugh,
wiping some drops of sperm from his lips and eyebrow.
“Good,” said Hugh, quite composed, despite the
erection straining in his pants. Watching Raphael twitching and jolting while
covered in glistening semen was not a sight to leave him unmoved. He reached
out for the metronome, stopped it and lowered the weight a tad, then started it
again.
This was a faster, business-like tempo.
“There you go, hot lips,” he said to Raphael,
who was still breathing hard from his orgasm.
“What? Wh—but…”
Hugh gave him a small devilish smile. Raphael
was perfectly capable of coming two or three times in one night, but, like most
men, he needed a while to recuperate in between. Well, tonight, he wasn’t
getting it.
“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did
you?”
You can also find an exclusive excerpt on my website, here:
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