To be known intimately – #MFRWsteam #BDSM #EroticRomance

Welcome to the MFRW Steam blog hop!

As I sat down to create my post for this month’s hop, I thought about what makes a story truly erotic. In my view, it’s not the sexual activities in which the characters indulge. The key to eroticism is how the characters feel, about themselves and their partner(s). The most extreme and outrageous sex acts can be thoroughly boring if the characters are not emotionally invested in the process. Desire and arousal start in the mind and the heart; we only use our bodies to express them.

Power exchange (BDSM or D/s) scenes, in particular, illustrate this principle. The thrill derives not from the binding or the beating but from the complementary desires of the partners. A dominant knows that by exercising power, physically or psychologically, he (or she) is not just taking what he wants, but also giving the submissive what she (or he) craves. The sub willingly surrenders body and will as proof of obedience and devotion, finding the deepest satisfaction in the master’s (or mistress’) pleasure. The sense of shared transgression adds to the connection between the partners. Even after FSOG, kink is still viewed as forbidden and “abnormal”. To participate in a serious BDSM scene as either top or bottom is to admit perversion, to be known intimately by someone who shares your twisted fantasies.

My excerpt for today, from my historical novella Power and Persuasion, illustrates this. I personally think this is one of the most erotic interludes I’ve ever written, not because of the sex acts (which have barely begun) but because of the heroine’s intense emotional reaction to the prospect of submission. We don’t know the details at this point, but this is not the first D/s encounter she has experienced. This scene, for her, feels like coming home – like sharing her true self.

You can find the blurb and buy links at https://www.lisabetsarai.com/powerandpersuasionbook.html

Excerpt

The hinges were soundless, but she sensed his presence as soon as he entered, the new aura of power that shimmered in the room. The lock clicked, shielding them from interruption and preventing any possibility of escape. She swallowed hard. The moment of truth had arrived.

He stood before her, silent, and she bowed her head automatically, her eyes on her clasped hands. Still, she knew he was gazing upon her near-nakedness. She felt the weight of his attention like a physical caress.

“Olivia.” With one word, spoken low and sure, he claimed her. Heat rushed to her pussy and the bed cover grew damper.

“Yes, sir?” It felt easy, natural—as though she’d never stopped.

“On your knees, girl.” She slipped to the rug, boneless and loose already, his to command. Did he find her compliance strange? No matter. She had been right about his desires and that was all that mattered.

“We’ll start slowly, this first time. Don’t be afraid.”

Afraid? The only thing that scared her was the intensity of her own dark desires.

“Crawl to me.”

Eyes on the floor, she made her awkward way towards his mesmerizing voice, her heart slamming against her ribs and her sex clenching with want. The smooth wood hurt her knees as she left the carpeted area behind. She ignored—no, welcomed—the pain. The brief chemise left her ass uncovered. Delicious shame washed over her as she realized he could clearly see how wet his orders had made her.

“Stop there and kneel up.” He dragged her sole garment over her head and tossed it away, then circled her body, murmuring further instructions close to her ear. “Cross your hands behind you, at the small of your back. That’s right.” The cord he wrapped around her wrists was cool and smooth, possibly even silk. Perhaps he’d switch to rough hemp when he knew her better. He wound the loops halfway up her forearms, in neat rounds that bit ever so slightly into her skin. “Ah yes! Lovely! Tell me, are the bonds too tight?”

“No, sir, they’re fine.” Should she tell him he could tie her much tighter, if it pleased him?

He skimmed his hands over her shoulders and down to her elbows. His fingers were soft, without the calluses of a working man, and oh, so knowing! Shivers danced up her spine. She straightened her back to present her breasts and parted her thighs as she’d been taught. Oceany musk drifted from her soaked pussy. Her taut nipples throbbed with her pulse. Her clit beat in time. The three swollen nubs made a triangle of need, with her consciousness staked between them, stretched and fragile. One touch to any point and she’d shatter.

As if in answer to her silent plea, he reached both hands around to cup her breasts. Catching the tips between thumb and forefinger, he rolled them back and forth like marbles. A gasp escaped her and she arched into his palms. Sensation sizzled down to her clit, as if he were exerting the same firm pressure there.

“You are exquisitely responsive.” His praise thrilled her. “But how do you feel about a bit of pain?”

She had no time to consider the question. He gave her a vicious pinch, nails biting into her engorged nipples. Her eyes closed, she let the shock of hurt arc through her and die away. Pleasure followed in its wake, radiating from his fingers down to the hungry gulf between her thighs. He squeezed again, with much greater force. Would he pierce the skin? Imagining her blood staining his fingertips, she came near to swooning.

“Oh, Olivia! I have so many ideas about what to do with you, I can’t decide which to try first.” He nuzzled her neck then nipped her shoulder. As the pain surged then receded, she struggled to remain still, knowing that was what was required.

“If you weren’t bound, I’d have you on your hands and knees, so I could spank your soft, white bottom…but I don’t want to stop to untie you now. That will have to wait until later. And I didn’t bring up my crop—I didn’t know if you could bear it.”

I can bear whatever you care to inflict, Olivia thought, though she wasn’t quite ready to admit this aloud. If he read her as clearly as it seemed, she wouldn’t need to tell him.

She heard his footsteps as he came to stand in front of her. She still didn’t dare to meet his eyes—not until he commanded it.

“Look at me, girl. Today, tonight—for the next forty-eight hours—I will be your master. And you will be my plaything, my slave, my whore.” The words were as thrilling as his touch had been—perhaps more so. They kindled a dark fire in her soul. “Do you consent? Will you serve me?”

His eyes bored into her, pinning her like a captured butterfly. His voice rang with authority. Still, she discerned a touch of uncertainty in his expression and demeanor. Did he really doubt her?

“Yes, sir, I will. I’m yours to command.” The words rolled off her tongue, familiar and satisfying, as if she used them daily.

“You’re sure?” His gaze was relentless but she met it bravely, glad to have someone at last know who she really was.

“I’m completely certain, sir.” There was a delirious freedom in that confession. Her clit pulsed and she thought for an instant she’d fly off into climax from that alone.

 

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