Resistance is Futile – BDSM Finds its Way into Lisabet Sarai’s Books
It’s great to be back here at Normandie’s place. I always like to customize my blog posts for the venues in which they appear. As I survey Normandie’s book list, it’s obvious where her interests lie…!
I’m only too happy to oblige. ;^) A love of dominance and submission is one of the many things she and I share.
Indeed, I recently realized that BDSM themes and power dynamics have a way of creeping into my books even when that’s not my original intent. I deliberately experiment with different themes and genres in my writing (the kiss of death if you want to build a brand, but that’s another blog post entirely). In my quest for diversity, every so often I do come up with a vanilla story to tell. Frequently, though, those stories don’t stay vanilla. No matter how hard I fight the temptation, I find myself slipping in just a bit of bondage, or a casual spank on the bum, or one of those breath stealing moments when the hero gives the heroine an order and she knows she has to obey, no matter how scared or embarrassed she might be.
My most recent release, Rough Weather, is a case in point. This began as a pure M/F paranormal tale, passionate but without the slightest a hint of of the perverse.
My heroine Ondine has always felt at home in the sea. Orphaned at birth and raised by her grandmother on the island of Martha’s Vineyard, she has never really questioned her extraordinary affinity for the watery world. Then she encounters an attractive but arrogant engineer on her private beach and discovers how one touch from him can overwhelm her with incomprehensible, irresistible, terrifying lust.
Ebony-skinned Marut is lord of the air, as Ondine rules the waters. He claims Ondine as his eternal mate, but she doesn’t truly believe this until his life is threatened and she must call upon her powers to save him.
See, no mention of anything kinky at all. However, when I got to the point in the story where Ondine and Marut were at last about to fully consummate their desire, Marut suddenly came up with the notion that he wanted to tie Ondine to her bed. You could have knocked me over with a feather. But who am I to argue with my hero?
The scene is pretty gentle, compared to much of my BDSM fiction, emphasizing trust and the paradoxical sense of freedom that bondage can inspire. And, after the fact, I don’t think it’s out of character for Marut to have made this proposal. Still, it wasn’t planned.
I’ve found that it’s futile to resist those kinky ideas when they surface. That’s the truth of who I am and what I love. I can’t pretend otherwise.
The same thing happened with my tale Her Secret Ingredient. I actually managed to make it all the way to the end without any D/s activity – if you don’t count a little femdom, that is, which happened to be critical to the plot. Then my editor asked me to write a special extra chapter, to be made available only to readers who bought the book directly from Totally Bound. I agreed – and kinky hell broke loose!
Here’s a bit from that VIP chapter.
Excerpt
The road dead-ended in a parking lot, empty save for our vehicle. He helped me out of the car and walked me over to the iron railing guarding the overlook. The night was crystal clear. Not a wisp of fog obscured the twinkling majesty of the City by the Bay.
I grasped the balustrade, a bit nervous about the sheer drop on the other side. Standing behind me, Harry rubbed his rigid penis against my butt. Meanwhile, his hands snaked around to clasp and knead my breasts. “See what I mean?” he murmured in my ear, twisting my nipples at the same time.
“It’s—uh—it’s beautiful, Harry. But I don’t think…”
“Don’t think, Em. Just trust me.” He continued to fondle my tits with one hand, while sliding the other down over my belly to poke between my thighs. “I’ll bet you’re wet.” He probed through the jersey of my dress, finding my clit with his usual skill. “Yup, I was right. You love a bit of danger.”
“No, not really—ah!”
He rocked my bead like a switch, sending spurts of electricity through my limbs.
“Oh, God, Harry, we can’t do this here!”
“Why not? You let me fuck you on the studio floor the day after we met.”
“I— Oh, Harry, please…that was different…”
He had my skirt flipped up in back now, and my panties down around my knees. One hand had lodged inside the front of my dress, where he continued to squeeze my engorged breast. Meanwhile, he explored my wet crevice with nimble fingers, thrusting into my pussy, sliding over my lower lips, then making slick circles around my clit.
The smooth head of his bare cock bobbed against the backs of my thighs. How had he managed to get it out of his trousers while still teasing me this way? I reached behind me, wanting to grasp that lovely hardness and share some of my pleasure.
“No!” He caught my hand in a sticky grip and returned it to the iron pipe. “Don’t let go of the rail. Or do I have to tie you there?”
Lightning shot through me. I thought for a moment I’d faint and topple over into the abyss.
“Tie me?” Craning my neck, I tried to read his expression. Was he serious? The shadows made it impossible to tell.
“Would you like that, Em? Would you let me?”
He stepped away and I almost cried at the sudden loss of contact. There was some sound I couldn’t identify. Then came his voice, full of strange emotion, close to my ear.
“Put your hands together on the rail. Yes, that’s right. Good.”
Before I realized what was happening, he’d looped his necktie several times around my wrists, fastening me securely to the balustrade.
“Oh, Harry—you’ll ruin your tie…” I tried to laugh and failed utterly. A dark tornado of desire spiraled inside me, shot with flashes of fear.
His chuckle sent chills up my spine. “Why do you think I wore it in the first place, Emily? And this handkerchief should work as a blindfold…”
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Want more? You’ll have to head over to Totally Bound and get your VIP readers version!
However, I’ll help you out. Leave me a comment with your email address. Next Friday I will randomly choose one lucky reader and buy her (or him) a copy of the VIP edition!
As it happens, once I let Harry start dominating poor Emily, he really didn’t want to stop. I just finished my novel-length follow on, Her Secret Weapon, and let me assure you, I abandoned any attempt to keep things vanilla.
It wouldn’t have worked anyway!
Thanks again for having me as your guest, Normandie. For lots more kinky fun visit me online:
Website (with lots of free D/s stories): http://www.lisabetsarai.com
Blog: http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com
Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai
Goodreads author page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai
Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lisabets_list
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