Here is the first chapter of my book out in Oct - 'Retraining the Dom'. It recently was voted runner up in the 'Sexiest Scene' category in Evernight Publishing's Readers Awards.
If you like it and want to buy it, there are links at the end.
RETRAINING THE DOM
Battle of Wills, 2
Jennifer
Denys
Copyright ©
2013
Prologue
Sean grimaced as he warily watched the “play” taking place in the
room. He was the owner of Club Allure, one of the most successful BDSM clubs in
the city, popular because he had a policy of careful practice on the premises.
His eyes narrowed as they alighted on Master Trey, one of his
long-standing Doms who was in his forties. Trey was in his usual stark black
outfit, matching his hair, and was very stubborn and moody. Like now, Trey had
his naked sub tied over a spanking bench and was hitting her with a crop. There
was nothing unusual in that since sadomasochism was an element of BDSM that
many practitioners took part in, but in this case Trey was possibly being too
forceful given the look of agony on the sub’s face.
Like all subs she had the option of saying her safe word if she’d
had enough. But in the meantime Sean was keeping a close eye on them, ready to
jump in if—when—necessary like he’d had to do the other night with this very
Dom.
Sean glanced down at the document in his hands and frowned.
Retraining Program (Doms)
Dammit! How on earth was he going to
tell Trey, one of the most powerful Doms that Sean had ever come across, that
he had to go on the club’s Retraining Program?
He considered why he let Trey continue his membership and shook his
head in bewilderment. Trey might be arrogant, callous, and inflexible, but it
was those qualities that some subs, particularly those into pain play, looked
for in a Master. There is no accounting for some people’s tastes. Sean
sighed, suspecting that there was a competition amongst the subs to see if any
of them could warm the icy heart of this Dom, who was in danger of being thrown
out.
“Hey, Sean. Seems like you have the weight of the world on your
shoulders.” A deep voice interrupted his musings as a tall, well built woman in
her early fifties came and sat next to him at the bar.
“Oh, hi, Olivia. I surely do.” Olivia Redmond was one of his mature
Dommes. Now why can’t Trey be more like her? She sticks to the rules.
Sean shrugged to himself. Sometimes she was too much a stickler for doing
things properly, but at least he didn’t get any complaints about her treatment
of the subs.
“What’s up? Can I help?”
He chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah, sure. You can go and tell Trey
that he has to go on the Retraining Program.” Sean didn’t expect her, for an
instant, to comply with his request.
Instead she burst into laughter. “You have to be kidding! Trey on
the Program. Mister Control himself.” She continued her chortling, attracting
the gazes of all those nearby. Olivia was a loud person, and not only in what
she wore, which on this occasion was a red leather top that barely kept her
voluptuous chest covered revealing the outline of a tattoo over her right
breast. Sean had often wondered what the full tattoo was a picture of. The top
was teamed with a matching pair of tight trousers and five inch stiletto heels.
This made her tower over Sean, despite the fact that he was fairly tall
himself. She was also loud in her mannerisms. One could never lose Olivia in a
crowd. If you didn’t see her a mile away, you would certainly hear her.
Fortunately, Trey wasn’t close enough to hear her outburst, but Sean
still shushed her.
She simply raised an eyebrow, before continuing in a slightly
quieter voice. “So how’s the Retraining Program going?”
Sean had instigated the program to ensure the high standards of the
club were kept. These not only included safe BDSM practices, but also members
respecting one another so all could enjoy the lifestyle. There was a similar
program for subs. He recalled one particular couple it had worked out really
well for, that of Master Lucas and his sub, Annabel—now his wife.
Turning to look for them he saw that Lucas had tied Annabel to a
table, which was set in the middle of an alcove. Many Doms liked using this
table to place their sub flat on the surface. In this instance, Lucas had
Annabel face up, and her blouse was undone. Between a gap in the crowd
surrounding them Sean could see the Dom was running an ice-cube over his sub’s
torso from her lips down her neck and breasts to her navel and back. Sean
smiled as Lucas tormented Annabel’s nipples. Squirming madly, she was shrieking
at him, but Sean knew she didn’t mean him to stop. Annabel would be the first
person to use her safe word.
She had gotten into a habit of misusing her “word”, yelling it every
time she began to lose control of a situation, unable to trust any Dom enough
to let go. This had been a deep-seated problem going back to her domineering
parents and not wanting to give anyone that degree of control over her ever
again.
Until Lucas had come along.
Sean watched Lucas as he leaned down to suck Annabel’s tightly
puckered points and saw her arch her body off the table. Lucas had been the
only one of Sean’s Doms prepared to train her, but it turned out he had his own
agenda, as Annabel had jilted him at the altar several years previously and
Lucas wanted his revenge. She had balked at first, but it was be retrained by
Lucas, or leave the club. She had chosen the former, and, despite Lucas
wielding his cane against her backside with great delight, it was he who very
nearly walked out when he recognized that they still had feelings for each
other, as he had difficulties trusting as well. Fortunately, they resolved
their issues, and Sean had never heard Annabel cry her safe word again.
The sound of a voice penetrated his daydream. It was Olivia
repeating her question. “Sorry.” Sean explained further at her questioning
look. “Didn’t you hear about the incident the other night?” Olivia shook her
head. “Trey totally lost it. He was punishing his sub and went hell for leather
at her, swearing, calling her all sorts of names. We had to pull him off before
he did permanent physical damage.”
“Ker-rist!” Olivia was clearly shocked. She rarely swore, and then
only when she was riled.
“Respect works both ways. Yes, a sub has to respect her Dom, but he
has to return it. That’s the problem with Trey. He doesn’t care about his subs,
neither their physical well-being nor their emotional.”
“Good luck telling him this.” Olivia’s misgiving was obvious.
Sean harrumphed and shifted in his seat trying to ease the tension
in his shoulders.
Olivia frowned. “What are the options if he doesn’t go through with
the Program?” She answered her own question. “I guess he has to leave, and that
will affect his reputation in the community, so no one will want to sub with
him again, if another club will let him in,
that is.”
Shrugging in response, Sean turned to glance at the object of their
discussion, who was having a debate with one of the Club’s Monitors tasked with
keeping an eye on the recalcitrant Dom that evening. Sean sighed.
“That’s the crux of it. He could advertise for a sub, but chances
are any reputable sites won’t take his advert. Of course, there are the
less-than-desirable sites. I worry that he’ll take a sub on privately and get
carried away with no-one around to stop him. At least here we can keep an eye
on him.”
Leaning back against the counter of the bar, Olivia replaced a clip
to restrain a wayward curl. She always kept her long, dark hair tied back
neatly giving her a severe look. “How about a warning to see if that will curb
his excesses?”
“Done that.”
“Hmm.” She made a face. “Well, I know the air would turn blue if you
tried putting a Master in charge of Trey’s retraining, if not murder committed
on the premises.” She laughed at the image she had conjured up.
“Yup. Try telling me something new. Or even better come up with a
solution.” Sean could hear the desperation in his own voice.
Olivia was silent for a few moments as she seemed to think through
the dilemma. “Okay, how about teaming him with someone physically strong enough
that he will think twice, like Mike?” A wrestler by profession, Mike was built
like a brick wall.
“I asked. He won’t do it. And I agree. They’d just kill each other.”
A few more seconds went by, and then she said, “Here’s another idea.
How about a using female, one of the Mistresses, but a resilient one? One he
can’t dominate even if she is a Dominatrix. It’s more subtle than using a Dom.”
Sean stared at Olivia in astonishment. She wasn’t looking at him,
but he knew that was exactly what he needed. “That is absolutely brilliant!
And I’ve got just the person in mind.”
She swiveled her head around to look at him. “Who?”
He grinned at her. “So what are you doing at this moment?”
