Guest Post – M. Never

What is BDSM?

M. Never

12910812_1668714930056276_273847000_nWikipedia says “BDSM is a variety of erotic practices or roleplaying involving bondage, dominance and submission, sadomasochism, and other interpersonal dynamics. Given the wide range of practices, some of which may be engaged in by people who do not consider themselves as practicing BDSM, inclusion in the BDSM community or subculture is usually dependent on self-identification and shared experience. Interest in BDSM can range from one-time experimentation to a lifestyle.” And that’s all well and good, but a very clinical definition. I’ve come to learn over time (in the last year or so) it means so much more than just role playing, bondage, dominance and submission. It means trust and love and devotion. For both parties. Dom and sub. A mutual exchange of care. A unique practice that elevates intimacy to another level many of us will never know. Maybe read about. Maybe fantasize about, but never truly experience. I didn’t foresee deep diving into this world, but what an eye opening experience it has been. When I wrote Owned, I read every type of BDSM book I could get my hands on, broke it down, analyzed it, and then constructed a whole new world from what I learned. I created my fantasy alpha male (Two actually if you count Jett) and brought him to life in the most challenging novel I had ever written. He was all man, all Dom, and all consuming. And he scared the living shit out of me. Which, is of course, what intrigued me. What Owned taught me is there is as much power in pain as there is in pleasure, and a bond so strong between Dom and sub, it’s nearly indestructible. Who wouldn’t want to experience a connection like that? I believe the taboo, allure of the unknown, and forbidden desires of BDSM is what draws so much curiosity to the lifestyle. It made me realize how many different facets of love there could be in one small world. I learn something new and startling every time I research. Watching with morbid fascination as the door cracks open a little wider into the veiled universe of complex ‘interpersonal dynamics.’ It urges me to pose the question – collared by Kayne or tied up by Jett?

 

About the Author

M. Never resides in New York City. When she’s not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant. She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season. She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn’t trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!

M. Never is author of the bestselling Decadence After Dark series and standalone erotic romance Moto

 

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Excerpt from Moto

“I’m not overreacting! You can’t just pass me around to all your biker buddies and think it’s okay! I’m not a fucking wrist watch you can just throw into the pot!”

Kayla, do you honestly think I would’ve put you up if I knew I couldn’t win? That I would let anyone else touch what belongs to us?” Reese crowds me into a corner.

“Us?” I squeak. Wait, what?

“Yes. Us. Mine and Dev’s.” He enunciates the words. “You. Are. Ours.”

There’s that word again. Ours.

“I don’t understand.”

“Baby, I think you do. I think you’ve always known where we would end up.” Reese cages me in with his arms.

Dev materializes over Reese’s shoulder, and I internally hyperventilate. I don’t know who to look at first as my gaze compulsively darts between the two of them. Two, beautiful, roughneck men, who both look like they want to have me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“How . . . how would this even work?” I crazily entertain the idea.

Both their faces split with a fiendish smile. I must have asked the million-dollar question.

Reese leans in closely, stopping my heart. “Let us show you,” he murmurs so seductively my knees nearly buckle. I throw a questioning eye at Dev and he nods confidently.

“You both want this?” I ask with a small voice.

“It isn’t about what we want anymore. It’s all about you now,” Dev voices.

Holy. Fuck.

“Say yes, Kayla.” Dev’s tone is soft and velvety. Irresistible. “Say yes to us.”

I press my back against the wall praying for composure, but the longer they trap me, the more the pressure builds, the more my want fights to the surface, and my resolve falls away into oblivion. I find myself nodding because my ability to speak has become paralyzed.

“Good girl,” Reese breathes before he throws me over his shoulder like a caveman.

“Hey!” I grab onto his shirt.

He swats me on the butt as he makes his way to the stairs. “Ouch!” I flail.

“That’s for bouncing out on me. Never do it again. Got it?” He hits me once more for good measure.

“Fuck you.” I flinch.

“In due time, baby.”

I lift my head as Reese climbs the stairs with Dev hot on his heels.

Reality suddenly strikes. Is this really happening?

“Relax.” Dev traps my chin gently. “We’re going to take care of you. And make you feel so good.” He pushes some dangling hair away from my face so I can see him. He’s incredibly calm despite the carnal look in his eyes.

Once in my small room, Reese drops me on the bed. They each flank one side, making me feel like a trapped animal.

I kneel in the middle of the mattress at a loss at what to do next.

“Strip, baby,” Reese instructs as he unzips his leather jacket and pulls the gun from the back of his pants, placing it on my nightstand.

I stay frozen in place.

I know I’m supposed to move, but what’s clearly about to happen hasn’t sunk in yet.

“Need some assistance?” Dev crawls up behind me and kisses my neck. A switch flips. My eyes immediately roll backward. Yes, please, touch me. Both of you, please touch me.

 


This post is part of a guest series to promote the release of Show Me, Sir by Sonni de Soto.

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