Stop by RT Book Reviews blog to read more about the pony play behind Her Grace’s Stable!
That last scene was a killer. It took me a good 3 days to get through it, and my momentum has been dogged ever since. We had a full weekend and the next two weeks are going to be balls-to-the-wall at the Evil Day Job. That means longer hours, less lunch, and more stress headaches at the end of the day, which saps my desire to then pull out my file and spend more time on the computer.
But I’m still pushing ahead. I’m still adding new (unplanned, grrr!) scenes and working through some of the backstory that decided to pop up a little. I never knew I’d be pulling on the almost five years we lived in MN to write this book, but it’s been very helpful.
There’s also an Easter egg for those of you who’ve read The Billionaire Zombie’s Virgin Witch. *winks*
Right at 59,300 for The Billionaire Submissive and 64,700 for the month. PLUS, I also worked on the Coyote Con website this weekend AND stared the schedule. Woot!
Snippet:
“Some Mistresses don’t believe in giving any pleasure to the submissive. The sub exists for his Mistress’s pleasure, not the other way around. If he’s not on his knees worshiping her with his tongue, then he hasn’t learned his place and must be punished. I’m not that kind of Mistress.”
He accepted the new stack of papers and even dropped his gaze to them, but his eyes didn’t move across the page. He’s not reading them. Yet. “I won’t deny there’s a certain appeal to that image.”
“The sub on his knees or me punishing you on your desk?”
He smiled faintly but it didn’t quite reach his eyes and he didn’t meet her gaze. “Both.”
“But..?” When he shrugged and flipped the page, even though he couldn’t have read it yet, she said what he could not yet bring himself to admit. “You’re hoping for a Mistress who’s as eager to give pleasure as receive it.”
She’d never seen such a powerful and obnoxiously gorgeous man blush so prettily. Again, that shrug, without lifting his eyes from the page.
“If I had your pants down around your ankles, I’d have to give you a blow job you wouldn’t soon forget. While I punished you.”
There, his eyes met hers, all searing intensity and pulsing with rising desire. “You would do that?”
For me? He didn’t say the last two words, but she heard it and it broke her heart. She was beginning to believe his arrogant asshole role was just a mask he wore to protect the inside submissive who feared no one would ever be able to love him as he was, no matter how much wealth he possessed. “Absolutely.”
His gaze wandered to the door briefly, as though he was contemplating locking it so he could test her honesty. When he looked back into her face, she didn’t like the shield he wore once more. “How much is it going to cost me?”
It took all her will not to reveal how much that hurt. He’s only striking out to make sure I don’t hurt him first. It’s his natural survival instinct.
But it still sucked.
Keeping her voice light, she gave a nod to the papers he’d been pretending to read. “You tell me.”
You do like damaged people…le sigh.
See, you always make your Dom/sub characters so… rich. So nuanced. They all have layers. It’s never just that one likes pain or that the other had an abusive parent or or or or. Your characters always have something more, and it makes them just stroll right off the page.