BDSM & Playing with Stereotypes by Z. Allora

 

Our brains are hardwired in ways unique to us. Things that might not turn on most people can make us boil over. The key is finding those little triggers in yourself and in your partner and setting them off when there’s time to explore… or not if you’re into delayed gratification. 

Sometimes words are all a Dom/Master needs to make a sub surrender everything. But as always the Master/Dom should be concerned with the sub’s well-being both physically and emotionally.

I’d like to share an exclusive excerpt from The Longest Night with you. In this scene Foster and Benjamin just spent the night together loving each other and playing with impact play. Keep in mind Benjamin is a muscular construction worker who has no interest in topping… which is why top is his safeword.

 

Excerpt:

Foster’s mouth dropped open. “Wait. Benjamin, what are you wearing?” 

“Um, an apron.” Looking down at the frilly white ruffles, he was in such a rush, he hadn’t taken it off. Shit! 

“Turn,” Foster demanded with a twirl of his finger. 

Benjamin could feel his cheeks heat, but as he did a slow spin, he clutched the tray tighter, like that would help cover his backside or make Foster’s inspection less embarrassing. 

“Aw, come here. Is your safeword still top, my sweet boy?” Foster waved him closer to the bed. 

“Yes, Master.” Benjamin set the tray on the night table and lowered his eyes. His dick tented the front of the apron. 

Foster turned him so he faced away from him. “Bend over a bit. I want to retie your satin ribbon. Mmmm, your bottom is still all red.” 

Closing his eyes, he savored Foster’s hands cupping his ass. His breath caught as Foster started tracing the edges of the apron. 

His fingers highlighted the fact Benjamin’s ass was completely exposed. “I adore how the bow is right above your ass. Just like a pretty little present for me to unwrap.” 

“Yes, Master.” Totally ready to go, he would be up for anything. The anticipation throbbed into his straightening dick. 

Truth be told, there was something Benjamin found hot about wearing anything slightly feminine. His muscles made gender-bending with frilly clothing somehow forbidden, and anything taboo registered high on his horny scale. 

Foster rubbed Benjamin’s sore ass. “As intoxicating as you are, I need to feed you, and—” 

He turned to reassure Foster. “No, I’m good. We can—” 

“Excuse me?” Foster gave him a half smile with the arched eyebrow of you did not just say that. 

Oops, Benjamin blew it. “I’m sorry, Master.” 

“Benjamin, my first priority as your Master will always be your well- being.” Foster teased a hand over the front of Benjamin’s apron. “Though I assure you, I endeavor to address all your needs.” 

His breath caught on an inhale. “Yes, Master.”

Foster reached behind Benjamin and slapped his ass.

“Mmmm, ow.” Benjamin moaned more than complained. The smack set off a chain reaction of memory arousal and submission.

An amused glint in Foster’s eyes as well as the tent he made with the sheet, told Benjamin his Master enjoyed this breakfast-in-bed scenario as much as he did. “But no matter how enchanting I find you in ruffles and satin ribbon, we can’t let this delicious food get cold.”

They totally could. No problem to reheat— Obey. “Yes, Master.” Foster patted Benjamin’s ass. 

“But I do think we need to add some heat to your ass… after breakfast.” He tossed one of the pillows on the floor. The apron brushed tantalizingly across Benjamin’s erection, making him bite back a moan as he kneeled on the cushion and opened the legs of the tray without spilling the coffee. He set the meal over Foster’s lap, right over the erection that begged for Benjamin’s attention.

((The most innocent things can take on new meanings that have the ability to create very powerful and sexy results. Benjamin will never look at his apron the same way again.))

 

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The Longest Night Blurb: 

The holiday season is lonely for construction worker Benjamin Morgan, a big muscular guy who just wants to submit, obey, and serve. But the men he’s attracted to usually don’t have a dominant bone in their bodies. He’s done seeking his BDSM dreams with someone who isn’t interested in putting him in his rightful place—on his knees at their feet.

When a friend sets up a meeting with Foster Ridgeway at the BDSM club, Entiwned, Benjamin has his doubts. Of course he is attracted to bookish Foster, who works for the same construction company, but how will someone so small and delicate-looking master Benjamin? But when Foster–the tiny temple of dominance wielding a crop–heads toward Benjamin, he might get what he’s always wanted, just in time for Solstice.

 

Always seek your own truth.

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Many hugs,

Z. Allora

 

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BIO:

Z. Allora believes in happily ever after for everyone. She met her own true love through the personals and has traveled to over thirty countries with him. She’s lived in Singapore, Israel and China. Now back home to the USA she’s an active member of PFLAG and a strong supporter of those on the rainbow in her community. She wants to promote understanding and acceptance through her actions and words. Writing rainbow romance allows her the opportunity to open hearts and change minds.