In the first book I wrote, Come When Called, the heroine, Evie, had more than one scene—particularly early on in the book—where the hero (Ford) was thoroughly satisfied but Evie was left…hanging. Ford has a serious dominant streak and he’s not the least bit interested in a relationship, so he makes a rather one-sided arrangement with Evie specifically to meet his orgasmic needs.
Evie, who is strong, smart and self-reliant, willingly agrees to this hero-centric arrangement. I don’t need to tell many of you that being excited by the ideas of submission and control in no way corresponds with having a submissive, retiring personality. And Evie certainly is neither of those things. She just simply discovers that she likes it…really likes it…when Ford takes her in hand and tells her what to do.
Thanks to Ford, Evie discovers being used by him to satisfy his every lewd desire is intensely exciting for her and brings her pleasure like she’s never known. She certainly has a secret submissive streak, and fate has brought these two together to explore and escalate each other’s domination/submission, master/slave-type fantasies.
What’s that all mean? Volcanic sex for all of you to enjoy!
However, early comments from my editor suggested maybe there shouldn’t be sex in the book that seems only for the benefit of one main character and not the other. The reader might inevitably identify with the heroine and feel at best unsatisfied, and at worst, cheated by the scene or the hero.
Now I don’t mind torturing my readers…there must be a bit of a sadist in every writer…but I am NOT willing to let my readers feel cheated. So I rewrote all those scenes, ensuring better relief for my heroine at every turn. I think (hope) that I’ve done this in a way that still maintains the undercurrent of master/slave vibe that I think is so hot and, in this case, crucial to the power of the story in Come When Called overall.
And though Evie is exploring her submissive side with this incredibly sexy billionaire dom-waiting-to-bloom and with his rough and tumble best friend, Charley, this is not a standard BDSM story. You’ll have to read it to see what I mean. Only, it’s taking me over two years to write, it’s well over the word-count my publisher publishes at this point, and I’m still not done with it. *sob*
Gigantic, MMF BDSM ménage, anyone?
One of these days, when I finally have a release date, I might get around to telling you. See? Sadist author!
So back to my original point. Evie had to be satisfied in my novel, but it occurred to me last night that there’s a scene in Fueling Her Fire, my small-town, lumberjack novella, where the poor hero is left wanting…and apparently that’s okay. At the heart of that scene is the whiff of revenge sex. I-hate-you-you-fucking-sex-god sex. (Though it’s more of a sex act than actual sex.) And I love that scene. Here’s a teaser:
Dylan’s face darkened. “Why are you laughing?”
“I’m sorry,” she touched his arm. “Really, I’m not laughing at you. I promise. It’s just that what you said was something that wouldn’t come out of my ex-boyfriend’s mouth in a million years. ‘A man’s got to try to please his woman.’” She imitated Dylan’s deep voice and dissolved into laughter again, imagining the staid William stiffly saying something so “alpha male”. He’d sound like a complete tool. But from Dylan it sounded so natural, so honest…and Kip knew that’s because it was.
Her laughter sobered quickly as this realization brought a rush of fresh heat to her clit, which had been long-neglected by her ex. “It’s just nice to hear a man say something like that,” she added softly.
Dylan licked his lips, and Kip wanted to reach out and touch their fullness or lay her hand on his cheek. He stroked her non-injured leg, his touch smooth and light. Not taking his eyes from hers he said, “I can do more than just say it.” His voice had grown husky and the combination of his touch, the seductive tone in his voice and the lust in his eyes caused her pussy to begin a traitorous throb.
“What? No!” She spit the words out as quickly as she thought them but didn’t make any movement to remove his hand from her skin. In unison, they looked down at his hand moving on her thigh like it was a situation both of them were helpless to put a stop to.
Dylan didn’t pause his slow caress. She wanted to stop him—knew she should stop him—but it felt so nice, his large hand on her bare leg…
No! She was not about to begin her holiday weekend in some kind of a remake of her senior year of high school. She already had one crushing memory of Dylan and she had no intention of making it a matching set.
“Dylan…” Her voice sounded uncertain though she’d been shooting for resolute. Taking a fortifying breath, she closed her eyes. Turning him away would be easier if she wasn’t looking into those clear blue eyes she’d seen so many times in her fantasies. “I’m not interested in rekindling a sexual relationship with you.”
“Not a relationship,” his words were as soothing as his touch, “just a demonstration of how I’d take care of you if you were my girl.” His hand felt hot against her skin and his confident sexuality spoke to a carnal part of her she’d kept buried for too long. “C’mon, Kip. You need it, and I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself.” He inched his hand higher on her thigh, his intense gaze issuing a challenge to her to stop him if she didn’t want it.
But she wanted it.
So what do YOU think as a reader? Is it okay to have a sex scene where one or more characters don’t…ahem…finish?
One random commenter will receive a copy of my hot lumberjack novella, Fueling Her Fire! The giveaway ends at 11:59EST on December 16, 2012.
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