04 Aug '12

BDSM Event Day 4: Cari Silverwood on submission, an explicit excerpt from Rough Surrender plus giveaway

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Welcome to Day Four of the BDSM Appreciation Event here at Scorching Book Reviews. The EXCERPT you see below the post is from Rough Surrender (it’s awesome).

As I adore Cari’s books, I am giving away a eCopy of Iron Dominance from All Romance. You should enter both giveaways really; this lady is definitely one to try within the BDSM genre due to her effortless blend of BDSM and Steampunk, creating unique stories which really hook you in!

Anyhow, the brief was to write about what comes up in their books….so let’s see what Cari has to say…

Before I start, I’d like to thank Nix for fitting me into the hop at short notice as I made a right kerfuffle of the initial shout-out about this event and totally missed noticing her link to the author section of this event. Phew… right.

So, I write BDSM because it speaks to me, as a person. I mostly write Dominance/submission and bondage in my stories with a small amount of spanking or flogging. So far I have 5 stories out which feature BDSM, though my first “Three Days of Dominance” is rather strange, as that was me discovering how much I like writing and reading in this erotic genre. As most authors do, there’s a little bit of me in every story. With Iron Dominance and Rough Surrender I continue the theme –“What does submission really mean, and what goes on inside the head of a woman in this situation?”

I’ve become friends with a lady (M) who is going through her own journey into the club BDSM scene and it was gratifying to hear her say that the thoughts in Iron Dominance echo questions she’s heard submissives ask. That book and especially 31 Flavors of Kink helped her understand herself enough to take the next step.

I’ve never set foot inside a club myself and have always said I couldn’t write a book involving one as it seemed such a big unknown. But I’m rethinking that as M is broadening my understanding and through her words, I can ‘see’ what happens. All anonymous, of course, but it’s through the quirky things that happen that such scenes become real for me.

I started out doing loads of research for my stories, but I’m not into the many different types of play all that much, though if I decide to do say, wax play, I will look at it more closely. I’m now doing very little research because the dynamics of D/s are a part of me. It is fascinating, and very much a psychological exercise when you write such stories.

It can be written as purely sex – as in “Kneel before your master.” “Yes, Sir.” She went to her knees and looked up, licking her lips at the prospect of sucking his cock etc etc. But it’s not D/s unless the people involved are truly feeling the emotions. It’s not just kneeling or doing. The woman (or man, though I don’t write male submission) must want him to control her. And he must have that need inside him too.

Truly, D/s between woman and man is simply a part of the whole alpha male thing that multitudes of romance readers adore in stories – though it is at the extreme end of the spectrum. Though the way alpha is taken to mean in romance novels is perhaps not the textbook definition. In romances an alpha is often just a man who knows how to get what he wants from the woman. Unless it’s say, a werewolf hierarchy, an alpha does not have to be the absolute leader, he just has to know how to romance the woman in a dominant way.

In my opinion, if you like the romance novel alphas, there’s a fair chance you’ll also find that Dominance and submission in a story will appeal to you.

I’ll use an excerpt from my BDSM historical romance, Rough Surrender, to illustrate my way of writing D/s. The story is set in Cairo, 1910. This is Faith’s initiation into BDSM.

Rough Surrender by Cari Silverwood (An EXPLICIT Excerpt)

 “That’s better. Relax, darling. You’re meant to enjoy this.” His hands moved, untangling and unrolling the last lengths of her hair, drifting lower, following the contours of her upper back to her waist and circling her there, pausing for a moment before leisurely curving across the mounds of her bottom.What she was allowing this man to do stunned her.“You have lovely hair, Faith, a beautiful body. I could touch you like this all night.” He kissed her neck, tickling her with small nibbles. “I’m taking your dress off now. Your answer, my dear?”

An answer? He wanted speech when her throat had seized up? “Yes. Sir.”

The wall behind the chaise lounge was cream…the lounge was timber and blue and her legs shook. Already.

From the sound, he’d knelt then his hands encompassed her ankles and ran a little way up beneath the dress. Cool air caressed her body as he took the garment up. “Raise your arms, Faith.”

She did so. The dress pooled on the lounge where he tossed it. She’d never stood before a man in her underwear before–in corset, drawers and stockings–and this was a man who knew how to control her with mere words. The longing to know what he meant to do made her breath come harsh to her ears.

Her lips parted.

“I like a woman who obeys my commands.” He rested his hands on her shoulders.

Before she could stop herself a small noise escaped her lips.

“Do you have a question?” His hands moved on her muscles, massaging and spreading a delicious warmth that pooled in her breasts and groin.

“Yes. Uh, sir.”

“Ask then.”

“I don’t obey.” She let her head slowly drop forward as he continued the massage, and his body moved in to mold against her back. A hard length pressed along the crevice of her bottom. “I don’t. Not normally. Just you. And here. Uh. That’s all, so nice.”

He laughed a little, softly, near her ear. “I could tell you liked it, sweetheart. Obeying me here and now is all I want.” He stepped away, keeping a single finger in the center of her back. “I’m going to take off the rest of your clothes, Faith and bind you.”

Oh my God.

“Now is when you should say, no, my dear. Then I’ll go.”

She licked her lips. Say, no? And miss what her body craved? He’d done what he had at the workshop–made her throb exquisitely in all her private places. She said nothing, wanting, needing, to see what else he could do.

“You want me to stay then.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” This time she heard roughness in his voice. “Good.”

He drew off her shoes, her drawers, her hose and corset until she waited there naked with the air caressing her skin. The man in her room was still clothed…and she was naked. Her heart thudded, fast and anxious.“Put your wrists together, behind your back.” His voice softened as he moved away. Something knocked, then came muted noises. Mr. Meisner returned and stopped there, just behind her, within reach, where she couldn’t see, waiting.

She sucked in a breath, let it out slowly, and did as he ordered–put her arms at her back. He wrapped some sort of rope around her wrists, tightened the bindings until she could do no more than twist her hands one against the other.

“The curtain cords,” he murmured. “Being an engineer, I like to use chains and metal when I can, but this will do, for your first time. How does that feel, Faith?” He set his hands on her hips. His skin on her naked skin. She shuddered, feeling wetness seep between her legs. “Turn around and look at me. Now.”

Of a sudden, seeing him looking at her was scarier than staring at the wall and knowing he did things to her behind her back. She bowed her head, felt her hands again–roped together. The position made her breasts jut out and as she looked, her nipples puckered and poked out like fat buttons.

“Faith. Turn and face me.”

“Yes, sir.” She shuffled around and his hands stayed on her, sliding at her hips, just above there, where she ached. His big brown eyes were on her and she couldn’t help but look up into them and be caught, the sensation turning topsy-turvy, messing with every thought in her head. Mr. Meisner had her in his hands.“There, love. I do believe you like this.” His eyes crinkled and his mouth moved in the most heartwarming smile she’d yet observed. “You don’t need to answer that. I can see. In this.” He put both hands on her breasts, cupping them then brushing each thumb once across her nipples.

“Oh.” She swayed and found her eyes half closing.

“And this.” Deliberately, while his gaze still locked with hers, he let one hand leave her breast, trail down her stomach, across the triangle of hair…

No. He wouldn’t. She tugged at the ropes around her wrists but nothing gave. Her helplessness fed into the heaviness curling tight and low in her stomach. The nub of flesh inches from his fingers peaked and hardened. She tensed then arched into his hold, and still he watched. His hand slid between her legs and paused there. “You’ve no hair on your lips down here, Faith.” His eyebrows rose a smidgeon.

He wanted her to speak? Just being there, still, his finger confused her, kept her thoughts centered on the minute details of what he did.

“I…I remove it. A friend in Paris showed me. For cleanliness and all…um.” Her explanation trailed away, swallowed by the sensations bubbling up.

“Hmm, I like the result.” His gentle baritone hum…the spot his finger touched…her nakedness and the power this man had over her, and, oh, the way he watched, it all roiled deliciously around inside her.She gulped then held her breath as…his finger followed the line of her slit, where wetness collected, and slow as a tongue licking the edge of an ice cream, nudged aside her lips, and dipped inside her. There. Oh. Yes. A coil of simmering energy seemed to squeeze down into the tightest ball, and quiver to be released. His thumb found her nub and pressed down firmly. Over and over and over.

Her heart stopped. The room shattered. Her breath came out in a choking squeak from her gaping mouth. Nothing existed except the storm of pleasure bursting upward from where he probed and pressed. Unable to stop herself, she jerked and moaned through each wave of the storm until her body was wrung dry of the very last shudder.

When the room centered and she raised her eyelids, Mr. Meisner held her in his arms, snuggled to his chest. He rubbed her back, just like he had on the boat. “There you go, sweetheart. Lord. Never seen any woman orgasm that easily. You do like this. Do you understand? You like being tied up.

 

 

Nix

38 Responses to “BDSM Event Day 4: Cari Silverwood on submission, an explicit excerpt from Rough Surrender plus giveaway”

  1. "Do you understand? You like being tied up." Oh yes, yes, YES! I don't know if I can't wait until the end of the tour for this book!! It has me wide awake this morning and panting for more.

  2. You definition of alpha's in romance is one of the reasons I read them. And why I've been moving toward reading more BDSM books.
    suz2(at)cox(dot)net

  3. I love alpha characters, both male and female, and really enjoy the command and cherish themes in the BDSM stories I read.

  4. I love that you have set this in the past, that BDSM is not just something that showed up on the scene after 50 shades came out! thanks Carin
    mawmom(at)gmail(dot)com

  5. Wonderful post, Cari! Hmm….I absolutely LOVE alpha males! It totally makes sense that I love BDSM with really Dominant men. 😉 I loved 31 Flavors! And I'll be starting Rough Surrender soon.

  6. Thank you all for loving this extract! It's only the second time I've posted it and the other time is right now over on my blog.

    Yes, Carin, BDSM has been around since people existed ( thats my best guess anyway!) though it only got a name after WW2.
    It was a lot of fun writing this story in 1910 and outside where and when most BDSM books are set. I've never really

  7. Cari Silverwood has such Scorchin’ HAWT Books, I realllyyyy enjoy her writing…all anyone has to do is read this Decadently Sinful Excerpt from "Rough Surrender" & you'll see why I'm hooked on Cari's wriitng…just a warning…be sure to have a fan & a tall glass of ice water when reading her Books….Hmmm & a chage of panties would be a good idea too. 😉 OMG I&

  8. I do like the combination of BDSM and historical romances. Thanks so much for the great excerpt and for the chance to win a copy of IRON DOMINANCE.
    June
    manning_J2004 at yahoo dot com

  9. I have been wanting to read something by Cari Silverwood for quite a while. I have heard so many great things about her books.

    bookdevoteereviews(at)hotmail(dot)com

  10. Thank you all for your wonderful comments! This book was such fun to write. Leonhardt and Faith got under my skin and their encounters turned out hot 😉
    Hope you enjoy the read if you get my book.

  11. I have not read any of her books but Rough Surrender is going on my wishlist right now! WOW!!

    susanmplatt AT hotmail DOT com

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