I’m doing something a little different today and I am very excited that in involves one of the best known authors in BDSM today! Please give a big welcome to Eden Bradley.
Eden Bradley’s BREAKING SKYE!
I write a lot of BDSM. I make no secret of the fact that I’ve been involved in the kink lifestyle for much of my adult life, and this has definitely influenced my writing. The people I’ve met, the places I’ve been, the things I’ve done…so many little details end up on the page, in either their original form, or in some blended mélange.
My hero in BREAKING SKYE, Adam Dunne, is one of those blends. He is several Doms I’ve known, played with, had a relationship with. One thing we writers get to do sometimes is to write that happy ending we never had with someone, for whatever reason. Adam may have a few fancy bells and whistles my real-life Dom never had—my ex-Dom wasn’t as wealthy as Adam—but oh, he was every bit as Dominant, every bit as beautiful. And maybe what I pulled from real life was Adam’s absolute sense of confidence. What’s sexier on a man than confidence, Dominant or not? I don’t mean cocky—I mean that utter self-assurance, the kind of guy who is just comfortable in any place or situation, because he knows who he is, and rocks it.
Adam totally rocks it. And he rocks Skye’s world. And if you ever meet me at a conference or a book signing, you might see how much I relate to Skye, how much of me is in her. But you’ll have to read the book first, of course… : )
When power play becomes more than just a game…
BDSM. Submission. Spanking…These are the things Skye has always craved, the desires she has never allowed herself to explore. Until now. She thought she was looking for a single experience, something to purge these strange yearnings from her system. Instead she finds a man whose absolute authority and stunning good looks leave her breathless, willing to do anything he asks of her. But only for one night…
Adam has other ideas. Skye could be the perfect submissive once he’s done training her—for someone else. For him, that’s always the way it’s been. But Skye is different. Enticing. Intoxicating. Irresistible. Soon all he can think of is breaking Skye—and keeping her for himself.
She sat down, her stomach fluttering. She was unsure as to what to do with her hands, and fisted them at her sides, finally. Her stomach gave a sharp jump when he sat beside her.
“You don’t need to be nervous,” he said quietly. “But I don’t mind if you are.”
Another smile, this one definitely wicked. She averted her gaze. But he immediately cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look into that dark blue gaze.
His tone was more commanding this time. “Don’t hide your eyes from me again.” He was quiet a moment, allowing her to absorb his words. “The eyes really are the windows to the soul. And I need to know you on the inside if this is going to work. Understood?”
“Yes. I just…something is happening to me already.” She shook her head helplessly, hating to admit it.
“I can see that. And trust me, it’s good. You’re responding to the mere idea of what we’re about to do. I can only imagine how you’ll respond once we begin. Do you have any questions?”
“Let me ask you, then—do you still feel the same about all the answers on the questionnaire?”
“Yes.” She bit her lip. “Yes.”
One corner of his mouth quirked, but she knew he wasn’t laughing at her, that he was simply pleased.
“You remember your safe words?”
“Say it, Skye,” he demanded.
Something new was happening inside her head. It was a sort of soft sinking sensation mixed with an almost unbearable anticipation. She answered right away, “I know my safe words. I understand that I am to use them if it feels like I should. Yellow for slow down or to check in, red to stop the scene.”
“Very good. I’ll consider this the final moment of our negotiations for the time being, until we need to renegotiate as your boundaries change and expand. I’ll ask you once more, do you have any questions for me?”
“When do we begin? Is it now?”
That devastating smile again. “Yes.”
He stood, offered her his hand. She took it, letting him guide her to her feet.
A small wave of panic hit her, her pulse fluttering. “Where are we going?”
He turned to her and she realized she’d never been this close to him before. He seemed even taller, standing right next to her. He smelled like pure male. Just clean skin and a hint of earthy musk. Sexy as hell.
“Shh, no more questions now. No speaking unless I ask you to, unless it’s to use your safe words.” He cupped her face in his palm, making her legs go weak with desire, and something else—that sensation she couldn’t seem to put a name to. “You are in my hands now, Skye. No more worries, no concerns, no control here. I will do it all. For you. Just let it go. That’s why you’re here.”
“I…I’m not sure if I can.”
“You can. And you will. For me.”
She nodded, unable to speak. Yes. For him. She wanted nothing else at this moment. What was happening to her? She couldn’t think clearly enough to figure it out.
When he quietly ordered her to undress the breath went right out of her.
His voice was low but certain. “No more talking, Skye. You will obey me while we’re in scene, and it’s starting right now. I told you to take your clothes off.”
Tears threatened. She bit her lip and held them back. This was how it all began, wasn’t it? And it was exactly what she wanted. But she couldn’t move.
She was shaking her head again, unable to speak as he pulled her in hard, right up against him, so that their bodies were flesh against bone. Lovely and a little threatening all at the same time. His scent went through her like a small storm of sensation as his big hand gripped her waist. Dizzying. Electrifying.
“Skye, listen to me,” he said, his tone low but firm, more commanding than ever, his breath warm in her hair. “You are going to have to find a way to do as I tell you. To accept that. To yield. As I said before, this is a process. If you can’t give yourself over to the process we can’t do this. But I think you can. I know you can. I see it in you. Cry if you need to. It doesn’t matter, and in fact, I might enjoy it if you do. All that matters is simply doing it. Do you understand what I’m saying? You may respond.”
She nodded, trying to blink the tears away. “It’s too real,” she whispered.
“Too real to deal with?”
“No, just…incredibly, intensely real.”
“Tell me again that you want to be here. If you do.”
“I do, I swear it.” She pulled back and looked up at him, caught his blue gaze. And was struck again by his pure, male beauty. Yes, every cell in her being wanted to be there.
“Stop thinking,” he told her. “Do what your body is asking you to do. You’ve already done the thinking part in working through our negotiations, deciding to come to me. Too much thinking now will only get in the way of what’s happening between us here.”
He swept a strand of hair from her cheek, his fingertips a whisper of skin against skin that made her limbs warm and weak. Yet his arm around her waist, his hand at her hip, was still holding her almost tight enough to hurt. “Tell me what the struggle is about.”
“I…I’m trying to figure it out. It’s hard to think straight. I’m just…it’s hard to give up control. It’s scary no matter how much I want to do this. And some part of me feels…ashamed that I want this. Does that make sense?”
“It’s common for people to feel some shame about wanting these things—to experience pain, to give it. It’s what society puts in our heads, the fear of things that are unfamiliar. That’s part of the psychology involved, this attraction to the taboo.” He smiled slowly. “And for a lot of us, the taboo is the turn-on. Isn’t that true for you?”
She nodded, said quietly, “Yes.” Her cheeks were burning. But he was absolutely right.
“You have to allow it to happen, Skye, or it won’t happen at all. The struggle is fine as long as you can get through it. Take a breath. And let’s try this again. And because of your struggle, I will ask you one final time. Do you want this? Are you ready to begin?”
She nodded once more. “Yes. I’m ready now.”
“Good. Come with me, beautiful girl,” he said, his voice gentle yet still full of authority. “I’ll help you.”
Wonderful that he would say that to her. The words made her shiver.
The fact that he gave the tender skin at her waist a hard pinch before he let her go made her a little limp all over, made her wet.
Oh yes, this is really it.
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