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Boundary Pushing and Stretching Limits (in bed and books) |
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The first time my husband played with wrapping a fist in my hair and pulling my head back during sex I reported to him afterward that I didn't like it. It kinda hurt (not that spanking doesn't, but that's a hurt I crave more) and it sort of pissed me off (heh--pain will do that to you). He said, "Oh really? Because you got super wet."
Oh. I realized sometimes the things that push our boundaries still turn us on.
We all have boundaries. There are things I read about that I'm not ready or willing to try in real life (yet). Breath play scares the crap out of me. When I read Annabel Joseph's Rough Love series, it really pushed my boundaries. I was angry at her for taking me to some of those places (and of course, I love her for doing it so damn well).
Of course, after reading Rough Love, the heroes in my books were suddenly willing to take things further than they used to. Funny how my boundaries stretched. It was the same way for me with both medical BDSM and ageplay books. At first I was sure I wouldn't like them and I refused to read those books, but eventually I tried them out (and wrote them) and now I love them as much as I love any D/s book.
A year ago, Alta Hensley and I were sharing drinks at a conference and she said she'd like to do a very dirty, very non-con sci-fi box set, and she asked me if I'd like to join. Of course, I said, "hell, yeah!" and we assembled the dream team (Sue Lyndon, Kallista Dane, Aubrey Cara, Alta and myself).
The result may push your boundaries. We can't warn you on Amazon without getting put in the Amazon "dungeon" but there are non-consensual elements like forced sex, humiliation, slavery, ownership, spanking, slapping and intrusive medical examinations to these books and I can assure you they are smoking hot!!
Note-- "dark romance" is the Amazon-friendly wink-wink to clue readers into dubious or non-consensual elements.
I hope you'll give them a try, but I did feel like I had to warn you. :) For those of you who prefer my sweeter, daddy dom or historical books-- this one may push your limits, but I promise you five Happily Ever Afters and a whole lot of sizzling sex!
What events, books, themes or genres have pushed your kink boundaries? Please reply and fill me in--I'd love to hear!
Love and Fierce Alien Warriors, Renee |
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PS- I have a secret Facebook group where we discuss things like this. If you'd like to join us, friend me on FB (it's a hoop FB makes me jump through) then send me a message to add you. If you don't hear back right away, shoot me an email--sometimes I miss FB messages.
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Human Surrender (Coming July 12!) Five Dark Alien Warrior Romance Novellas |
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| Fierce alien warriors don't ask. They take, they claim, and they conquer - even when the object of their desires is a trembling human female.
Human Surrender contains five *all-new* dark sci-fi alien romance novellas, brought to you by USA Today and international bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Featured novellas:
Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara
Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley His Human Slave by Renee Rose
Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon
Publisher’s Note: The books included in this naughty collection are MF and MFM pairings. Though the stories are dark, all have happing endings. **Over 185,000 words of dark romance ~ complete stories with no cliffhangers**
His Human Slave by Renee Rose
Collared and caged, his human slave awaits her training.
Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.
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Excerpt
He spun the cage back so she faced him once more. “Open cage,” he commanded, and the voice-activated lock clicked. To her, he said, “Come out.”
She didn’t move.
His tone went sharp. “Do not anger me a second time, Lamira.”
Well, apparently he’d already cowed her completely because his words went straight to her chest, creating a sudden tightening and sending her instantly into motion. She hated how easily he’d mastered her. One stupid spanking and she rushed to please him.
She sniffed back the tears and attempted to push up to her hands and knees—no easy feat with her wrists and ankles bound.
“Release wrist cuffs. Release ankle cuffs,” he commanded. They sprang apart but not off.
She backed out of the cage, toward the door, not sure how she would get out until his large hands grasped her waist and lifted her easily to the floor.
Where to look... Certainly not at the prince—her master—although his presence was more than commanding. He stood almost seven feet tall with thick, corded muscles across his chest and arms.
Moisture gathered between her legs.
He looked more warrior than prince. No, he was all king. A warrior king. Earlier, she’d stared at him boldly. Now she kept her eyes lowered, trained at his bare feet. They were no different from hers, except larger and with the brown-purple skin tone of the Zandians. She glanced at her own toes. They were cleaner than they’d ever been before. Even her toenails had been buffed to a glossy shine. How long had she been out?
The prince cupped her chin and lifted her face. His touch was gentler than she expected. She still couldn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at his thick neck and the part of his bare chest visible beneath his loose, finely woven white shirt. Her fingers itched to touch his skin, to find out if it was as smooth as it appeared. What a strange idea. She’d never thought about touching a male in her life. In fact, she’d avoided males as best she could. This one had her completely discombobulated.
Was his chest hairless? Did he have hair anywhere other than his head? Zander, Daneth, and the guards she’d seen outside all wore their hair shorn close to their skulls. Perhaps their horns got too hot otherwise.
When she’d first seen Daneth, she’d thought the horns ugly, but Zander’s suited him, somehow making him even more handsome.
He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her fast, his gleaming teeth aimed straight for her cheek. For a moment, she thought he planned to bite her face, but his tongue flicked out, and he licked one of her tears. She caught his scent, a clean, masculine aroma with a slightly exotic spice.
Her nipples tightened; her pussy pulsed. No—she definitely was not thinking about licking him back to see how he tasted.
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