Roar Blog Tour and Author Interview
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ROAR, by Kallypso MastersHaunted by a tragic accident that yanked his beloved wife from his side, Kristoffer Roar Larson has been going through the motions in life. But when he meets the dedicated surgeon and humanitarian, Pamela Jeffrey, he feels an undeniable connection to her, stirring feelings he’d buried long ago. After encountering her in a compromising position on a tour of a BDSM academy, he realizes there's more to her than meets the eye. Fascinated by her assertive alpha personality coupled with her desire to submit and serve, Pamela intrigues him.
As Pamela shines light once more into the dark corners of his life, Kristoffer finds himself struggling between remaining in his safe and lonely world or emotionally opening himself up to a vibrant woman, who asks for nothing more than he’s able to give. Guiding her in mind-training exercises to prepare her for some future Dom, Kristoffer finds his body awakening as well. Will Kristoffer be able to close the door to his past and open his heart to the ginger-haired sprite who makes him question everything he once believed?
ROAR is a standalone, although some familiar secondary characters from the Rescue Me Saga (particularly Gunnar Larson, Kristoffer’s cousin, and Mistress Grant) will make some delightful cameo appearances.
As Pamela shines light once more into the dark corners of his life, Kristoffer finds himself struggling between remaining in his safe and lonely world or emotionally opening himself up to a vibrant woman, who asks for nothing more than he’s able to give. Guiding her in mind-training exercises to prepare her for some future Dom, Kristoffer finds his body awakening as well. Will Kristoffer be able to close the door to his past and open his heart to the ginger-haired sprite who makes him question everything he once believed?
ROAR is a standalone, although some familiar secondary characters from the Rescue Me Saga (particularly Gunnar Larson, Kristoffer’s cousin, and Mistress Grant) will make some delightful cameo appearances.
Interview
La Crimson Femme: What inspired you to go this new direction?
Kallypso Masters: ROAR isn’t a totally new direction. In fact, in some ways,
it’s vintage Kallypso Masters with BDSM for fun and not healing (much like in
NOBODY’S HERO). There are a number of erotic BDSM and sexual scenes, but my
trademark is the slow build-up so those looking for erotica might be bored
until the end. I focus more on the Romance, but when I write hot scenes,
they’re erotic.
SPOILER ALERT!!!
My niche audience wants a deep, emotional STORY along with the
kink and sex—and, oh, my, what a story ROAR tells. The hero’s wife has been
left in a persistent vegetative state following an accident four years earlier
that he feels responsible for, and he has no intentions of looking for love
again. In his mind, he’s still married, even if his wife is unable to
participate in the marriage (which for some would negate his vows). He’s
extremely honorable and loyal. Then along comes Pamela Jeffrey, a surgeon he
met briefly in a meeting only to find her standing naked in a BDSM academy’s
anatomy class.
He still isn’t interested in starting an intimate relationship,
but they begin to work together on a humanitarian-aid project and his innate
Dom is drawn to her and some issues she wants to work on. Of course, BDSM doesn’t
equate with sex, so he has no problem offering his help. What begins as
friendship then becomes a limited Top/bottom dynamic, but the two are fighting
a strong attraction. How they carve out their unique happily ever after will
have readers on pins and needles. Just don’t expect them to go from point A to
point B to point C, though, without lots of twists, turns, and surprises. With
my books, it’s the journey as much as the destination—probably even more so.
Another factor that made the telling of this story challenging
is that I did a crossover with my friend and fellow author Red Phoenix. In
2014, she told me she was setting one of her serials in her third novel in Denver
and asked if she could mention Adam Montague (the head of my “family” in the
Rescue Me Saga) in it. Sure! Then I suggested we come up with a scenario in
which characters from my world would be placed inside Master Anderson’s The
Denver Academy. I chose two characters who were either extremely minor (Pamela)
or nonexistent (Kristoffer) in my Saga. So more than a year before ROAR came
out, I needed to flesh out this scene, not knowing the characters at all, as it
turned out. I thought I’d write a sexy romp with them—until Kristoffer killed
that notion by revealing Tori’s condition to me in chapter three. (I thought
for sure she was already dead before the story began!)
So, I had to try and stay within the spirit of that scene
without negating what had been revealed in Red’s book (the serial published in
June 2015 and subsequent full-length novel in September of that year), even
though my characters had done a 180 and my book would be totally different from
what I’d originally imagined. Somehow, though, it all turned out and I know
that my readers have enjoyed the crossover in Red’s Brie series and having her
characters part of the beginning of ROAR.
La Crimson Femme: What IS different about ROAR?
Kallypso Masters: Aside from the unique happily ever after ending, this is
my first story with an alpha submissive who is as strong and independent as her
Dominant. It’s a tricky dynamic to even define because in the lifestyle there
are extremely differing opinions. But I define it as it pertains to these two
and I know readers are enjoying her quiet, but insistent ways of steering
Kristoffer in the right direction. NOT in a BDSM scene—because he does tend to
call her on her tendencies to manipulate scenes by topping from the bottom—but
in life and their relationship. I can see another alpha on the horizon with
Gunnar Larson’s woman, Heidi. (Gunnar, Kristoffer’s cousin and a familiar
secondary character who has minor roles in the Rescue Me Saga, shows up in
ROAR, but Heidi is only mentioned. They will get their book in a romantic
suspense trilogy I plan to write later on.)
La Crimson Femme: What direction are you interested in that you are hesitant
to try and why?
Kallypso Masters: There are plenty of directions that I have NO interest in,
but I think with ROAR I’ve discovered that anything my characters want, I’d
better become interested in. I didn’t set out to tell the story this way and
when first confronted with the scene a bit into the story where Tori’s condition
is revealed. I probably screamed NOOOOOO as loudly as my readers are doing now.
But my characters come to me adamant about that their stories be
told their way. While they don’t arrive with the full story, usually their presenting
circumstances won’t change—only how I deal with them. They rarely know how to
find their relationship and issues, either, so it’s up to me (sometimes with
lots of brainstorming with subject experts and editors) to sort things out and
take them to their happily ever after ending.
Among the many genres I don’t think I’d ever be interested in
writing would be paranormal, horror, mystery (although ROAR sets up an
interesting trilogy that will be heavier in suspense than anything I’ve done
before and still have strong romance plots in each of the books). But I’ve
learned to never say never because as soon as I do, some character will show up
demanding that I tell his or her story THEIR way.
La Crimson Femme: Favourite relaxation technique?
Kallypso Masters: I plug into the web site Brain.FM using my iPad and Bose
noise-canceling headphones every night or when taking a nap and set it for
8-hour sleep mode (regardless of how long I actually intend to sleep) and it
calms me and my busy mind immediately. If I’m trying to relax without falling
asleep, taking a walk or having a glass of wine helps. I’m not much on watching
television, but if I do, it’s a DVR’d show I can skip through the commercials
on.
La Crimson Femme: When you are stuck in a scene, what do you do to get you
unstuck?
Kallypso Masters: I’ve learned that when I’m stuck in one scene, it usually
means I’ve gone in the wrong direction and that the characters have left me. I
can try jumping to another scene, because I don’t write linearly, and deal with
the troublesome scene later (after I figure out the errors of my ways). Or I
can do one of three things to try and get the characters back—take a walk, take
a nap, take a shower. If none of those activities work, then I resort to
journaling over a few days. I really should journal every day, but have gotten
out of the habit. However, it’s a great way to tap into my subconscious (or the
heads of my problem character(s) at the moment) and to sort things out.
With ROAR, I came to a screeching halt last September and after
some brainstorming, realized I’d become paralyzed with worry about how my
readers would accept a story so different from anything else in the Romance
genre. After some brainstorming and finding a way to a happy ending that I thought
would work, I did a rewrite, and then got some brutally honest feedback from an
editor and her Dom who let me know my heroine was weak and unlikable. So, more
brainstorming and FINALLY I nailed Pamela’s character. A few days later, I
started the final iteration of ROAR, and it flowed like crazy. Many of the
scenes I’d written before still worked, but with changes in perspectives and
details (or sometimes implements/toys used). This time, unlike the first two,
the words just poured onto the screen. Within three months, I had written,
edited, polished, and published my second longest novel. Judging by readers
into my style of storytelling, it’s one of my best (if not THE best) books I’ve
written. Of course, I’m the type of writer who won’t put a book out until I
am 100 percent happy with it. I knew I’d nailed it this last time and was happy
to share it with readers. Because I don’t write short books, they’re an
investment in time and money and I don’t want my readers to waste either.
As a writer, it’s really important to trust your intuition and I
lost sight of that twice with this project. I wasn’t happy with Pamela’s
original characterization either, but felt hemmed in by what readers knew about her when
they first met her in chapter eighteen of SOMEBODY’S ANGEL. Clearly, she was
searching for something (and thought she wanted one thing but that was totally
wrong for her) and was with someone (Marc D’Alessio) who was equally lost, so
neither of them had it right.
La Crimson Femme: Sex toys… what have you seen that makes you go – hell no!
Kallypso Masters: Clover clamps. I love nipple clamps (tweezer, clothespin, etc.)
and like a little tit torture as much as the next woman, but from everything
I’ve heard about those clover clamps from submissives who have tried them, they
are vile and might cause a submissive to want to rip the face off her/his Dom. Extreme
pain isn’t my thing, so I will avoid them, thank you very much. But I’m sure
I’ll be using them in a fictional scene someday.
La Crimson Femme: Thanks for stopping by and answering my questions.
Excerpt
“You’re doing very
well, Sprite. I am proud to be your Top tonight.” He reached up and stroked her
cheek. She smiled.
Someone in sleek
black leather pants delivered their drinks. When she spoke, Pamela recognized
her as none other than Mistress Grant. She’d served as the bartender many times
when Pamela had played here before and must still enjoy that duty even with her
current status. Pamela had met her again once at the Forseti Group. The woman
had the ability to do anything and everything at once, apparently.
“What a pretty lap
decoration.”
Don’t respond. Don’t react. She wasn’t even supposed to thank her for
the drinks. She wasn’t sure she could speak without revealing how insulting she
found the label.
“May I touch?” she
asked Roar. He must have nodded because Mistress Grant began to stroke Pamela’s
hair as if she were a dog. While the two women had been equals in Gunnar’s
boardroom last month, the Domme clearly wanted to put Pamela in her place.
She chuckled as if
aware of the effect she had on Pamela. “Roar, I’ve prepared the room you
requested for you and Sprite to play in tonight. No hurry, though. You have the
room for the entire evening.”
Roar stroked her
back. “Excellent. Thank you. She just began training with me a couple of days
ago, but we were in need of something special for tonight’s lesson.”
The two of them
spoke a bit about plans for Gunnar’s upcoming mission, and despite Pamela’s
best efforts to stay focused, other conversations around her filtered into her
mind. She tried to see if she heard any voices she recognized, but none sounded
familiar. People came and went all the time in clubs like these.
A pinch to her thigh
brought her back to the moment. “Mind telling me what you’re thinking about,
Sprite?”
She worried her
lower lip, but knew she would have to respond. Maybe she could also find out
some information. “I was wondering if anyone I know is here tonight.”
“What difference
would it make? You’re supposed to be focused on me.”
“Oh, and I am, Sir.”
Liar. “It’s just that you haven’t
given me anything to do yet.”
He chuckled. “Why do
I get the feeling I’m going to be working with a brat?” She batted her eyes
innocently, and he shook his head. “Finish your water. I want you to stay
hydrated tonight.”
She picked up the
glass and chugged it, anxious to start. Well, continue. They’d started back in
her apartment tonight.
“Thank you again,
Mistress Grant.” Roar indicated for Pamela to stand, and she did.
He took her forearm
and directed her toward the hallway that led to the eight private play rooms.
Don’t anticipate.
Don’t analyze.
Stay in the moment.
She kept up the
mantra all the way down the hallway until he stopped at the second door on the
right. She’d never been inside this room before.
He knocked, which
seemed odd. Hadn’t Mistress Grant just told him the room was available and
reserved for them for the night?
She didn’t hear any
sound from inside before Roar reached for the knob and opened the door. The
scent of candles or incense—an exotic mixture of scents that included patchouli
and possibly jasmine—greeted them, but the room was empty of other people’s
feet as best she could tell.
Trying to peek at
the room without lifting her head enough to be noticed by him, she was able to
make out a round tent of heavy maroon and gold curtains at the opposite end of
the room. The flaps to the entrance were open enough to see mounds of enormous
pillows inside. The room was decorated with faux gold-leaf ornamentation
against sky-blue walls and ceiling. The floor looked like marble, but had to be
fake.
Lifting his hand to
point toward the corner, Roar commanded, “Go behind the privacy panels and
choose whatever costume you’d like to wear for me tonight. No need to remove
your panties, but lose the bra and tank.”
How’d he know she
also wore a tank? Observant man. Before heading off to the dressing area, she
wanted to ask if he had a favorite color but hadn’t been given permission to
speak and wasn’t supposed to concern herself with his pleasure tonight, so
she’d have to do her best in choosing. Behind the panel, she found an array of
harem pants and bra tops with beading and sequins. Lots of scarves in every hue
lined what looked like a tie rack.
Shucking off her
mules, she felt the cold floor beneath her. Wow! Maybe it was real marble.
Regaining her focus, she removed her turtleneck, tank tee, bra, and jeans,
before trying on several pairs of harem pants until finding the best-fitting
pair. The decision on what color he might prefer was answered for her—the ones
that fit. Green. A peaceful color that complemented her eyes. She hoped he
liked it. The matching bra was a little tight in the cup area, but that
probably was intentional because most Doms would want cleavage. She’d never
dressed in such a revealing manner before with Kri—Roar.
Good thing her
panties were skin-toned. Otherwise, it might have shown through the sheer
material of the pantaloons. She saw a vanity at the far end of the dressing
area and started toward it to apply some color to her eyelids, but he hadn’t
asked her to do anything but put on a costume. Unsure if harem makeup was part of
her costume, she stood indecisively for a moment.
Don’t anticipate what he wants. Just follow
his exact instructions.
He clapped three
times, summoning her to his side. Giving the bra one more tug upward to cover
as much of her breasts as possible, she grabbed several green scarves to tuck
into the bra and hide her bare middle. She’d been doing sit-ups and walking
more, but had gone a little flabby since she’d returned to the States.
For good measure,
she grabbed one more and used the hairpins available to secure it over her nose
and lower face leaving only her eyes showing. No time to check the mirror to
see if she’d achieved her goal of being alluring. She scurried barefoot out from
the dressing area to see that Roar was lounging on the pillows inside the tent,
the flaps drawn back even more, and resting on hooks near the entrance.
He’d dressed as a
sultan in gold lamé robes, but without a sultan’s turban. His hair had been
loosened from its usual leather thong. He motioned her to join him on the bed.
“Crawl to me, like a
proper harem girl.”
She’d only gone a
short way on the marble floor before realizing the veil was in the way so she
quickly tucked the end into her cleavage at the top of the bra. Thankfully, he
hadn’t given her the instruction to crawl until she was only six feet away from
the cushions, because her knees ached in a very short time from crawling across
the cold, marble floor. The pillows in front of her appeared to be plush and
comfortable, and she made her way toward them.
“Eyes on me. Seduce
me as you come to me. Pay attention to nothing else.”
She lifted her head,
her emerald eyes indicating she smiled as she closed the distance between them.
The veil now hid her most obvious charms from him, so she wasn’t quite sure if
she was succeeding in seducing him. She moved like a cat on the prowl, slow yet
purposeful.
Before she reached
the entrance, he ordered, “Position number three.”
She nibbled the
inside of her lower lip as she knelt, straightening her back and tucking in her
butt as he’d shown her the other night. She hoped there’d be no more kneeling
on rice, especially on this hard floor. In his apartment, the hard grains had
been scattered on a towel on top of carpeting.
She placed her open
hands in a box hold as she lowered her head once more and waited for him to
inspect her pose. Rising to a kneeling position, he moved toward her. The first
thing he did was to remove the veil from her face and cleavage. The scarves
she’d hoped would hide any sagging parts were cast aside next.
“Better.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Did I give you
permission to speak?”
But she’d only
thanked him! What was wrong with that?
Oh! She’d better adhere to the letter of the command from now on. “No,
Sir. Your harem girl apologizes for her lapse in obedience.”
“Your apology is
sweet, but a transgression nonetheless. You’ll pay for them all later tonight
as part of your training.”
Oh, dear. That didn’t sound good! He sounded as though he expected her to fail
at a number of things. She’d show him!
“We are going to
work more on mindfulness and keeping you in the moment. You are not to think
about, say, or do anything unless I tell you to do so. Your only duty tonight
is to please me with your obedience and your attention. Is that understood?”
She nodded.
“When I ask a direct
question, you’re to answer with words.”
“Sorry, Sir. Yes, I
understand.” Had she just added to her punishment?
Focus. She didn’t want to have any further slip-ups tonight.
“Crawl closer to
me.” She moved onto the round mattress and progressed forward until a
leather-tipped riding crop and a bowl of stemmed grapes and hulled strawberries
filled her view. He told her to stop mere inches away from him.
“With your mouth,
pick up the crop and present it to me.” She opened her mouth and caught the
leather between her teeth, lifting her head and turning it in his direction as
she maneuvered over the bowl, hoping not to spill anything. “Very good,” he
said as he took the crop from her. He stroked the leather tip down her back,
causing goose bumps to rise.
He hadn’t instructed
her to change position, so she remained on all fours, face lowered.
Her stomach growled.
What the heck? She’d eaten both lunch and dinner today. But Roar didn’t offer
her any fruit. Instead, he continued to stroke her with the crop. She wondered
when he would use it on her—and where. Her breasts? Her butt?
He laid the crop
sideways at waist level on her back and stretched out on his side with his
elbow on the pillows, propping his head in his hand to admire his handiwork,
she supposed.
“Turn your head
toward me.” She’d gotten a bit of a crick in her neck from straining in this
unnatural position, so she moved slowly to allow the muscles to cooperate.
“Feed me. No hands.
And do not let that crop fall off
your back.”
How was she supposed
to achieve any movement without that end result? Pamela glanced at the bowl of
fruit and quickly realized that meant using her lips and teeth only. Bending to
retrieve a plump strawberry between her teeth, she crawled toward him.
Balancing the crop seemed impossible, and she groaned when she felt it slipping
toward the waistband of her harem pants, but it stopped there. She breathed a
sigh of relief.
Moving even more
cautiously, she lowered her head to his. He smiled before opening his lips and
accepting the plump berry.
“Now, one for you,
Sprite. Didn’t you eat dinner?”
“I did, Sir. I think
the fruit looks delicious, though.” She wanted to refuse for fear any more
movement would send the crop tumbling, but refusal to obey wasn’t an option.
She crawled backward the short distance until she could choose another
strawberry and chewed slowly, savoring its sweetness. He must have found a
source for berries from the valley. Delicious.
“Continue to feed us
both alternately until the bowl is empty.”
Why had he chosen
such an enormous bowl? She dipped her head again and moved forward, wishing she
could just move the bowl closer. But he most likely had placed it there for a
reason. She safely delivered a grape into his mouth and returned gingerly to
the bowl, cursing him for placing it so far away.
“What was that
thought?”
Drat! “I wondered if this might be easier if we moved the bowl closer to you
so that I might feed you more efficiently, Roar.” Normally, efficiency was
important to the man, at least in business dealings.
His laughter made
the mattress shake beneath her, and she worried that movement alone might
topple the crop. “Nice try, my sweet girl. Remember—I’m the Top in this scene.”
One of the things
she’d fought against in medical school and after was being deemed childish and
therefore lesser than, but she knew in the presence of a Dom, it often was just
another way of establishing authority over the submissive.
He grinned. “I
wouldn’t be surprised if you had a few choice words for your sultan as well,
given the look on your face.”
She needed to school
her features better. The man seemed an expert at reading expressions. Maybe he
read minds, too. Of course, she’d left off the part about swearing at him, not
that he hadn’t guessed anyway.
“I’m adding two more
lashes to your punishment for taking so long to resume your duties just now.”
Pamela wondered how
many total there would be by the time they finished. How many would be added if
she dropped the blasted crop? But she quickly went back to work, alternating
between feeding first him and then herself while keeping the crop balanced on
her lower back. She fed him the last strawberry and then bent her head to await
further instructions. He reached out to stroke the top of her head.
“Thank you, Sprite.
You did well.”
She smiled. One
thing was certain; she’d remained focused almost the entire time on the tasks
she’d been given. When he said nothing else but only continued to stroke her
head, she wondered what would be next. She dared not move, though, for fear of
losing the crop.
She’d never acted
out the harem-girl fantasy with anyone before, but enjoyed it, wondering how
he’d guessed at her love of Jeannie.
Roar thumped her on
the head with his finger, bringing her back to the present. She wasn’t paying
attention, but what was she supposed to be thinking about? He hadn’t really
given her any new instructions.
“Your only duty tonight is to please me with
your obedience and attention.”
Why was it so difficult
for her to empty her mind of everything but what he’d instructed her to do?
She’d have to try harder.
Once again the
minutes stretched out without any additional instructions from him. Whenever
her mind started to wander, she reined it in—and waited. Voices from the
hallway drifted in, momentarily distracting her.
Another thump on her
head told her she’d been busted again. How did he catch her so quickly? What
tells were giving her away? She felt the crop slipping and straightened her
back again, curving her spine until she’d managed to right it to a balanced
position again. That was close. She didn’t want to think what punishment she’d
receive if the crop fell off.
His hand fell to the
pillows beside her. He remained silent, and she wondered when he was going to
give her another command. Merely being here on all fours with a crop balanced
on her back didn’t seem like it would provide him with much pleasure.
A soft snore broke
the silence. Sleeping? He’d fallen asleep? Seriously? She might be here all night
if he didn’t awaken soon. No, someone would clear the rooms at some point. She
ventured a glance at him and saw his features had softened, almost to that of
an innocent boy. The man had to be exhausted from all the responsibilities he
shouldered with Tori’s care and Gunnar’s financial empire. Why he’d taken her
on as well was beyond her. She shouldn’t have agreed to let him do this.
As another ten or
fifteen minutes dragged on, her mind wandered several times to a conversation
in the hallway.
Oh, no! The crop
slipped off without warning, landing on Roar’s thigh. She waited for him to
awaken and chastise her for not keeping her mind focused on such a simple task,
but he didn’t move. Surely he’d felt it. Would he know if she picked up the
crop and placed it on her back again? Probably. Even if he wouldn’t, she didn’t
want to disobey him. There would be consequences when he awoke, but she’d
prefer to suffer those than to add a punishment for willfully doing something
without permission.
“Quite a predicament.”
She startled when he
spoke. His eyes were still closed, but his lips held a hint of a smile. Had he
been sleeping at any point, or had he only wanted her to think he was asleep
and no longer attentive? Thankfully, she had used good judgment.
At last, he opened
his eyes and caught her staring at him. She quickly remembered her place and
lowered her head and gaze to her hands. He picked up the crop and placed the
end under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Now we need to
carry out your discipline for the many times you failed to keep your mind
focused on me tonight.”
She said nothing, as
if anything she said would make a difference. She wondered what type of
corrective measures he had in mind. The crop? Probably not. He knew how much
she liked spankings of all types. His disciplinary action would be something
she didn’t care for, no doubt, or it would be funishment, instead.
“Still trying to
figure out what happens next, Sprite?”
Damn it. She’d done
it again—and so soon!
“I’m sorry, Sir. I
can’t seem to turn off my brain.”
“Pray tell, what
were you thinking just now?”
“I was wondering
what implement you would use to punish me, Sir.”
“Is that any of your
concern? Do you expect to affect the outcome by dwelling on such matters? Why
worry unnecessarily about something that might not happen at all?”
“No and no, Sir.
And, yes, it is a waste of my time to worry and takes me away from paying full
attention to you.”
“Exactly. I will say
you performed better than I expected you to do when you had actions to perform.
I’m pleased you’ve only racked up the six for dropping the crop plus another
six for inattentiveness and letting your mind wander several times.”
His words of praise
were lost momentarily as she continued worrying about what he would use to
deliver those dozen strokes, but she pulled her errant thoughts back, cleared
her mind, and waited.
Roar rose from his
reclining position to his knees and crawled off the pillows to stand outside
the harem tent’s entrance. She waited some more. After a moment, he said,
“Crawl out, Sprite.” When she reached the edge, before she placed her hand onto
the marble flooring, he reached for her arm. “Stand.” He helped her to her
feet, making sure she was steady before releasing her.
“Follow me.” He turned toward the corner, and
she followed until he stopped. “Tell me why you’re being disciplined.”
“For my inability to
maintain my focus on you and for allowing the crop to fall from where you had
asked me to hold it for you.”
He nodded and
reached into his robes to pull something out. Placing a quarter on the wall,
she knew her punishment immediately. He commanded that she press her nose
against the coin and keep it from slipping away from her.
Why couldn’t he just
paddle her with a crop or spank her with his hand?
You are not to question his actions.
The coin was placed
slightly higher than where her nose would be with her feet flat on the ground,
so she stood on tiptoe.
“Twelve minutes. You
will remain attentive to the position of the coin. If it falls, you’ll begin
again until you complete a stint of twelve consecutive ones.”
Nothing was going to
distract her from this assignment.
Only a dozen. I’ve got this! The coin
was warm from where it had been against his skin, she supposed. After some
unknown amount of time, Pamela began sweating and worried that the coin would
slip, so she pressed it even harder.
Focus.
Roar would let her
know when the punishment had been completed to his satisfaction. He said
nothing, but she was certain he stood directly behind her.
Don’t think about
him or anything but the quarter!
A hitch in her
shoulder made her twitch, and the coin clanged to the floor. Damn it!
“Five and a half.”
That’s all?
“Straighten up.”
Pamela corrected her posture, and he worked the kinks out of her shoulders with
strong, sure hands. He gave an excellent shoulder rub. She cringed when, all
too soon, he placed the coin against the wall again and indicated for her to
move forward again and hold her nose there.
“Let’s make it to a
full count this time.”
Focusing her mind on
one simple task was more difficult than she thought. Determined not to fail him
again, she gave it her best. Nothing existed in the world right now but her
nose and this coin.
Before she knew it,
Roar spoke. “Time.”
A sense of elation
soared through her, but she hadn’t been instructed to pull away yet. He
chuckled. “Very good, Sprite.” He stood behind her, his body warm against her
chilled backside, and held her face between his hands as he pulled her away
from the wall, letting the quarter drop to the floor unheeded.
“You did well that
second time. I’m proud of you.” When he lowered his hands, she wished he’d
touch her again, but knew tonight had been far beyond his comfort zone. “Let’s
get dressed, and we’ll go out to the great room for a while to discuss
tonight’s exercises.”
With a mixture of
satisfaction borne of pleasing him and pride in having maintained her focus
better tonight than she had in the past with him, she returned to the dressing
area and tossed the costume into the bin marked laundry. After changing into
the clothes and shoes she’d worn here tonight, she followed Roar to the great
room where music poured from speakers near the stage. She kept her gaze on the
floor once more as he held out a chair for her. She’d hoped to be his lap decoration again, because he never
made her feel humiliation. But, instead, she felt him pull away.
“Would you care for
something more than water now?”
“Yes, Sir. A
Wallbanger, please.”
He laughed and
walked over to the bar to retrieve their drinks. She listened to the music and
conversations flowing around her. Roar hadn’t told her what to do other than
wait for him, but she assumed she was not to make eye contact with anyone.
He returned with
their drinks. “What are your thoughts about tonight’s scene, Sprite? You can
look at me when you speak.”
She met his gaze and
smiled. “My mind did wander some, but not as badly as it usually does. Being in
the private room with fewer distractions helped, I think. And you didn’t allow
me to go too long without bringing me back to the moment. I’m surprised at how
quickly you pick up on the fact that my mind is drifting.”
He smiled, but
didn’t reveal his secrets. “Was there anything that made you uncomfortable?”
“When I thought
you’d fallen asleep and that I might be there until the club closed.” Again, he
only smiled enigmatically, keeping her guessing as to whether he actually had fallen asleep.
Whatever the next
few weeks held, no doubt Roar would have a profound effect on her psyche.
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