Greetings everyone! I hope the Christmas/Holiday Season is treating you all well. Today, I'm welcoming author extraordinaire, Cassandra Carr, a multi-published, award winning author of books with Loose ID, Ellora's Cave and more!
And, whenever I see the word 'Master' in a title, it captures my interest like the sharp crack of a whip. Knowing it's a Cassandra Carr novel assures me that it'll be fabulous on top of being HOT! So, without further ado, please check out Master Class, make comments, ask her questions, anything! This is a brand-spanking-new release. You won't be disappointed.
MASTER CLASS by Cassandra Carr
Publisher: Loose Id
ePublish date: 12/11/2012
ISBN: 978-1-62300-068-4
Word count: 47,250
Genre: BDSM Contemporary
Ryan Tomasi feels like a failure. His marriage is officially over; the ink
dried on the divorce decree. His friend Jack introduces him to BDSM and he
agrees to attend a Halloween party at a club. A submissive approaches him,
offering herself, and how can he refuse the kneeling beauty? They do a whirlwind
scene and Ryan is addicted—both to dominance and to her.
Lisette Rinaldo is returning to the BDSM club for the first time since
ending a bad relationship with her former master. She spots Ryan and is taken by
the combination of self-assurance and nervousness the man displays as he takes
in his surroundings. And after he gives her an incredible re-introduction to the
lifestyle, she knows she needs to see the man again.
Ryan and Lisette explore each other and the lifestyle, but what started out
as playtime quickly evolves into something more. The problem? Ryan isn’t ready
to get serious again and Lisette doesn’t want to fall in love with a guy who
can’t give all of himself to her. Both of them are going to have to break out of
the bonds holding them back from happiness.
EXCERPT:
“What the fuck is an acceptable costume to wear to a Halloween party at a
BDSM club?” Ryan Tomasi muttered aloud to himself. He did that a lot these days,
since he lived alone after his recent divorce. “Sheesh.”
From his Internet research, he knew people who practiced BDSM—the term
“practice” cracked him up every time—already dressed in some pretty outrageous
outfits. Between the leather daddies and the pony play, as well as the other
strange getups he’d seen online, Ryan wasn’t sure what to think. Full-body latex
encasement? He shuddered.
But one thing was clear. He couldn’t keep fucking random women and feel
good about it or himself. The whole mess had started after Ryan’s now ex-wife
had blindsided him with divorce papers about a year ago, saying she didn’t love
him anymore. The fact he’d loved her and had wanted to work on the marriage
apparently wasn’t good enough, and Ryan found himself living in a rented house
with nothing but his recliner and a futon to sleep on. Over the past year, he’d
done what he could to rebuild his life, and now it was time to take the next
step.
Ryan needed to find someone for more than a one-night stand and, it seemed,
someone who wanted to submit to him, since he’d found he really liked some of
this BDSM stuff, especially the dominating side. He felt like a fool on the bar
scene, and he really wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of guy, though that had been
his MO lately. He’d never even known there was a whole formal “thing” like BDSM
until his friend Jack, a fellow professor at the college where Ryan taught
English literature, had asked one day, while Ryan was lamenting his pathetic sex
life, if he’d ever engaged in any BDSM activities. Ryan had been taken aback, to
say the least. He’d thought that kind of thing was limited to porn. Real people
didn’t get kinky like that, did they? Hell, he’d gotten married at twenty-two
and had been with his ex-wife for almost fifteen years. It appeared he didn’t
know shit about sex—kinky sex scene in particular.
Ryan had been shocked when Jack offered to let Ryan see what his
submissive, Callie, and Jack did in some of their “scenes” so that Ryan could
get a feel for what domination was all about. Jack didn’t allow any actual
intercourse or other sexual contact between him and Callie when they got
together, which Ryan totally understood, so there was a little bit missing from
what he wanted to experience after reading how great the sex could be.
But just watching the way Jack dealt with Callie, and then having the
opportunity to try a bunch of things out himself during subsequent play sessions
with the two of them, had given Ryan a light at the end of what had been a very
dark tunnel since the ex had walked out on him. He believed he’d finally found
what he was looking for; what he’d been missing his entire life. The high from a
woman submitting to him was the most natural, yet most powerful thing he’d ever
felt, and Callie wasn’t even his submissive. What would that feel like?
Shaking out of his reverie, Ryan decided reinforcements were in order and
called Jack. “Hey, man.”
“What’s up?”
“Am I interrupting anything?” He was almost afraid to ask.
Jack laughed. “If you’re asking me if Callie is tied up somewhere waiting
for me to fuck her six ways to Sunday, no, you’re not interrupting anything.
That’s later.”
“TMI, dude, TMI. Anyway, I need help.”
“You need a lot more than help.”
“Yeah, yeah. Seriously, I need to know what a Dom should wear to this
Halloween party.”
“Uh, clothes? Usually only the submissives are naked.”
“Are you going to help or not? You’re the one who said I should go to
this.” Ryan knew Jack was just messing with him, but as this Halloween party was
his “coming out” of sorts as a Dom, he didn’t want to make a fool of
himself.
“All right. I’ll take pity on you. What types of costumes are you looking
at? What will make you feel comfortable?”
Ryan snorted. “Not sure anything can do that. I’m nervous as hell.”
“Remember, a Dom needs to portray an air of confidence. If you don’t, no
sub is going to trust you enough to play with you.”
“I know. And by the time I get there, I’m sure I’ll be a lot calmer. I’ve
been pretty good when I’ve played with Callie, haven’t I?”
Ryan could practically see the smirk on Jack’s face.
“Yeah, but I was there too. She knows better than to disobey me and that I
would keep the play safe. Goes back to that trust issue. Plus, you didn’t have
any sexual contact or anything that might’ve freaked you out. Speaking of that,
you got your medical test results, right?”
“Yeah. Sent them to the club the other day.”
“Good. They won’t let you in unless you can prove you’re clean. Now, back
to the costume. How about something easy like a police officer or a soldier?
Some take-charge type of thing would be fitting.”
“Oh, I like the idea of a soldier.” Soldiers were powerful,
respected—everything Ryan thought a Dom should project. It was the perfect
costume to convey the image he wanted during his first public play. Ryan quickly
typed that into the search engine of the costume store. “Awesome. They have a
pretty cool one.”
“See how simple it is, once you’re not freaking out? I know this is all new
and a little scary for you, but remember, kinksters are people too.”
“Yeah, yeah. You guys are going to be there, right?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t let you go into the big, bad world of BDSM all by
yourself. Also, I’m your sponsor, so you can’t get in without me anyway this
first time.”
“Okay, cool. See you then. And thanks for talking me off the ledge.”
“Anytime.”
Jack hung up, and Ryan looked over the costume specs. It had a camouflage
shirt and pants, along with a set of dog tags. He had black boots already for
when he did stuff around the house. Though he wasn’t imposing by any means at
five-nine and one-eighty, he wasn’t tiny either. Hopefully the costume would
make him look like a bit of a badass. He flexed his bicep. Maybe allow him to
show off the muscles he was just starting to develop with regular workouts at
the gym over the past several months.
* * * *
On Halloween night Ryan dressed in his costume and drove to the club. Jack
and Callie were waiting just inside the doors, and when Jack saw him approach,
he spoke to the bouncer, who waved Ryan through without a word. Jack was clad as
Zorro, and Callie’s dress, if you could call it that, was liberally scored with
slashes. It looked more like a bunch of black bandages than anything else, and
Ryan wondered how long Jack would allow her to remain clothed. If he knew
Jack—and he felt he did after playing with him several times and spending hours
talking to him about BDSM and a whole host of other topics—not long.
He wasn’t sure what was appropriate to say to Callie, so he forced his gaze
away from her and greeted Jack, who grinned.
“You can tell her she looks hot. It’s not like you’ve never seen her
naked.”
Ryan smiled, relaxing. He pivoted back to her. “You look hot,
Callie.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Shall we?”
Jack gestured toward the door at the end of the short hall, and Ryan could
hear a bass beat pounding from the other side. He nodded, swallowing thickly.
Ryan needn’t have worried, though. As soon as he stepped into the room and
looked around, his nerves settled.
I’m home.
The people around him were engaged in all manner of things, but even a
cursory glance at the various scenes playing out before him made him finally
feel like he was normal. He wasn’t a freak for wanting sex and control like
this, despite what his ex-wife had said when he’d suggested some pretty mild
stuff to spice up their sex life.
“What do you think?” his friend shouted over the music.
“It’s fucking perfect.” Ryan couldn’t have kept that note of awe out of his
voice even if he’d tried.
Jack laughed. “I figured you’d say that. I’ll give you a tour, but we need
to do one thing first.”
“What’s that?”
“Lose the shirt. You’ll look way more Dom-ish without it.”
“Dom-ish?” Callie repeated with a chuckle.
“You behave before I decide to leash you,” Jack threatened. “Or maybe we
can give Ryan here some more practice with that paddle you hate so much.”
She looked down. “Whatever would please you, Master.”
“Seeing your beautiful ass bright red and ready to be fucked would please
me greatly, but we need to babysit Ryan for a bit longer before we can
play.”
Ryan pulled off his shirt and stuffed it into his brand-new toy bag. Who
would’ve thought a duffel bag he got at an academic conference would come in
handy to hold the instruments of pain and pleasure he’d spent a small fortune
on?
He followed Jack through the club as the other man pointed out the public
play area, the theme rooms, and the staircase to the private rooms upstairs.
Then they all went to the bar, which served no alcohol so as to keep the
clubgoers sober for play, as Jack explained in answer to Ryan’s puzzled
question. They procured soft drinks—drinks were included in the price of the
membership—and found a comfy couch that was close enough to the public play area
that Ryan had a good view of several scenes taking place. Jack and Ryan sat, and
Callie settled on a cushion in front of her Dom.
“That girl,” Jack said, pointing to a submissive tied to a St. Andrew’s
cross as a man whipped her from thighs to shoulders, “is a hard-core masochist.
As you can see, she’s not wearing a collar, so she’s not owned, but stay away
from her. Until you get more comfortable with impact play, all you’ll do is
frustrate both of you.”
Ryan nodded, forcing himself not to wince as the man laid another welt on
her ass.
“That one,” his friend continued with a jerk of his head at another
submissive, “is a horrible topper-from-the-bottom. She’s definitely not a good
fit for you as a beginner. I’m not really sure why any Dom would play with her.
It would drive me batty to have a sub questioning my every order.”
Jack dismissed a few more for one reason or another as they sipped their
beverages. There weren’t a ton of subs running around without collars, and Ryan
was beginning to believe none of them would pass Jack’s muster.
“She’s a pretty one,” Jack remarked, and Ryan followed his gaze. He nearly
swallowed his can of soda pop whole. Pretty didn’t begin to describe the woman.
She was a few inches shorter than him, from what he could tell in his current
position, and had enough meat on her bones to be curvy. If he was going to be
tying a woman up and fucking the hell out of her, he wanted to be sure her ribs
wouldn’t crack at the slightest provocation.
Her long brown hair was piled on top of her head, leaving the slim column
of her neck exposed. Ryan loved to nibble on women’s necks, and if he had this
one restrained, he’d happily spend hours torturing her in that spot. She was
wearing what looked like a harem girl outfit, with a jeweled bra and flouncy,
gauzy pants. From the looks of things, Ryan was pretty sure she was naked
underneath them.
Jack had been speaking with Callie but straightened up. “Callie said her
name is Lisette, and she’s an experienced submissive who hasn’t been to the club
as far as Callie knows since her split with her Dom a while back. She’s not
owned, as you can see from the fact she’s not collared. The lack of a collar
doesn’t always mean a sub is not owned, but at open parties like this, all owned
submissives must be collared. As you know,” he continued with a grin in Callie’s
direction, “some of us can be possessive bastards, and it cuts down on potential
problems.”
“Makes sense,” Ryan murmured. His friend’s eyes suddenly widened a little
in anticipation, and Ryan turned in the direction of his gaze.
“Hey, do you mind if we go take advantage of that spanking bench? At these
parties, equipment doesn’t stay empty long.”
“No, go ahead.”
Jack helped Callie up and landed a hard swat on her ass. “Go get it for us,
pet. I’ll be right over.” He turned to Ryan. “Feel free to watch us or anyone
else. We should be back within a half hour or so. Callie’s been naughty lately
and needs a good dose of the belt.”
Winking, he walked away, and Ryan laughed. Before Jack had agreed to bring
Ryan here for public play, he’d insisted on several private sessions at the
house he and Callie shared, so Ryan knew Callie’s favorite implement was the
belt. He doubted she would be too upset if Jack used it tonight.
A completely naked woman, save for a collar, came by and took their empty
soda cans. Ryan gave her a small smile but kept his attention focused on the
scenes unfolding around him. Jack was busy tying Callie to the spanking bench,
and the masochistic woman was still being whipped—Ryan couldn’t hold back his
wince this time at a particularly hard strike—and a male submissive was going to
town on his Mistress’s pussy like he was mining for gold. Turning away from
them, he saw a female submissive strapped to what Jack had called a bondage
table with cane marks decorating her ass in perfectly spaced lines and her Dom’s
dick in her mouth. He’d never tried caning, but it looked interesting, if a
little scary. Hell, almost everything looked interesting right now.
Ryan continued to watch as Jack bared Callie’s ass and started out lightly
flicking the belt across it. He’d explained to Ryan how important it was to warm
the bottom up by bringing the blood to the surface to prevent bruising, and Ryan
had spent long hours in the past couple of weeks practicing with a pillow and
the strap he’d ordered along with the other stuff Jack had said he’d need to be
able to play. The club had a nice selection of implements lined up on the walls
of the public play area, but Jack had recommended he get used to his own so he
didn’t make a mistake and hurt a submissive.
He was just about to rise and make his way back to the bar when he caught
movement out of the corner of his eye. The submissive Callie had called Lisette
knelt directly in front of him, a bottle of water laid on her upturned palms.
Ryan raised an eyebrow.
Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr
Buy link: http://www.loose-id.com/master-class.html (won't be live until
Tuesday)
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Website: http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com
Thanks for having me, Ryan and Lisette on today!
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