I freakin' loved Mastered by Casey McKay. I'm not kidding. It's soooo enjoyable! Steaming hot, well-written and a great plot. And yeah, not one, but two doms. I am personally vouching for this book. Go and buy it right now!!!!
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Thanks so much for having me over today, Renee! I brought along an excerpt from my new book, Mastered.
The biggest notes I get about my stories are about my heroes. People either love them or hate them. Very rarely is there an in between. It seems like I can make a hero who is absolutely sensitive and loving and everyone loves him. Or he comes off like a dick.
It's actually really hard writing an alpha male who is likable. You need him to be strong and firm and unbending, but then if you do that too much he's kind of a jerk. So do you sacrifice some of his alpha traits and make him a little more gooey? Or do you run the risk of making him possibly unlikable, but super mega hot in sex scenes?
Mastered is the first menage I ever wrote (the only one so far, but I am definitely doing it again). I was nervous at first that I wouldn't be able to pull it off. The dynamic between a hero and a heroine in a book can be a delicate balance. Throwing in a third person? I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it.
What I didn't anticipate was that it actually came easier than writing a traditional love story between two people. I made Adam have rougher edges. He's kind of selfish and doesn't think before he speaks. Tom is more sensitive. He worries about Hailey's feelings and doesn't want her scared away. I found the best of both worlds. I could make Adam come on strong, all alpha male, gruff and abrasive. And then I could smooth it over with practical Tom. He reels Adam back in. But at some points he even takes cues from Adam to push some limits and go a little further when he otherwise wouldn't have.
Once I found my groove and really figured out what motivated each character, the story just pulled together seamlessly. And everything began to make perfect sense.
The scene I am sharing is the first night Hailey is spending with her two new Doms. It's the first time she gets to witness their dynamic and see them playing off one another. She isn't sure whether she should be overwhelmed or intrigued. I wasn't sure at first either:
She jumped when Adam crouched down in front of her. He smiled and then leaned forward, grasping the bottom of her shirt. "I respect your honesty. But now you're back to nodding and staring off into space." He tugged her shirt up and over her head. She lifted her arms, allowing him to remove it.
It left her bare from the waist up, she had opted to go without a bra, her breasts small enough to not need the extra support. Adam sucked in a gasp. "Fucking gorgeous," he murmured, his eyes trained on her chest.
She looked up, searching for Tom. She expected him to also be staring at her breasts, but he stared right back at her. He said nothing, but his quiet focus on her, not her body, reassured her.
"Put your hands behind you," Adam said.
She picked her hands up and shifted them behind her, grasping her elbows.
He shook his head. "No, put them flat on the floor behind you, arch your back. Support your weight on them."
She shifted again, arching her back to reach, and she quickly realized why he suggested it. Her breasts thrust outward, her nipples hardened into points, she had to gaze across them to see either of the men.
Adam rose to his feet, standing next to Tom again. "That's perfect. Eyes up here, babe," Adam praised. "Fucking Christ, I wish I had my camera." He glanced around the room as if looking for it and she broke her position.
She sat up straight on her knees and brought her arms in front of her chest.
"Relax," Tom said, stepping closer. "No pictures, Adam. What are you thinking?"
Adam looked at Tom in confusion, then over to her. Realizing her panicked state, he gave her a reassuring smile. "Okay, no pictures."
Tom came to kneel beside her. "Okay?"
She nodded, unable to get any words out. Humiliation, embarrassment, and panic were all coursing through her. Tom's warm hand caressed her naked back and she almost purred. His touch felt electric, it left tingles in its wake.
"It's a little hobby of his. Bought himself a fancy camera and he thinks he's a photographer now." Tom rolled his eyes. "You do make quite the picture, but we'll keep this undocumented."
"Thank you," she whispered, turning her face to his. Aware that his lips were a mere inches from hers.
"You are very welcome," Tom replied. He leaned forward then, just the briefest brush of his lips against hers. But she parted her lips, inviting him in, begging him to continue. He did. He pressed up against her and threaded his hand in her hair, holding her in place. The soft silk of his shirt grazed against her nipples as she dropped her arms from her chest. He kissed her deeply, a kiss of possession and power. A kiss that hinted at an underlying hunger. It shot to her toes and filled her with warmth. She could kiss this man for hours. In all of her twenty-five years she had never been kissed like that, and it made her wonder what the hell she'd been doing with her life. He broke away all too soon.
"Very good," he said. To her, or to Adam who still stood watching them, she wasn't sure.
She looked at Adam as Tom got back to his feet. Would he want to be next? Was he jealous? It seemed neither of the two as he passively watched with his hands in his pockets.
"Where were we?" Tom asked.
"Our sexy submissive was in a gorgeous little pose," Adam said, nodding at her.
She shifted back into position, placing her hands behind her, sinking to her heels and arching her back. Her muscles were much less tense now; she relaxed into it and pushed her breasts out again.
"There it is," Adam commented. "And no pictures," he said with a wink.
For a moment, it was like she had an out of body experience. She could see the picture she made. Half naked in front of the fireplace, two men looking down on her. She offered up her body to them. They could do whatever they pleased. Another surge of heat ran through her. If not for her tiny thong there would have been wetness running down her thighs.
Tom stepped forward, his eyes raking over her body. Nobody spoke, but the silence was comfortable. She was quiet by nature, but silence always made her uncomfortable. Her reserve usually came from a debilitating shyness, not contentment.
"Do you currently have a boyfriend?" Tom asked, breaking her from her thoughts.
"No, sir," she replied. She’d almost forgotten about their game.
He was beside her now, she could only see him out of the corner of her eye, but she thought she saw his shoulders relax at her answer.
"Why did you enter the auction?" he asked.
She let his question sink in. Adam had said complete honesty. But what was her honest answer? "I..." she began but didn't know what to say. How do you tell someone the truth when you don't know the truth yourself?
"Hailey." Adam's voice had her switching her attention to him. "You were doing so well, don't stop now."
When she still made no move to answer, Adam circled behind her. She felt the heat of his body up against her back. She heard the rustle of his clothes. He tugged her arms up and pulled her back to lean on him all at the same time. He wound her arms up to loop around his neck, forcing her to sit up straighter on her knees. His hands moved to her breasts and she dropped her arms, placing her hands on his. He froze. "No, put your arms back where they were," he said, his tone taking on a harder edge.
She hesitated, her hands lingering on his, but then she sucked in a breath and obeyed his directions. "There you go," he said as he palmed her breasts. She felt lacking as his large hands made her breasts seem all the smaller. She never had a lot to work with, but a push-up bra did wonders. Tom's words echoed in her mind about there being no secrets between them.
As if she beckoned him forward Tom came to crouch down in front of her. "Should we try again?" he asked, lifting a brow. "Why were you in the auction at Fetishes tonight? We already know you aren't experienced, and you seemed scared out of your mind."
She still couldn't come up with the right answer. What did they want her to say? At that moment Adam pinched her nipples, he squeezed hard, making her gasp. She jerked against him and made a move to drop her arms again, but he growled a warning at her. She kept her arms in place but whimpered under his assault.
"Rewarded for honesty, remember?" Adam said as he loosened his grip, but did not fully release her tortured peaks.
"Uh huh," she said, unable to get real words out as tears pricked her eyes.
"Let's try this again," Tom said, his stern Dom voice in full effect. He skimmed a hand up her thigh and between Adam's rough grip and his gentle caress, her body shook. He got to the apex of her thighs and nudged the gusset of her panties to the side. One thick finger ran through her folds and she moaned. "Shit, she's sopping," he said, looking behind her at Adam.
Hearing this nugget of information, Adam twisted on her nipples. She squeaked and moved her hips, trying to grind down onto Tom's finger, but he moved it away.
She let out a frustrated whine and he chuckled. His fingers were back against her core, "Is this what you want?"
She nodded, pleading with him with her eyes.
"Are we back to nodding?" he asked with a tsk.
Adam pinched her nipples hard and pulled them forward. She screamed out, "Yes! Yes, sir!" Answering Tom's question, fighting through the pain shooting through her nipples, needing Tom to sink his fingers into her.
He didn't make her wait, he thrust two fingers inside of her, making her call out. She was wet enough that he slid easily in, but her body took a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Tom's thumb found her clit, he rubbed over it as he thrust his fingers in and out.
"Ah!" she cried out as she gyrated her hips. She felt Adam's jean clad erection against her ass and she ground down on it. He kept manipulating her breasts—changing up the pressure on her nipples and it was driving her mad. Adam buried his face in the side of her neck, he kissed down, finding the tender spot between neck and shoulder.
Tom moved closer, his fingers still buried within her as he kissed up the other side of her neck. She could only lean back into Adam, letting him support her weight. She stared up at the ceiling. The moans coming from her sounded foreign to her own ears. Tom's lips found her earlobe, he licked and nibbled. She jerked against them, no longer having control over her own body. Tom curled his fingers, hitting her front wall, slamming into her sweet spot. At the same time, Adam pinched down hard and bit her shoulder.
She screamed, too many sensations running through her body. Pleasure, pain, ecstasy—tears leaked from her eyes as she shuddered against them. Just as she started to come back down, started to gain a little more control of her body, they both were at it again. Twisting and pulling, thrusting and jerking. She came apart again. She screamed until her throat felt hoarse, but she continued bucking her hips urging them along. Pleading with them to stop, but begging for it never to end.
Hailey needs money fast, and will do anything to get it. Even lie on her application to enter an auction at Fetishes, a BDSM club.
She'll get the money she needs and anything else will be a bonus. She can handle one Dom for a weekend...except she ends up with one Dom too many.
Tom's reluctant to get himself back into the BDSM scene since his failed marriage. Adam loves his carefree life—nothing tying him down or keeping him in the same place for too long. Neither of them are looking for a relationship. But then wide-eyed Hailey shows up and proves to be a temptation that neither of them can pass up. They offer her an introduction to the lifestyle, and they intend to show her what it's like to be a trained submissive.
It's just one weekend...
The lines between fantasy and reality become blurred and soon Hailey fears she'll only end up with a broken heart. When she disappears, can these two Dominant men admit their true feelings for her?