Submissive, Not a Doormat 1


Mastered by Casey McKay

I have Casey on with her new menage book, and she has an excerpt for us! 

Hi, Megan. Thanks for having me over to share an excerpt from my new book Mastered!

When I began writing Mastered, my main character, Hailey, came out a
little different than most of my other heroines. She’s shy and unsure of
herself. A lot of times the women in my stories end up being sassy and
sarcastic (art imitating life or something). None of those
characteristics came up when I was writing Hailey. She’s inexperienced
with BDSM but she yearns to try it out. And then she ends up in the
hands of two very capable Doms.

But, since she really isn’t assertive, I faced the problem of her
turning into a doormat. I didn’t want that. I wanted it to be believable
that while she was soft spoken and wide eyed and innocent, she could
still hold her own—even in the presence of these two strong, alpha
males.

She has submissive tendencies and as she tells her friend in the book, a
desire to be “mastered”. But she’s not going to just sit back and take
any crap from them. She still has a backbone.

“You remember I said there were no lies between us?” Tom asked.
She nodded slowly, “Yes, sir.”
“Good, then we want to ask you some questions,” Tom explained.

“But we’re going to give you some help,” he added. He pulled the
vibrator out of the drawer in the nightstand where Tom had stashed it
earlier. “And if you’re a very good girl, then you might just get to
come.”

She looked back at him and licked her lips. She eyed the vibrator, then
searched his face. She wasn’t stupid, she knew there was a catch and
she was waiting for it.

Taking a step forward he slid his hand down her belly and dipped a
finger into her pussy. She breathed out a moan and tried to rock her
hips. “Should I put something into this greedy little pussy?” he
taunted.
“Yes,” she hissed out.
He switched on the vibrator and it whirred to life. “Make sure you don’t come until you have permission, angel.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but her words came out as a squeal as
he plunged the vibrating dildo into her pussy. Thrusting in and out of
her, she threw her head back. He teased her pussy lips, pulled it out
and pressed the toy against her clit before fully seating it inside of
her. He made sure the little clit teaser on the outside hovered right on
her little nub.
“Please!” she yelled. “I’m going to come!” She jerked against her restraints, but she couldn’t move anywhere.
“Not yet,” Tom said, coming forward and switching the toy off.

“Argh!” Hailey shouted. Her face turned pink and she shot them both a
murderous glare. Adam loved her wide-eyed and nervous, but he completely
adored her when she looked like she was ready to lose it. He suspected
their little angel had a temper.
“First a question,” Adam said.
“Another game?” she spat out at him.

“Of course,” he said, savoring her frustration. He really was a
bastard. “Think carefully before you answer, because if you are anything
less than honest then you won’t like the consequences.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. It ignited something inside of him and it kicked his Dom mode into high gear.

She tilted her hips forward. She could barely move with all of the
straps holding her down and spreading her open, but she kept her eyes
locked on his and shifted her weight. It was the tiniest increment, but
the dildo lodged inside of her butted into the padded leather. She
caused friction, her eyes widening in surprise and then she let out a
deliberate moan as she smirked at him.
“Dirty slut,” he said, leaning down to hover inches from her face as his hand grasped the vibrator.

Her bravado faltered then, her eyes widening again. He switched the
vibrator on its highest setting and then dug his fingers into her hip.
He rocked her forward and she yelped as the plug in her ass rubbed
against the bench, rocking her back he plunged the vibrating dildo in
and out of her. “Ahh! I’m going to come!” she screamed.

“No you aren’t,” he said, his voice steady, inflecting that hint of
steel that gained her full attention. She turned her eyes to him,
pleading.
“Please,” she begged, as he rocked her forward again.

He watched all her muscles tense as she screamed again—tears popping
into her eyes. He switched the toy off, but kept his hand on it.
Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck he leaned his forehead
against hers. “Do you get to choose when you come?”
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse. Her chest heaved as she panted, a few tears  leaking out the sides of her eyes.
“Do you?” he asked again, not releasing his hold on her and not giving up the point he just proved.
“No,” she croaked. “No, sir, I don’t.”
“I’m glad we understand each other,” he said, placing a kiss on her forehead and easing the toy out of her.
She groaned at the loss. “Please, please, sir. Can I come? I need to come.”
“Be a good girl,” he said, tossing the vibrator to the bed.

Tom glanced at him and stepped forward. The way Hailey sat there,
hanging on their every word, it made him rock hard. How were they going
to get anything out of her when he was having trouble keeping his hands
off of her?

Mastered Blurb:

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.
One weekend.
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?


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