The K Club Dark Side Book 1
by Rachell Nichole Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
I am not a submissive. Nuh uh, no way. As a relationship therapist, I understand the appeal of kink, I really do, but it was never for me. Until him.
Sir Clayton Schultz, PhD strode into my life unannounced and with the air of arrogance that only a Dom like him could have.
A chance meeting at a kinky conference where I’m teaching a workshop on the psychology of relationships, leads to one hell of a night. But Sir has rules to follow.
We’re intent on having a little fun at the conference and going our separate ways, but when we get home, and realize we don’t live far from one another, we make it all of a week before we’re together in his bed.
But I’m not sure if I can do this whole submissive thing full-time, or how to reconcile being a strong, independent feminist, and Sir Clayton’s submissive.
“So, Jacey, I want to lay out a few ground rules before we continue.” His voice is businesslike, but there is still heat in his eyes as they watch me closely.
“I’m listening.” Sir. I imagine calling him that aloud. How does that make me feel? I’m not sure. I don’t hate the idea. This is a fantasy. It’s two strangers at a kink conference alone in a hotel room. Figures these places would be thinly-veiled hook-up cons. How many times has he done this before? Not the time for that kind of thought, Jacey. Get your head in the game. He owes you nothing but tonight. And really, he doesn’t even owe me that much.
“First, calling me Sir is not negotiable. Second, everything else is.”
I can’t help but laugh.
He doesn’t join in. He’s serious. Calling him Sir is going to happen if I want anything else. He’s holding me hostage just as effectively as he did when he captured my hand and wouldn’t let it go. And everything else is on the table. It’s obvious he was serious about that as well. He’ll discuss anything I want to explore. That kind of freedom…. I sigh. Oh, yeah. A girl could get used to that.
“Fine what?” his voice is a hard demand.
Oh, like starting right now? Right. Decision time. I want him. That much has been clear from the start. The question is, do I want him enough to give this a try? It will certainly be good research, if nothing else. “Fine… Sir.”
“Good girl.” His smile is full, sweet. And the way he says good girl makes me quiver.
“And number three?” I prompt after a few beats.
“You are eager, aren’t you, Jacey?” He says my name like he means it. It rolls off his tongue with confidence, with desire.
I nod. There’s no denying it.
“Number three is that you’re safe with me. There is nothing we can’t discuss. And nothing that will happen without consent. That goes both ways. You want to do something outside of obey an order, you ask first.” He still hasn’t moved to close the space between us. I want him to. Desperately. In almost any other situation, I would have done so myself by now, but it seems that this distance is important to him. This man who wants me to call him Sir, even though we have come up here to have sex and nothing else.
“That’s reasonable.” Safe with him. The thought brings me comfort. Even though I know nothing about him except that he is a Dom, and an English teacher, which he told me on our way up the elevator.
“Good. Fourth, is that there is no bullshit here. You want something, you tell me you want it. Period. No hinting, no subtle allusions to x, y or z.”
“Agreed.” I can easily accept that. I pretty much always know what I want. But something about this man, and the way he makes me quiver, tells me that what he wants is going to be just as much fun to explore as what I want.
“And fifth, finally, if you want anything to stop at any time, you can say stop, or red. If you’re not sure if you like where things are going, yellow.”
“Right. Like stoplights?” Seems easy enough.
“Exactly. Think you can handle that?”
“Good.” He paces toward me, his long strides putting him mere inches away in a flash. “Shall we begin?”
“Yes.” My throat is parched. My heart is pounding.
“Yes… what, Jacey?”
My sheath clenches. Holy shit. I have never reacted like this to a man. He hasn’t even touched me since we entered the room, and I can feel myself already growing wet. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Good girl. I’m going to kiss you now.” He gives me the barest hint of a moment to protest, and then his mouth is on mine, his hands wrapping around me and yanking my body against his. He kisses me thoroughly, pushing his lips against mine over and over, then sliding his tongue against the seam of my lips until I open for him. When his tongue slides against mine, I melt against him. His strong arms hold me steady and I lose myself in his kiss, in his touch.
I want more. I need more. I am tugging on the button of my suit jacket, but I can’t reach it with my arms smushed between our bodies. He’s holding me too close. A frustrated groan in the back of my throat makes him lift his head just a bit. I’m panting. He grins. “Well, kitten, what is it you want?”
Kitten? The word skitters down my spine like a caress. “What happened to Jacey?” I can’t help but push back, just a little. I know enough about the ins and outs of being a submissive, after two days at this conference. I know that a submissive shouldn’t ask so many questions. But I don’t care. I’m not a submissive, after all. I’m just here for some fun with this particular Sir.
“I think kitten suits you better. At least here. While we’re exploring this side of each other.”
My lips are wet from our kisses. My panties damp with my desire. Pet names are unusual for hook-ups, but I can be on board with this.
Bound by Submission The K Club Dark Side Book 2
In our world, No and Red are two very different words.
It doesn’t matter that I’ve decided I’m done being his submissive. I know something is broken between us and I can’t seem to fix it. So, I am intent on no longer being his. But my insistence that I don’t want him is futile, and we both know it. Until and unless a safeword comes out of my mouth, Sir will show me no mercy.
When he asks me to move in with him, I have never felt more secure. But co-habitation brings its own set of issues, and as we navigate the new stage of our relationship, things get complicated.
And when Sir’s first submissive suddenly comes back into his life, and she reveals parts of his past he hasn’t shared with me, I’m not sure what else he’s been hiding. When I discover his secrets, and the accusations against him start flying, I fear I’ve made a terrible mistake.
I can do nothing except fight this battle by his side, even though I now know he’s been hiding secrets from me. When I’m confronted with his past first-hand, I have to find a way to fight not just for his freedom, but for our lives.
Rachell Nichole is a contemporary steamy romance author, who loves writing sassy sizzling romances about memorable characters who have to fight to hold on to love.
Rachell is the author of more than a dozen romances. In addition to writing, Rachell loves travel, teaching, and foreign languages. She holds BAs in Professional Writing and French, along with an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University.
Rachell lives in Pennsylvania with a mountain of books and the love of her life.
Why I write Kick-ass heroines, even when they need the hero.
Hi all, first, let me say thank you for joining me today to talk about Kickass Heroines, and why I write them.
So, let’s begin with my definition of a Kickass Heroine (or KAH, for short), and then we’ll talk about why I write them, and introduce you to some of my Kickass Heroines.
A KAH, is not someone who is busting down doors left and right and breaking heads (or balls) everywhere she goes. She is not a cold-hearted bitch, or a man-eater, or a man-hater. A Kickass Heroine is a strong woman. And women, as I’m sure many of you know, can be both strong and weak at the same time. Those are not mutually exclusive things.
Being strong doesn’t mean never needing someone else. It doesn’t mean never crying, or breaking down, or asking for help, or being so frustrated with a situation that you want to throw things. Being strong is knowing what you want and need, and going after it.
So, now that I’ve defined what this type of heroine means for me, let’s talk about why I write heroines like this, which is intricately connected with how I define them.
Society shows us a lot of these so-called strong women who are just jerks, who bowl through life not caring who they hurt along the way. If these women we see had penises, we would call them Alpha-holes (i.e. and alpha man who instead of being a true alpha, is actually an asshole masquerading as an Alpha). Or, we see actually amazing Kickass Heroines in real life that are completely reduced to being man-eaters. These are the kinds of women that are denigrated in the boardroom or the courtroom for their brazenness to have a voice, an opinion, and for speaking up.
These are true Kickass Heroines, and I often find myself wondering: If she were a man, would people just think she was badass instead of a bitch?
So my goal when writing these kinds of heroines is to show the world below the surface, below what society thinks of when women in charge feel like they’re forced to show not one iota of what could be perceived as weakness. I want to show other Kickass Women that they can be both amazing, Kick-Ass, sexual, love someone else, and get help when they need it, all without sacrificing their Kick-Ass-ness!
I whole-heartedly believe that romance, and in particular steamy and/or erotic romance, is feminist literature, because showcasing a woman owning her sexual identity, and seeing to her needs, being the woman she wants to be, is to me, the biggest defining component of the feminist movement. So, when a KAH decides that she wants to stay home and raise babies and run an entire household, because that is what she wants, then more power to her! That is being a Kickass Heroine.
So, that’s why I write Kickass Heroines, and now let me introduce you to three of my newest Kickass Herone: Jacey Reynolds, PhD
Dr. Jacey Reynolds has a PhD in psychology, and has opened her own practice of relationship counseling that focuses on sex therapy. She works with patients on owning their sexuality, sometimes on overcoming abuse or assault, or some trauma which has prevented them from having sexually fulfilling lives. She is the kind of Kickass Heroine who can command a room. In fact, that’s how she and her hero meet, while she’s giving a presentation on the psychology of sex at a kinky writer’s convention. She has this concept about using Kink and the tenets of the BDSM lifestyle to help couples communicate better and strengthen not only their sex lives, but their relationship as a whole. So she goes to this conference to learn more about kink, but also to teach writers and kinksters more about the underlying psychology of sex. Jacey is the definition of a feminist, and she understands that submission isn’t about being inferior, it’s about handing over control in a way that you choose. Little does she know at the start of this journey that that is what she’s been looking for all along. Someone who can stand by her and not be intimidated by her Kickass-ness, and also someone who she can give up control to. She finds her perfect match in Clayton Schultz.
Jacey never thought being a submissive would appeal to her personally, so she has to be brave in order to really fight for what she wants. She has to own her sexuality, and embrace this side of herself, without also losing the kickass woman she’s always been. It’s a balancing act that she struggles to maintain throughout the series, but once she finds that the two halves of herself really do fit together, she knows she can spend the rest of her life with Clayton.
Thanks for stopping by, all. I hope you enjoyed learning a bit more about Kickass Heroines and why I write them.
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