Teasing and denial in fiction: As She's Told: a bdsm novel

Thanks again to Reynard for posting about my just-released novel, As She's Told (http://tantalism.org/node/view/1934/). Teasing and denial have always been central kinks for me, and so they've been very central in my books. My interest has not been quite so much around self-control and willpower, however; locked hardware is more my thing. My heroine starts with the one and is moved to the other in the course of the story.

As She's Told is about the development of an intense, loving, creative d/s relationship. It's a book with rounded and complex characters, lots of imaginative kink, and a grounding in the real world. It is also -- dare I say it -- a well-written book that offers a lot more to the reader than standard pulp. And it's hot as hell. )

I thought folks might like to see an excerpt:



Each subsequent session brought me quicker to the verge. I'd shake, and strain, and whine if he let me, and beg if I wasn't gagged. I couldn't know; he might relent, and anyway the words just seemed to tumble out of me, like a cascade of stuffed toys bouncing ludicrously down a rocky hill, amusing and futile. When it was time to take him into my mouth, whimpers and moans bubbled up around his cock. My lips and tongue felt soft and engorged; my throat opened eagerly, as if I could take him all the way down, all the way down, and at last be satisfied.

'Please?' I whispered on one occasion, as he slumped back on the couch, his thigh muscles relaxed beneath my cheek, his maddening body radiating fulfilment. 'Please, master, please?' One lazy hand toyed with a lock of my hair. I kissed his wrist and thigh with trembling lips, my hands writhing behind my back. 'Please?' I murmured, a little louder.

'No.'

My neglected cunt throbbed harder, like a swollen heartbeat. 'Please, why ... why not?' I wailed suddenly, then stopped my mouth against his thigh, frightened.

But he laughed, deep in his chest, and didn't smack me for my impudence. 'We've been over that, little girl. Because I enjoy you more this way. Deprivation improves you. Taste, texture, smell. A much juicier product.'

A sound spilled from me.

'Enhanced audio, also.'

I bit my lip and silenced myself. The sulkiest attempt at revenge. The lazy smile on his lips just got wider. And then he was running a finger around the rim of my ear and singing blues again. Damn it! The infuriating man sang blues when he was happy. And what made him happiest was turning my body to an agonized, needy jelly, and my life into something harder than the hardest luck song.

And the song was, of course, 'Beggin' Woman.' One of his favourites. He leaned down and kissed my eyes and the bridge of my nose, still smiling.

A typical evening would wind down with me crouched at his feet on knees and chest, hands fastened behind me, my whole urgent body throbbing, supporting the weight of his long legs, those comfortable limbs pressing heavy and relaxed against my ass. Somehow without moving, my body was straining forward, trying to find the spot or place in my world that would bring me to climax, seeking contact, my eager flesh encountering nothing but teasing air currents. When he'd finished his chapter or watched the news, when he'd judged that I'd cooled down enough to be touched, he'd fit the shield back over my simmering cunt, lock me up again, kiss away the fresh flow of tears, and put me to bed.



Comments, anyone? Questions? Glad to answer.
As She's Told can be ordered in paperback or ebook formats at www.pinkflamingo.com/Eroticnovels/book_Show.asp?book=PF4152.

Anneke Jacob