Ashe Barker is visiting today with a snippet from her hot new BDSM! 🙂
Ashe Barker – Tell Me
Hi Katherine, and thank you for inviting me back over to your blog today to chat a little about my latest release. Tell Me is without doubt one of my favourite stories ever. It’s gritty, and realistic, and like many of my books is set in the UK, in the north of England.
Tell Me is about a woman who can’t accept her submissive nature. Neither is she able to resist it. She plays in secret, with a Dom she met at a BDSM club. She knows his first name, nothing else. But she trusts him absolutely and he has never let her down.
Tony is everything Thea believes she is not. Sure of himself, comfortable with his kink, skilled and intuitive. He is the perfect Dom. What could go wrong?
Thea keeps her submissive side completely separate from her ‘real life’ so when her worlds collide she is stunned. How did this happen? She has been so careful, so private. Her instinct is to run, and keep on running. Her Dom has other ideas. Tony is not about to let her scurry away and hide from him. He is uncompromising in his demands, he wants all of her, not just the sexy little sub he plays with at their BDSM club. He is determined to hold her, and keep her safe. Most of all, he wants Thea to feel comfortable in her skin, proud of the woman she yearns to be. His methods are harsh, but will they work?
Tell Me is about trust, and acceptance, and about breaking down barriers. There are plenty of hot, sexy scenes – these two adore their kink and are perfect for each other. But it’s as much about the emotional undercurrent of an intense D/s relationship and the security if offers if Thea can just find a way to accept it. And herself.
I hope readers love the story as much as I do.
Here’s the back cover stuff…
Tell me, Thea.
After months of frequenting her local BDSM club, Thea has found what every submissive dreams of, the perfect Dom. He understands every gasp and shiver of her response and gives her exactly what she craves. He pushes her limits, takes her to the edge and then holds her while she floats back to reality. He knows every inch of her body in intimate detail, but nothing else about her at all. Though he tries to delve into her personal life, he respects her wishes when she refuses. Thea feels compelled to keep her ‘real’ life separate from anything that happens on the BDSM scene, it’s the only way she can exist.
Tony is bewitched from the first moment he lays eyes on his perfect little sub at The Wicked Club. Months of scening with her only makes him crave more. But any pressure for information about her private life has her scurrying away like a frightened kitten. He needs to keep his cool and take it slow in order not to scare her away.
That is until a twist of fate lands Thea in Mr Tony diMarco’s office and her worlds collide. Her perfect Dom is sitting behind the desk at her new job. It’s too much and she refuses to mix her personal and professional lives. But Tony won’t take no for an answer. He needs Thea Richmond in his bed and in his office and he is determined to have his way.
Thea is reluctant to blur the lines, but it’s becoming more and more difficult to maintain her well-ordered existence. Will she trust her Dom to push her to the edge like he always does? Or will she risk losing the man she has come to love?
And of course, here’s a steamy excerpt to get you in the mood.
“The bench. Lay across it.” He turned her in the direction of a spanking bench a few yards away in another part of the dungeon. Thea was oblivious to the presence of other couples engaged in similar play to her own, and to her own near-nakedness as she walked slowly over the warm, polished wood floor. She wore only her thong, as a passing nod to The Wicked Club’s rule forbidding nudity in public areas, and the studded leather collar which Tony insisted on locking around her neck at the start of every scene they played.
Her body was sore, delightfully so, every movement reminding her of what she was, what she craved and why she was here. She reached the bench and draped her body across it, knowing exactly the right position to gain maximum exposure to whatever Tony would offer her next.
She turned her head to see her Dom crouch beside his bag, the rucksack he always used to carry his toys and equipment. He rarely played with anything other than his own personal items, things he knew, and could use with consummate skill. He selected his next implement.
A ripple of terrified anticipation spiked through Thea’s nervous system, causing her to jerk on the bench. Tony caught the movement and turned to regard her, his expression stony.
“Will you need me to tie you in place?”
“No, Sir.” Thea bristled a little at the suggestion. She was no newbie, she knew what a caning was like, and she loved the bite of the rattan against the backs of her thighs. Maybe not while it was actually happening, but always afterwards. Without fail.
Tony straightened and leaned on the bench beside her. Thea had to twist her neck to keep him in sight.
“Are you sure? You know I won’t permit you to move once we start. I have no wish to punish you this evening if that can be avoided so if you think you may fail in this I’m prepared to help you.”
“I’ll be fine, Sir. I promise.”
“Good girl.” The cane in his left hand, Tony caressed her waiting buttocks with his right palm, pressing on the areas she knew must be already crimson from the flogging. “How many strokes do you want?”
“You decide, Sir. You know how it needs to be.” Which was code for You know how much I need.
“Okay, until I decide to stop then.” He stood and moved into position behind her.
Thea nodded, then realised he could no longer see her head so she verbalised her agreement. He wouldn’t start otherwise.
Her active participation now concluded, Thea allowed her slim frame to drape over the bench with a fluid, boneless grace. Her head felt heavy, her thinking slurred already as she sank deeper into her submissive haze.
She let out a sharp hiss as the first stroke landed across both cheeks of her arse.
“Wake up, subbie. Do I have your attention?” Tony sounded impatient, his words clipped and curt. Her head cleared in an instant.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry.”
“Good. We can continue then.” Tony shifted his position slightly to stand at right angles to her upturned bum. From her position across the bench Thea could pick out the sharp crease of his smart trousers and the shine of his gleaming leather shoes, but he was obscured from the knees up.
More about me:
I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.
I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
When not writing – which is not very often these days – my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
I have twenty four (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.
I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.