*shivering, crawls into bed* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Hmmmm, well, seeing as it’s 1817 and we’re in a tiny cottage in the middle of an English forest, I’m afraid we’ve got to settle for hemp and linen. But we can still get comfy and cozy, right?
*wraps blankets around us* What are you wearing?
I’ve but the one simple smock and it’s getting nice and warm in here…so absolutely nothing!
I’m glad one of us is warm! *chuckles* What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Candies made from violets, cowslips and gillyflowers. And let’s wash it down with some good strong mead or gin.
Candy what? Wow! I've never tried those before. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Um…possibly some nice, soft-ish rope. And some ginger.
*raises brow* Ginger, eh? I'm not going to ask. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I like to cuddle up. Not sure what a burrito is, they haven’t reached these shores yet.
How far afield have a I wandered, anyway? Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Only if you rub! I get pretty chilly too.
*Rubs calves with feet* What are we reading?
We’re reading Bound for the
Forest, an m/m historically-set paranormal romance with
lashings of BDSM.
Oh, now that sounds awesome!
Blurb: Ex-soldier Brien forces Scarlet, a sexy young thief, to lead him into a forest realm of magic, sex, bondage and blood. Can they discover their true feelings for each other before the forest spirits enslave them both?
“Do what you want with me, Master. I’m yours.”
Once again it was such beautiful and absolute submission. Everything about Scarlet -- the sweep of his rounded shoulders, his sandy-gold hair in those quaint little braids, and the vulnerable way he bore the back of his neck -- was breathtaking.
“The charade hasn’t started yet.” Brien’s voice sounded choked; he would not -- could not -- lose control again.
Scarlet peeped up. “You’d better start it then. And make it good. Remember, I want to submit to you, but a wraith or slave won’t necessarily be willing. Use force if you have to. That’s what will strike fear into the enemies’ hearts.”
“You’re what strikes fear into my heart. Stop being so demanding!” Crouching down in front of the woodsman, Brien chuckled halfheartedly. “You’re cold. We’ve got a while yet to go. Come on, put this back on.”
He reached to pull the cloak back up over Scarlet’s shoulders, but Scarlet swatted him away.
“You’ll catch a chill,” said Brien, feeling like a cross between a mother hen and a randy cockerel.
“Don’t you understand? I want to be naked for you! I want you to whip me, punish me. Hurt me!”
“No fucking buts!” Scarlet’s palm cracked across Brien’s cheek. “What do I have to do to get through to you?”
Brien stared at the woodsman, the force of the blow still ringing in his ears. Scarlet was trembling, but whether with fear or anger or just the cold, who knew? There was certainly fire in his eyes.
“Whip me. Punish me. Hurt me.”
He seized Scarlet’s jaw in a bruising grip. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, boy.”
Scarlet’s upper lip hitched. “Try me!”
Brien resisted kissing him. Just. Instead he brayed a low, mocking laugh. What was the problem? He loved a feisty subordinate. If he could just forget the sordid echoes of enchantment about this boy, tonight could be a hell of a lot of fun.