The third book in my Steamwork Chronicles, Steel Dominance, is the story of Dankyo, my Dom who emerged from Iron Dominance. I had never intended for that to happen, or at least not until I wrote the end of that book. I was even surprised at how many readers wanted to see his story told. This made it hard for me to write. I blame my readers for my lack of fingers. I’m sure I gnawed a few down to the bone.
Dankyo was a not an easy man for me to understand. To make a good story, I needed to know his weaknesses, and he wouldn’t cough up and reveal them for months and months. I persevered. I even found the perfect woman to suit his damn stubborn and introverted temperament. She’s stubborn too, a bit of a steampunk geek, yes there is such a thing, and yet she’s also craving the dominance of a man like Dankyo.
Steampunk, for those who haven’t tried reading it yet, is a bit like retro-scifi with a few safety belts to strap you down to earth. No rayguns or aliens, but we tend to still go overboard with our clothes, contraptions and hell-dangerous craziness. If you like scifi or fantasy, you’re likely to settle down with steampunk like a tourist on a beach with a margarita and a half-naked life guard.
One of the things I wanted to do with Steel Dominance was to create a story that had a gorgeous complex plot with an equally fascinating BDSM romance interwoven into the political intrigue, the assassinations and the violence. Readers seem to agree that I’ve managed to do this.
Sofia and Dankyo certainly have some high octane fiery encounters early in the story. Here’s the beginning of the scene where Sofia realizes that Dankyo is more than her match. But, most importantly, she doesn’t mind at all.
Once she’d drained the glass, he took it from her and placed it on the table with the swords. Fatigue crept in, and she swayed. Crossness kept her from lying down on the cushions and pretending to be a rag doll…a very sweaty rag doll.
“Why? Why did you push me? Why now? Are you trying to turn me into a pile of mush?”
Dumbstruck, she stared back. At last. It was like the tide coming in on a deserted beach. Life returned. Tears came to her eyes. Angrily she scrubbed them away with her forearm, then sniffed. “Damn you. Why do I care? You just made me so unhappy.”
His smile faded. Then he stepped in close, and picked her up under her armpits. She gasped as he carried her all the way to the plaster wall behind where he held her with her feet dangling. Dankyo buried his face in her neck and breathed a while. She felt his lips on her skin and his tongue taste her.
What was this? Little tremors ran across the thick muscles of his shoulders.
“Thank God, you’re alive.” He let her slip a little lower until she could see his eyes on a level with hers.
“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
He moved so his thighs were between hers and supporting her, his arms wrapped across her back. “Two hours. You promised me to be back in two hours. You took three and a half.”
Ah. It was that. All this because… “You worried about me? I didn’t really promise, did I? And I was only all excited about everything. Time just…went. I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, smiled grimly. “I did this not so as to turn you to mush. I did it to lose my anger. My anger at you. Your ass should be red and maybe even black and blue.”
“Oh? Umm.” Slowly her eyebrows raised. “It is sore! You whacked me with that damn sword.” She squirmed, feeling the bruises awaken as her backside rubbed on the wall.
“Uh-uh. No. You are not going anywhere.” His arm worked free from between her back and the wall, and then he gripped one side of her top and ripped it away. Though she wriggled some more, he did the same with her panties, maneuvering the fabric out from between their bodies and tossing it aside. “Better, much better.”
Naked with Dankyo between her legs. His erection nudged at her cleft. Only the cotton of his pants separated them. He nipped her lip, caught it between his teeth, then kissed her roughly.
Emerging from the kiss breathing hard and with her clit stirring with warmth, she tried one more time. “I’m all sweaty and awful! We can’t do this.”
He growled. “Be still.”
Her voice trailed off. “Not…not here” She pushed at his shoulders, only to have him whip his other hand from behind her back, catch both her wrists, and hold them to the wall above her head.
“Yes. Here.” Then he watched her as carefully as a bug collector observing a strange new butterfly while he wormed his hand between them and pushed a finger inside her.
Though she’d never seen anyone in this secluded place, the possibility was there, and that both horrified and excited her. How perverted am I? No one normal would want this. But her breaths came faster and wetness trickled from her slit with each in-and-out slide of his digit. Slowly waves of need stirred, making her shudder. Knowledge thumped into her—he held her pinned, helpless, with her legs spread by his.
She tried again to move her hands, but they might have been cemented there.
It seemed right to protest. “Let me go!”
Dankyo stepped away until her legs slipped from his thighs, and she stood straining on tiptoe with her arms above her.
“Let you go? Those words again? You know where we are, now. How it is.” Dark amusement colored his voice. He pulled his finger from her and played with her clit, circling it as if it were a new toy. “Those words don’t work, Sofia. I have your yes. Until you take that away, you are mine. So I can do this.” He added a finger and thrust two of them up into her. “Or this.” The third joined them, sliding, finding its way between her swollen labia, stretching her vagina in an exquisite way.
Her mouth fell open in a gasp.
Without conscious thought, her hips tilted, as if she begged for more.
But I am begging. I want…
Another thrust went straight in full depth until the knuckle of his unburied finger touched her lips and his thumb bumped her clit. Then his hand beneath her shoved her a whole inch up the wall.
“Uh!” She shut her eyes.
She moaned and let herself dangle there, supported by his hand between her legs, her toenails barely scraping the ground. Him fucking her while he observed, and while he knew she was a heartbeat from saying no, made her want this even more.
“That’s…beautiful.” The male baritone depth made her jerk her eyes open.
His eyes narrowed. A smile grew as he surveyed her from her face to her breasts and then downward. His gaze lingered at the split of her legs where he’d speared inside. More liquid spilled from her over his hand.
“Move,” she croaked, then panted some more and did a little wiggle as she tested the iron grip on her wrists. Her walls clamped down on the hardness of his fingers.
Dankyo chuckled. “Move?” Then he came closer, covering her struggling body with his.
“Be quiet.” As if to punctuate his command, he clamped his teeth on her earlobe. The sting shocked her into stillness. “You don’t get a say in what I do. Not at all.”
A brilliant researcher, Sofia must unravel the ancient puzzle of the Clockwork Warrior or her career will be in tatters. Yet the tomb of the warrior is in the dangerous city of Byzantium, inside the harem of the Emperor. She knew she’d have to pose as a slave—but not that her “owner” would be the incredibly bossy, gorgeous bodyguard she’s been assigned.
A life of military duty has left Dankyo unprepared for Sofia. He’s never met a woman quite like this. She’s smart and beautiful, and she’s something that he’s finding almost irresistible—despite the way she fights against masquerading as his slave, she’s submissive right down to the bottom of her soul. And that’s bringing out every dominant instinct in his body.
But even as he realizes she’s captured his heart, the city explodes into madness. Surviving seems impossible. Can love and a Dom who will never give up overcome sheer bloody-minded evil?
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