I’m excited to introduce newcomer to Totally Bound, Helena Stone! Pour a glass, be good to our guest, and assume the position. It’s Hump Day. :)
Thank you for inviting me to your blog today, Aurelia. I’m delighted to share my novel, Little Rainbows, with you as well as my thoughts on what is – in my mind – one of the most important elements in a D/s relationship: trust.
Occasionally somebody asks me whatever possessed me to write a BDSM-themed romance. My answer to that question is neither simple nor straightforward.
First and foremost I wrote the story that came to me. I didn’t necessarily set out to write about BDSM but once I set the story in a sex-resort on the west coast of Ireland, BDSM became an almost automatic part of it.
BDSM holds a powerful draw for me. The safe, sane and consensual premise on which these relationships and interactions are based is beautiful. I love the trust necessary between partners to make a relationship based on power exchange work. Of course all relationships need to be based in trust in order to survive. The level of trust demanded by a D/s relationship goes further if you ask me. While in all relationships both partners have the power to hurt each other, a D/s relationship comes with the added risk of harming the person you are with. Without trust, would anybody open themselves up to that possibility?
The element of trust made me think. What if the issue wasn’t trust or lack thereof between the partners? What if both partners had no doubts as far as trusting the other was concerned, but didn’t trust themselves to live up to expectations or to be able to provide the other with what they needed?
And thus Jason and Heather were born. Jason no longer sees himself as a true Dom and doesn’t trust his instincts anymore. The scenes he used to thrive on have become an obligation he meets reluctantly. Heather on the other hand has no doubts about her submissive nature but doesn’t believe she’ll ever be able to love anyone the way she loved her deceased husband, and isn’t sure submission without that love could ever bring her true satisfaction.
In Little Rainbows the relationship between Jason and Heather only has a future if both of them are able to trust their own feelings and motivations. Jason in particular, has a hard time with this. He goes out of his way to explain to Heather that he can’t be trusted and therefore shouldn’t be allowed to dominate anyone. The fact that he can’t suppress his natural urge to be in charge doesn’t reassure him at all. In fact, it scares him so much he can’t stop himself from pushing Heather away.
Whether or not Heather will be able to convince Jason that her trust in him is not misplaced, is something you won’t find out unless you read the book of course.
When Jason Hudson and Heather Staunton first meet they are young and sure they are wrong for each other. As a result they spend a summer admiring each other from a safe distance.
Twenty years later Heather is coming out of mourning, having lost her husband and Dom eighteen months earlier. Jason, now the owner of an exclusive sex resort on the west coast of Ireland, struggles with the loss of his desire to dominate.
Jason’s resort is about to celebrate its first anniversary and party planner Heather has been hired to create the perfect celebration. Their reunion comes as a big surprise to both of them.
Old and familiar attraction, battles with new and conflicting emotions as Jason and Heather work together to organize the ultimate BDSM event. Overcoming the issues between them isn’t the only obstacle Jason and Heather face. In the background lurks a threat both to Heather’s independence and Jason’s livelihood.
The lighthouse was only a few miles away, on one of the most western points of Ireland. As he’d hoped, they were on their own. Not many people ventured this far. Taking a blanket from the boot of his car, and with his arm once again around her, he walked Heather as close to the edge of the cliff as he dared.
“Let’s sit here and enjoy the view.”
Jason spread the blanket on the grass. His heart skipped a beat when Heather sat down close beside him. Nothing could convince him she hadn’t meant for their legs to touch.
“This place is amazing.”
A smile as bright as the sun shining down on them lit up Heather’s face. The setting was perfect. A calm and warm day, blue skies and hardly any wind, and yet the ocean appeared wild. They were alone, the peace and quiet only interrupted by the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. Just him, Heather and the sea, again.
“Remember the last time it was just us and the sea, Heather?”
“In Wexford? Yes, I do. That was different though.”
His mind travelled back. He couldn’t remember why, but Heather and he had been alone that day. The walk on the beach had been delightful, as had lying down in the sand for a rest. They’d had no intention of falling asleep, but the combination of warm sunshine and soft sand had been too much for both of them. When they’d woken up, they’d found themselves on a sandbank of sorts, surrounded by water. Not in any danger of ending up in the sea, thankfully, but with no way back to the rest of the beach without getting soaked. They’d sat there together for hours, looking at the sea, talking and, eventually, kissing.
“That kiss.” Heather paused. “Those hours with you in the middle of the sea… It was the only time during that summer I thought I might have made a mistake when I decided not to pursue you.” She smiled. “I didn’t believe I could give Moira competition when it came to you, but that afternoon I thought maybe I should have tried.”
“I know. I felt the same.” And he could still kick himself that he’d been too much of a coward to just drop Moira and hang on to Heather. “It felt right when I kissed you. Felt right in a way it never did with Moira.”
Jason looked at Heather and saw in her eyes the same hunger he knew had to be shining out of his.
He moved closer, giving her plenty of time to stop him or pull away. She didn’t. Just as slowly she moved closer to him. Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, her gaze jumped from his mouth to his eyes and back again, but she didn’t try to prevent what was about to happen.
Mouth against mouth. Soft lips moving over his, finding every corner of his mouth. A small sigh and her lips were caressing his again. Her hand touched his cheek, stroking as her lips continued their investigation of his mouth.
“Jason.” His name was a breath against his lips, her slightly opened mouth an invitation. No hurry, no rush, no force. Just lips stroking lips, tongues finding each other, touching, teasing, playing.
Without removing his mouth from Heather’s, Jason pushed her until she was flat on her back. Leaning over her, he pulled away and drank in her beautiful features—her face relaxed, her eyes open and smiling at him, her lips parted. He traced his fingers over her skin, her lips, her ears. So soft. She pushed her face into his hand, searching for his touch, asking him for more. He needed to taste her again. His mouth on hers, her tongue against his. His hand in her hair, on her face. Her hand on his neck. This was perfect, it was too much and it wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted more.
He heard the confusion in her voice when he abruptly pulled back. “Shhh, beautiful. It’s all good. I want you more than I should.”
“Yes.” She panted rather than spoke the word.
“But not here, not right now. I don’t want to rush this. We’re not making the same mistake twice.” He hesitated. “When I do get you naked, I don’t want to have to look over my shoulder.”
Helena Stone can’t remember a life before words and reading. After growing up in a household where no holiday or festivity was complete without at least one new book, it’s hardly surprising she now owns more books than shelf space while her Kindle is about to explode.
The urge to write came as a surprise. The realisation that people might enjoy her words was a shock to say the least. Now that the writing bug has well and truly taken hold, Helena can no longer imagine not sharing the characters in her head and heart with the rest of the world.
Having left the hustle and bustle of Amsterdam for the peace and quiet of the Irish Country side she divides her time between reading, writing, long and often wet walks with the dog, her part-time job in a library, a grown-up daughter and her ever loving and patient husband.
Helena Stone can be found in the following places:
Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/little-rainbows