Jennifer agreed to an interview on her upcoming book, Collared by Wolves, which is being released tomorrow! And oh my, does it have some salacious sinning going on!
Does your book include spanking? Oh yes! And whipping and paddling and flogging. Well, it is set in a werewolf BDSM club after all!!
How does werewolf BDSM differ from human BDSM? Ah well, that was fun to consider. Since this is not supposed to be a true portrayal of BDSM I have them having sex in public (on the floor of the main room!), they like it rougher as their skin can take it, punishments included biting and clawing – and being chained up as werewolves find this humiliating (I loved being able to turn the tables with the title of this book as it is the human and not the animal that wears the collar!!!) and they prefer to be in wolf form to have sex.
Sex! There is sex in your book? Naturally! And as this is a ménage a cinq I have various permutations including a threesome, a foursome and a fivesome.
How on earth can you have a fivesome? There aren’t enough places surely…… Ah well, actually only the heroine and one guy (a rogue alpha) has sex that time but the three beta wolves all touch, caress, fondle – and jerk off over them.
Are you saying we have interspecies sex? Only in as much as the heroine is human and the heroes are all werewolves but they only have sex in human form – or secondary characters who are both werewolf have sex in wolf form. Beastiality is such a gray area one has to be careful about showing humans having sex with animals even if they are shapeshifters.
So being animals is any of the sex outdoors? Most of the action does take place in the BDSM club called ‘The Haunt of the Wolves’ hidden away in mysterious woods, but the heroine gets kidnapped and taken to another place within the woods. But the final chapters are in a cave called ‘The Grotto’ which is where traditional mating ceremonies used to take place – you can use your imagination as to what our guys get up to in there.
Are we talking missionary or anything else? Now come on, Michelle, you write ménage as well! Oral and/or anal are a requisite!! But in addition I have characters on all fours, on their back, over a bench, sitting on a lap… I think that’s all!
Let’s get back to the BDSM, tell me more! St Andrew’s Cross, spanking bench, bondage, chained from the ceiling, tied on their back on a table, domination, submission, submissive trials, collars, nipple clamps, penis cages, ice-cubes……..
If this has piqued your interest then ‘Collared by Wolves’ is on sale from 4 February from http://www.bookstrand.com/jennifer-denys in a variety of e-book formats including PDF or from Amazon in early March.
Natasha Talbot, an ordinary human wanting more out of life, ventures into a forest where a club is holding submissive trials, not knowing this is where werewolves practice BDSM.
While at the club Natasha is fought over by two lots of men. Griff Seamer is an alpha werewolf with a reputation for being a rogue. He doesn’t hesitate taking on Ford Chaplin, Max Holman and Callum Lane, three beta wolves who formed a pack as a way of getting the submissive women at the club who normally prefer the alpha men.
During the fight Natasha becomes aware of their shifter natures and runs away. But is she more frightened by the BDSM or their animal aspects? Determined to try again she returns a few nights later, but when she is kidnapped by a pack who like the darker side of BDSM her four men realize they have to work together to rescue her.
Griff proceeded to lay several light taps on her bottom, moving from one side to the other, then lower near the thigh and higher up. She gasped at the first hit but didn’t say anything. After four spanks, he stopped to rub her soothingly, and then repeated it, this time harder.
She had a tendency to clench her buttocks, he noted. I’ll have to cure her of that. And then he stopped. It was very rare that he took the same sub on twice and had never had a permanent one. And now he found himself considering doing exactly that—with a human of all subs!
Shaking his head to rid himself of these bizarre feelings, he continued, “The idea is to start off gently to get the body used to the hits. It’s not hurting, is it?”
“Um, hurting isn’t the word. Sort of getting more stingy—and hot.”
“Good. That’s how it is supposed to feel.”
He was enjoying the sight of her backside getting redder when Max returned with a paddle.
Nodding toward the girl, Griff suggested, “Show her what it looks like.”
Crouching down so she didn’t have to wrench her head around, Max held up an implement that was made of firm leather, shaped like a short cricket bat, and a lurid pink color, as if that made it any less wicked looking.
“Oh. Isn’t that going to hurt?” she asked. There was a slight tremor in her voice.
Max laughed. “Yes, but that’s the point. It is to bring out the endorphins in your body. When your body is hurting, it creates a chemical reaction to combat the pain, and it gives a feeling of euphoria. The trick is not to give you so much pain that the endorphin can’t work.”
“If—if you’re sure.”
Smiling at her, Max pressed a quick kiss to her lips to reassure her and then shrugged at Griff, who growled at his impudence.
He stood and handed Griff the paddle. A surge of wickedness went through Griff, and he whacked the paddle against his own hand. The resulting sound caused both Natasha and Max to jump and cry out. Griff smirked at Max as the other man went slightly red at his action.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to do it that hard. But because it is more inflexible than my hand, it will feel different. Are you ready, Natasha?” He deliberately used her full name, needing her to be sure this is what she wanted.
When she didn’t immediately answer, Max stepped forward to stroke her hair, brushing it away from her face so he could watch her as he spoke.
“You must answer so we know how you are feeling. If you don’t want to do this, you have your safe word.”
Griff grimaced. He didn’t want the girl using any safe word. Like most werewolves he hated them as he felt it gave the sub too much power to back out, and that wasn’t his usual style.
“I—I guess so.”
Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Griff raised the paddle and started off with taps even lighter than he had before, doing a similar round of hits to those he had done previously, alternating between buttocks, stopping every few to caress the lovely—and now red—buttocks. He could see Natasha shuddering as she got used to the implement, but the lack of tenseness told him that she probably found it wasn’t as bad as she had anticipated.
Okay, so it’s time to step this up.
He began to get harder, relishing the feel of the thwack against her backside, the sound of swooshing.
But suddenly it all turned and he could see she was holding herself tightly, and Griff frowned at Max worried. Had he gone too far?
The other man bent to clasp her head in his palms. “Don’t fight it. Accept the pain. Take a deep breath. And now another. And a third. That’s it. Let your body relish the pain.”
At Max’s nod, Griff continued, not enjoying the feel of whacking her again at first until he saw she was pushing back against him, needing the hits as much as he liked giving them.
When she cried out, “Ohhh, that feels good!” he knew she was more than ready for the next step.
Dropping the paddle to the floor, he moved in between her legs and undid his trousers, quickly retrieving a condom from his pocket to wrap over his throbbing cock. Pulling her thong down, he slid into her very wet pussy. She was so aroused he went in easily, groaning as her internal muscles clamped on him.
He stood still waiting for her to relax. If she stayed this tight, he was going to come.
Natasha started panting, trying to push back against him, to make him plunge inside her.
Griff laid a quick spank on her hot butt. “Stop it. You don’t get to control this. Remember who is in charge.”
“But I need you to move.”
He exclaimed at her presumption, “Max, do something. Don’t just stand there. Shut her up. Stick your dick in her mouth. That will work.” When the other man looked at him incredulously, he encouraged him. “Go on.”
Max didn’t need asking twice, and his cock was out so fast and into the girl’s mouth even before a second had passed.
She squealed and then went quiet, and Griff had to hold back a chuckle. Well, that shut her up. It also took her attention away from him as she was no longer pressing him to move but had relaxed nicely, allowing him to start thrusting into her lovely pussy. She might not be clamping him, but she was still beautifully snug around him. There was nothing better in the world than a woman’s tight vagina.
Getting a nice rhythm going, he glanced over to the beta plunging into her mouth, taking time out from his own ministrations to study the other man. It was rare for Griff to invite someone else to join him, but Max had been helpful in more ways than one with this girl tonight.
It was really very arousing to watch the other’s cock going in and out of her mouth. He was aware of how light colored Max’s cock was compared to his darker one, but he grinned as his was much thicker, and much longer, and he felt his balls tightening as his orgasm loomed. Gripping the girl’s hips, all the while trying not to let his claws out, he started ramming her, his head going back as he yelled his climax, her own orgasm causing her internal muscles to milk him.