Safeword:
Quinacridone
What happens when an introverted artist who
only likes sex when it’s a one-night stand meets a
computer-geek-extraordinaire with his own sexy secrets? Objectification,
romance, pain, adoration, lots of kinky toys, and oodles and oodles of
wonderfully imaginative sex.
Join Cara and Travis on their journey to mesh
their distinctive sexual tastes into a loving relationship with
blow-your-mind kink.
Safeword: Quinacridone is
a stand-alone book. You do not need to have read the previous books in this
series.
Warning: This title contains
graphic language, consensual BDSM, extreme objectification, bondage, chemical
play, fisting, temporary body modification with saline injections (one
scene), watersports (one scene), and the use of toys including clamps, canes,
plugs, paddles, whips, floggers, and zip-ties.
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Title:Safeword: Quinacridone
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Author:Candace Blevins
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Release date:
December 28, 2012
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Length (pages and words): 305
pages, 118,000 words
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Genre: BDSM Romance
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Publisher:
Excessica
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ISBN:1609827007 and
781609827007
I obtained the above information from Ms. Blevin's website!
I would like for you to give a warm hussy welcome to a wonderful author.... Let's welcome....
Ms. Candace Blevins
What I don’t say here is how far it’s
possible to take objectification. There are couples who take the concept well
beyond what I consider sane — and my definition of sane when it comes to BDSM
is much broader than most.
How far is too far? Pulling teeth so blow
jobs are more pleasant. Amputation of legs for easier access to genitals. Yeah,
definitely too far.
One of my personal hard limits is ‘no permanent damage’, and since I also make
this a hard limit of the main Dom in Safeword:
Quinacridone, these things won’t be done to the main characters. However, major
body modification for objectification purposes is sometimes done in real life.
People do take their kinks this far,
and I wanted to explore how someone might arrive at these extremes. I believe
I’ve managed to do so, but from a distance, instead of up close,
Do you have any objectification fantasies?
Perhaps the idea of being used as a masturbation toy while someone watches
porn? Or maybe the idea of being someone’s property does it for you?
Share your fantasy in the comments, and
leave a way to contact you, and I’ll give away an ebook copy of your choice of
either Safeword: Davenport or Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon to one lucky winner.
Excerpt:
“Do you remember when I told you to say yellow if
you couldn’t breathe, or needed me to understand something wasn’t working for
you?”
She looked up, not sure where he was going, and
nodded cautiously.
“Here’s one of my secrets. I like it when a girl
begs me to stop but I can keep going. I like it when I can hurt her a little,
but I don’t wish to cause pain she’s not okay with, and it wouldn’t be good for
either of us if she really wanted me to back off. So we agree to a word that’ll
mean stop, and then she can say no and stop and please don’t all she wants and
we can pretend I’m forcing her. I’m telling you this because I think you’d like
it too.”
“What word?” Her gaze returned to the comforter
and she had to concentrate to sit still. She found herself intrigued, but
mortified at her body’s reaction.
“It’s your word; you get to choose. It shouldn’t
be something we’d normally say during sex and it’s better if you find one with
special meaning, something personal.”
She raised her head again, needing to see his
face but wanting to look at the comforter. “If yellow meant slow down and check
in I’m betting red is used for something more serious, right?”
He nodded and she said, “Okay then. Quinacridone.
That’s my stop word.”
His face broke into a lopsided smile, as if
relieved she was going along with this. “Quinacridone. That’s a new one. What
does it mean?”
“It’s a red pigment.” She suddenly felt shy again
and looked away. “It’s used in higher quality paints sometimes.”
He chuckled, a happy laugh. “Do you have a word
you’d like to use for yellow?”
Eyes still averted, she shook her head and
focused once more on her big toe. “No, yellow’s fine.”
His fingers touched under her chin, gently
lifting her face. “I want to spank you, Cara. I want to put you over my lap and
spank you with my hand, and if you like it enough maybe with a paddle, too.
Then I want to play with your asshole with my fingers, get you ready for me
before I fuck you there. If you say quinacridone, I’ll stop and hold you and do
everything I can to make you okay. If you say yellow I’ll back off, see what
needs adjustment, and we’ll carry on.” He leaned forward, kissed her forehead.
“If you tell me to stop, or say no, or ask me not to do something, or call me a
fucking bastard, I’ll keep going.”
He tilted his head and seemed to study her a few
seconds before asking, “Sound like something you want to do?”
“Spank me? Like a kid?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Not like a kid. This
isn’t punishment; it’s for fun. I’ll make it good for you and if you don’t like
it we’ll stop.”
The idea didn’t sound so bad, but the reality? To
drape herself across his lap and present her ass for a spanking? Could she?
She’d rather not have to submit to it, which was the great thing about most of
the assholes she screwed — they did what they wanted and didn’t make her talk
about it.
She felt so vulnerable when he made her look at
him. His finger was still under her chin and she aimed her eyeballs down,
trying to escape his gaze.
He moved his hand, letting her have control of
her face again and said, “I won’t make you ask for it, but I need to hear what
you’ll say if you want me to stop.”
Her eyes were focused on the navy and forest
comforter, seeing the patterns in the soft brushed microfiber that felt almost
like baby fine deerskin. “Quinacridone.”
“Okay. Over my lap then Cara Mia, you can leave
the robe on if you like.”
He readjusted until he was seated with his back
against the headboard and legs straight out. Cara crawled to him, as it seemed
the easiest way to get there, but it felt odd and she was a little surprised to
discover it turned her on. She draped herself over his lap, leaving her robe
on.
A weight rested on her ass — no heat, just a
weight — his hand over the robe.
“I like starting with clothes sometimes; it’s fun
to reveal what’s underneath. Kind of like unwrapping a present.”
His hand smoothed its way down her bottom to her
thigh, and she felt the warmth of his palm as it traveled lower than the robe
and they were skin on skin. His fingers were silky soft as he drew them back
up, pushing the fabric up her legs.
She felt herself grow wet and wanted to wiggle
her ass on his lap, but she held oh-so-still, barely breathing. This was a
brand new experience and her body loved it but her mind was reeling. His hand
was at the top of her left thigh now, slowly sliding its way up, and the cooler
air brushed her skin as he pushed the robe higher, and higher.
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Share your fantasy in the comments, and leave a way to contact you, and I’ll give away an ebook copy of your choice of either Safeword: Davenport or Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon to one lucky winner.
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I have never really had any objectifying fantasies. I guess that is just not something that I really like so much. Now, I have had fantasies about D/s, spankings, etc. I do think this will be an interesting story though, and I have loved Ms. Blevins's other stories :)
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I would love to make love on the beach or in a cabin in front of a fireplace. Thanks for the giveaway. Please enter me. I would love to read this book. It sounds really good. Tore923@aol.com
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