BREAKING ALL THE RULES: AN INTIMATE INTERVIEW WITH SKRIKER AND ROSE
Well, kids...you asked for it, and now you've got it. The long-awaited release of my first BDSM tale, DEMON'S SLAVE...yes, my balls have grown THAT big. And to celebrate, I have invited the hero and heroine of this shockingly sordid tale back once again to chat...Skriker and Rose, my most popular characters and the protagonists of my most popular books thus far.
It's no secret to my most avid fans that Skrike and Rose are an interesting pair...star-crossed lovers who should be bitter enemies. Those of you who are new to this pair might ask, why enemies? The answer is simple...ever heard of a Nephil falling for the son of a demon? Yep, things are definitely complicated for these two, and that's just the way the fans seem to like it.
Please welcome Skriker and Rose as they discuss some of their more intimate moments in DEMON'S SLAVE.
DANI: Skrike and Rosie, thank you so much for being here. I know that the subject at hand is very...personal. So it is especially thrilling to have you here with us today.
SKRIKER (winking): Great to see you again, baby.
ROSE: Thank you for having us. Nice to see you again and all.
DANI: Every time we do this, there are always new readers who have yet to join the ranks of your fans. Please introduce yourselves in detail.
SKRIKER: Gladly, baby. My name's Skriker, and I'm a hunter of the nasties that dwell in darkness, so to speak. Vamps, weres, shifters...none of 'em are safe from me. I was born to a unique pair--my daddy was a Collector demon, born straight from the flames of the Pit, and my mama was a human and a stripper. They ran into each other in this smarmy peep show where my mom worked called The Neon, and the rest was history. Dad was trying to snatch souls...what he snatched instead was my mom's heart, and losing his own in the process led to the conception of Yours Truly in the back seat of a '68 Chevy Camaro. I was orphaned when I was eleven--my dad, mom, and little brother were killed by demons sent by Hell...the Pit doesn't like to lose its best to a human heart. I lived orphaned on the streets util I was 13, when a werewolf who runs an undergorund fight club and bar took me in. Taught me everything I know. I now cage fight and hunt...and I make loads of cash doing it. Good life for a rascal half-demon.
DANI: Rascal indeed! You are a certified badass. Rose, you are also the offspring of a unique pair, are you not?
ROSE (averting her eyes): Yes...very unique. My father is an angel, one of the biggest and baddest warriors the ranks of Heaven ever saw. He was banished centuries ago and wandered the earth for a long time before he was given a chance to redeem himself--kill my mother, a human artist who took a commission from a demon. Long story short, they fell in love, and my father chose to stay here with her.
DANI: You two met on a hunt, and sparks flew. Not really the sort of thing that is supposed to happen between a half angel and a half demon.
SKRIKER: Nope...we're breaking all the rules, true enough. But Rosie is the love of my life, and I wouldn't give her up for anything. We both know pretty damn well we're not supposed to even breathe the same air, which is why what Rosie gave me for my Dirty 30 was so freakin' special.
(He nudges Rose playfully, and she blushes a deep pink, smiling.)
ROSE: Skrike, you silly dog.
SKRIKER: You know I loved it, baby...oh, did I ever love it.
ROSE: I'm so glad.
DANI: Okay, guys, spill the beans...tell us all about this gift and what it entailed.
SKRIKER: Rosie, you want to take it away?
ROSE: Okay. God knows, no pun intended, that Nephilim and Halflings should never be lovers--angel and demon romances are pretty much unheard of, and rightfully so--but what we have is so special, Dani. Skrike is better to me than any man has ever been, and the more Heaven wants me to hate him, the more deeply and wholly I love him. Sometimes...I don't show him that enough. So I wanted to give him something extra special for his 30th birthday. The answer was my total devotion...my total submission.
DANI: Wow. And by submission you mean...
ROSE (nodding): Yeah, that's right. I became his slave for three days and three nights. Collar, lead, and all. To be blunt, I became his fuck toy, willing to do whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted to do it. He became my Demon Master, and I became his Angel Slave. Oral sex, anal sex, bondage...it was sublime.
DANI: Now, not everyone is into BDSM sex. To be blunt, a lot of people are flat out disturbed by it. Rose, you being a woman and an occasional willing submissive, can best explain what the appeal is to such wild side sex. Will you give us a bit of insight?
ROSE: I definitely want to send the message that this is consenting sex...I willingly offered myself up to Skriker, and was open and willing to receive both pain and pleasure from him. I learned very quickly that the two are very close together, and it made things all the more thrilling. Sure, he slapped me, spanked me, gagged me with my collar...and it did get really brutal at times. But it was everything that I had asked for. Too many people assume that BDSM is automatically some sort of abuse, some sort of non-consenting intercourse. In reality, as the slave, I was the one in control in the end. We had a safety word, and all I had to do was break that out to make everything stop. Skriker was the best Master during those three days--so skilled. He was quite a lady's man before we met, and had had experience in dominating some of his past lovers. There was nothing he did that didn't thrill me to my toes. Through being his submissive, I gained true freedom psychologically. I was able to connect with Skrike in a way that freed us both from the awful pressure of being the "forbidden lovers".
(Skriker leans in and kisses her, and she responds fervently.)
SKRIKER (pressing his forehead to hers): Love you, Rosie.
ROSE: You too, honey. So much.
DANI: It is great to see a couple who is so in love. Skriker, Rose speaks of your skills as a BDSM lover...details, please! Give us a few tasty tidbits!
SKRIKER: Oh, the adventure never ends in old Skrike's bedroom, baby. I have a drawer where I tuck away all my toys...and I brought them all out for my Rosie here. I have all the old standbys--silk and velvet scarves, ball gags, leather shackles--but I like it to get a little more exciting than that for my girl here. Rosie seemed to dig the pinch of the old nipple clamps quite a bit, and the riding crop I busted out when it was time for us to play a little game I like to call Pretty Pony was right up her alley. Then there was the Japanese rope bondage, which I learned from a chick I dated who was from Tokyo back in the day...my dining room table got a good workout when I broke the ropes out for my girl here and gave her a good tying down. We had some fun with food when I asked my Rose to serve me--literally--and then there was the jacuzzi in the Beelzebub Club...oh, wait, don't want to give too much away. (He grins devilishly.)
DANI: Pretty Pony? What on earth is that game, Skrike?
SKRIKER (winking nastily): Basically I have my Rosie strip down for me, leaving on nothing more than a nice pair of really stacked heels, her wrist bonds, and her collar and lead. Then I make her prance around, lifting those pretty legs as high as she can until she's worked up a good sweat. And if she doesn't get them high enough, she gets a nice flick of the crop across her tits and ass. I give her collar a nice jerk as needed to make sure she stays in line...
DANI: Holy crap, that's hot. Rose? Thoughts?
ROSE (grinning): I had welts on my butt and tits for days after. But they were marks of pride. I actually felt a little sad when they finally faded away.
SKRIKER (gazing at her, his look smoky): There's always your birthday, Rosie...
ROSE (gazing at him from beneath her lashes): There's always tonight.
DANI: Whoa...holy shit. Okay, let's wrap this up. I think you two need to get home pretty quick. Thanks for joining us, you crazy supernatural kids. Have fun in the bedroom tonight!
SKRIKER: Always a joy and a pleasure, Dani. Now, if you'll excuse us...pleasure is the reason why we need to split.
ROSE: And pain.
SKRIKER: Oh, yes. And pain.
Rose, Nephil daughter of a Warrior of Heaven, has betrayed her celestial heritage by falling for the guy from the wrong side of the tracks: Skriker, tattooed half-demon hunter, and the most irresistible chunk of hard meat that she has ever taken to her bed.
Rose knows that there is no love in all of Creation more forbidden than that between an angel and a demon, and that knowledge has left her terribly fragmented, despite her passionate love for her Halfling bad boy.
As Skriker's "Dirty 30" approaches, she will offer him the ultimate birthday gift: she will be his devoted sexual slave for three days and three nights, laying aside her angelic pride to fully commit to his pleasure (and hers) with every part of her being...and neither Heaven nor Hell will have any power to stop it.
**Publisher's Warning: This delightfully sordid tale contains graphic BDSM sex, including forceful oral and anal sex, bondage, blindfolding, slapping/spanking, nipple clamps, toe-curling dirty talk, hot wax, and crazy hardcore sex in a church.**
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