The Pleasure Hound: Part One
Erotic Romance (Menage, Dystopia, GLBT)
“I promise that the choice of mates will be yours,” Dain continued. “And I hope…” HeABOUT Ines Johnson
He looked so uncertain. Chanyn had the impression of Dain as a child asking for permission to have something he didn’t think he deserved, but desperate for it anyway.
“I hope,” he began again, “that you will consider myself and Khial for a-”
Dain startled at her response, then he smiled. “Good. I had hoped…” But he didn’t finish. He nodded again and then squeezed their hands together. “This is good.”
Chanyn’s heart thudded in her exposed chest, she was sure Dain could see it. He gazed into her eyes. Was this it? Was her first kiss going to happen now? Dain rubbed his thumb back and forth over her hand. His eyes dipped to her lips. Chanyn parted them in invitation. Dain brought his eyes back up to her face. His eyes widening more as he looked at the desire clearly written on Chanyn’s face.
Dain disentangled their fingers and patted her knee. “This is really good news,” he repeated and then rose. “I’ll make the arrangements today.” He walked over to the large desk that took up most of the room.
“Arrangements? For the marriage?”
He glanced up. “Oh no, no. Arrangements for your training.”
“Of course. With a Pleasure Hound.”
Chanyn looked on, dumbfounded. He talked of marriage and then was about to get her some kind of dog to train. “A dog would be lovely, I suppose.”
Dain laughed. “A Pleasure Hound is a man trained in the art of pleasing a woman.” He said it as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Chanyn shook her head. “I still don’t understand. Why would I need another man to…” To what exactly? Have sex with her?
Dain could see the realization dawning on her face. He came back around from the desk and sat next to her once more. He reached for her hand, but thought better of it.
“Chanyn,” he began. His face now sheepish. “I’ve never…been with a woman before. I wouldn’t know the first thing to do to please you.”
“But shouldn’t we, you know, figure that out together?”
Dain looked scandalized. He reeled back from her. “I would likely hurt you. A Pleasure Hound is trained to find out what pleases individual women. Then they teach the woman’s bonded mates those particular techniques. Its an ancient tradition going back over a hundred years.”
Chanyn still looked dubious.
“In our culture women rule the household. When we are bonded everything that I have will essentially be yours.”
Chanyn knew that in the twentieth century women fought for and earned a place in the government and the right to own many forms of business. But she hadn’t a clue that the roles of men and women she read about in the past thousand years had shifted so completely on its axis.
Ines writes books for strong women who suck at love. If you rocked out to the twisted triangle of Jem, Jericha, and Rio as a girl; if you were slayed by vampires with souls alongside Buffy; if you need your scandalous fix from Olivia Pope each week, then you’ll love her books!
Aside from being a writer, professional reader, and teacher, Ines is a very bad Buddhist. She sits in sangha each week, and while others are meditating and getting their zen on, she’s contemplating how to use the teachings to strengthen her plots and character motivations.
Ines lives outside Washington, DC with her two little sidekicks who are growing up way too fast.
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