Calling The Shots – With K D Grace
Yessss, I get to host K D Grace again! One of the UK’s foremost erotica writers and a tireless champion of all things sexy, K D is always welcome round these parts. Today she’s going to tell us all about her flaming hot Mischief novella, Surrogates. Hello there!
Calling the Shots
Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve always found voyeurism just a little bit hotter when the voyeur is actually calling the shots. While the idea of watching two people go at it without their knowledge has its own heat, there’s something so bold and so in your face about stepping right up to the plate and saying, ‘I want you to do this to him. I want you to touch her there. I want YOU to play out MY fantasy while I watch and have a wank. That kind of control in that kind of hands-off situation is a kink unto itself. The control and distance that occurs when the voyeur calls the shots is a bit like a live version of a computer game. The one in control gets all of the thrills but none of the risks.
I’ve toyed around with the voyeur calling the shots in almost all of my novels and in several short stories as well, but I always wanted to take the idea to the next level and write something that was actually centred around the very premise. Surrogates was born from that kinky idea of a watcher who also controls the situation. To complicate things just a little more, I made the caller of the shots a man of substantial wealth, who is bored in his marriage, but obsessed with remaining faithful to his wife. Daniel Alexander doesn’t consider it being unfaithful if he’s only watching and masturbating. And his strange hands-off (at least hands-off each other) relationship with his hot gardener and would-be lover, Francie Carter gets kicked up to the kinky next level when Dan convinces Francie and his friend, Simon Paris to do the dirty while he watches and calls the shots. That way Francie can pretend the Simon is him, and she can do to Simon what she’d like to do to him, and well … you get the picture. There’s all kinds of room for nasty sex, chaos and mayhem to unfold, especially when I add Bel, the bored wife, who has her own idea of borderline fidelity. Of course, there are always unexpected surprises, and even in Dan’s voyeuristic lop-sided ménage, there’s no calling the shots in matters of the heart, which makes for a mixed-up comedy of errors while sex runs amuck in the veg patch, on the massage table and in the ladies loo at a posh restaurant. Here’s a little excerpt from my garden of voyeuristic delight.
DANIEL ALEXANDER III takes his marriage vows seriously. Until he gets the balls to ask his wife, BEL, for a divorce, watching each other masturbate is all he can offer his beautiful gardener, FRANCIE CARTER. But when Dan’s friend, SIMON PARIS, agrees to be his surrogate, affairs of the heart get complicated.
Dan wasn’t listening. ‘Francie, darling, I know how hard it is for you, with us not able to really be with each other. I promise that’ll end soon, and we can be together properly. But in the meantime, it’s not right me having Bel and you having no one. So I’ve come up with a solution for us. Simon will be my surrogate.’
‘What?’ Francie had pushed herself back against the sink as far as she could. Her heart raced in her throat and her face felt like it would burst into flame. ‘You want me to … You want us to …’ She nodded to Simon, then she glared up at him. ‘Is this why you’re here?’
But before Simon could do more than make a couple of fish gasps, Dan ploughed on. ‘Oh don’t you see, darling, it’s so perfect. If I can’t be with you, if I can’t give you what I know you so desperately need, then who better to help us both out that my dearest, most trusted friend, Simon.’
‘He’s a landscaper. He’s hired help just like I am.’ She sounded a lot more hysterical than she meant to. What she wanted to sound was outraged. What she wanted to sound was incensed.
‘No, sweetheart, no. Simon and I are old friends. We went to uni together. We spent a wild summer inItalytogether. Darling, I’d trust Simon with my life.’ He shot Simon a meaningful glance, then his gaze came to rest on her. ‘I’d trust him with the person in my life I value most, the one I most want to make happy.’ He caught his breath, and his face softened. ‘Please, darling. This is a gift, something I can do for you. You can pretend he’s me. I can make love to you through Simon, and you, anything you’ve wanted to do to me you can do to him.’
‘Anything?’ She spoke around her racing heart, which felt like it would jump right out of her mouth.
‘Yes, anything, darling. Anything.’
‘Good.’ Before she had time to consider what she was doing, she slapped Simon, hard, hard enough that he recoiled. Both men gasped, and her hand stung like fire. But she ignored the pain, squared her shoulders and looked Simon right in his now watering grey eyes. ‘Then you can give him that for me.’
To her total surprise, Simon did exactly as she said. He walked over to Dan and slapped him, slapped him hard enough to knock Dan up against the staging table, slapped him hard enough to draw blood where a tooth cut his lip.
The electric silence that followed was interrupted only by the heavy breathing of all three. The two men glared at each other for a moment, sizing one another up. Trembling all over, Francie grabbed the edge of the sink for support, just as Simon turned his back on Dan and came to stand in front of her. He stood so close his breath ruffled the hair that had come loose from the clasp she wore it up in, so close that the rise and fall of his chest beneath his T-shirt was impossible to ignore, so close the heat rising from his body felt magnetic.
‘Does that about sum it up?’ He asked.
For a second, she thought she might cry. But instead, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She kissed him as hard as she had slapped him, like she wanted to eat him up, like she wanted to crawl up inside his warmth. And he kissed her back. Jesus, how he kissed her back! He kissed and nipped the hollow of her throat around to the sensitive place below her ear, then he whispered in between efforts to breathe. ‘If you want me to stop, tell me now before it’s too late.’
‘Don’t you dare, don’t you dare, don’t you dare,’ she gasped over and over again, guiding his hand to the knot tied below her right breast that held her wrap-around dress closed.
He yanked it hard, then he shoved and pushed until the dress slid from her shoulders and pooled on the floor around her gardening clogs. Somewhere in the periphery of her mind she heard Dan’s fly unzip, a sound she’d grown used to over the past few months, a sound that constantly taunted her with everything she could see yet never touch.
But there were other things to focus on today. Simon kissed his way down her sternum and cupped her breasts, cupped them and kneaded them until her nipples strained against the callouses of his stroking fingers. Then his mouth took over. What her breasts lacked in size, they made up for in sensitivity, and her whole body thrummed as he suckled and bit, nibbled and licked.
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Now, tell me you aren’t tempted… Thanks for being the perfect guest, as always!