Ladies and Gentlemen....please welcome Mrs Doris O'Connor... *claps and steps off the stage*
Hi everyone :)
Cherie has let me loose on her blog today…
*rubs hands in glee*
She may well live to regret that, because I am talking inspiration today, and our very own queen geek Ms Nicholls here, has been a big inspiration for Tiger Scars. When I was looking for visual Inspiration for book 1 in this series, Riding her Tiger, I came across this pic.
(pic of Vin Deisal)
Just what I had in mind for Ink, the enigmatic Owner of Club Ink. Now, our Cherie has a bit of a 'thang' for Vin Diesel, so when she got wind of my plans, she came over all a bit unnecessary as my Gran would have said. On a whim I decided to call the barmaid in the story Cherie, and a funny thing happened. As I was writing, I noticed a fair amount of tension between fictional Cherie and Ink. And of course real Cherie jumped up and down, and screeched, yes, she really did screech,"Oooohh, write my story, please, please, please. Cherie and Ink – Yey, yey, yey…!"
Now, real Cherie has a bit of a funny quirk. "No hugging the Cherie!" is a frequent refrain when we have a UCW meet up, so this started my muse wondering. Why did fictional Cherie not like to be touched? What happened to her and Ink in the past? What is their story?
As I pondered the answers to these questions Ink took over. He told me his side first. In fact my first draft started in his POV, which ticked off fictional Cherie, and she decided to tell me her side. Slowly but surely, she told me her story and Tiger Scars was born. And by heck do Ink and Cherie have history.
Disclaimer: Fictional Cherie is indeed fictional, and bears no resemblance to the real Cherie.
*blows kisses to Cherie*
Thanks for the inspiration :)
Can some scars ever truly heal?
Cherie ran away from Ink once. She is not going to get the chance to do so again, but helping her heal will take all of his skills as a Dom. Using Shibari, Knife play, and Ménage sex, he shows her that pleasure can be found in the things that haunt her.
Emotionally and physically scarred Cherie has sought refuge at Club Ink, where she keeps everyone at arm's length. When Ink forces her to face up to her demons, does her submission hold the key to her future happiness? Or will their shared past destroy them once and for all?
"Eyes on me, baby girl."
The softly delivered words held an unmistakable command she was unable to ignore.
"Good girl." His smile of approval warmed her from the inside out, even as his next words sent her into panic mode again. "Strip for me."
"No, I can't … I—" His finger on her lips stopped her, and Cherie froze at his exaggerated sigh.
"Are you arguing with me, girl?" The softly delivered words were deceptively gentle, and he tapped her lips once, before he stepped back and just watched her. Cherie kept her gaze on the floor, not daring to look at him. You didn't say no to Ink in full Dom mode, and his earlier gentleness notwithstanding, she knew he never truly lost his persona. It had been a huge part of him fifteen years ago, and from what she had observed over the last year, it was now as much a necessity for him as breathing. His reputation was as fearsome as it was just, never cruel, but always demanding, expecting instant obedience from any sub or employee – that was Ink – and that was the very reason she sought him out after all.
She shook her head, knowing that he was watching her every move as he slowly circled round her.
"So, what's it to be, girl?" She flinched at the intonation, the audible proof of his annoyance. Her fingers slowly went to the hooks on her Basque, her hands shaking so much she couldn't unhook the delicate loops. His large hands over her frozen ones stilled the movements, and she bit back a sob of relief.
"Remember to use your safe word, Cherie, if you have to. I'll stop. We regroup. I'm not a monster, but we won't leave here until you've beaten this." His gravelly voice washed over her, soothing her as much as the words, delivered with spine-tingling intensity. This was the man she remembered, the man who'd won her heart. "Do you understand what I'm saying to you, baby girl?"
He cupped her chin in his hand forcing her to look up at him and Cherie lost herself in the concern she read in his eyes. She nodded, and he smiled briefly, before he re-assumed control.
"I can't hear you. Use your words, girl."
The abrupt change in his attitude focused her like nothing else could, and she scrambled to comply with a shaky, "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl. Now, strip!"
Again she tried to comply, her hands shaking so much it took several attempts to just unhook the first loop. She struggled on, taking courage from the quiet way Ink simply stood watching her. When she finally unhooked the last barrier and her breast fell free, his sharp intake of breath had her feverishly trying to cover herself.
"No, let me see."
The terse command whipped through the air as effectively as the real thing would have, and she dropped her hands. Mortification spread through every cell of her body, and she clamped her eyes shut, not wanting to see the disgust in his eyes.
He continued to circle her slowly, and she jumped when his hands settled on her shoulders. They traced a path down her shoulder blades over the zigzag pattern of scars she knew were on her lower back. His hands caressed her hips drawing her stiff body back against him, and she gasped at the feel of his thick, long cock pressing into her. He dropped a kiss on her neck, and his hands skimmed across her ribcage until they cupped the heavy globes. He massaged them gently, causing her head to fall back on his shoulders as her body reacted to his nearness. His harsh breath in her ear, the reverent way in which he traced the scars crossing her tummy, his renewed intake of breath at the puckered, ugly area under her right breast, where the knife had sliced through her, leaving a sunken stretch of skin, all combined to slowly build her arousal.
"Never hide from me, baby girl. You're beautiful."
Fresh tears fell at the whispered words, and she shook her head. The slap to her inner thigh brought her head up, and her eyes flew open.
"Are you calling me a liar, girl?"
"No, I … I mean, sorry." She mumbled the words, and she winced at the sharp tug to her hair, forcing her to follow where he led. One hand at the back of her neck, the other on her chin she had no choice but to look at herself in the full length mirror.
"What do you see, when you look at yourself?"
Cherie sought his eyes, pleading with him, but he simply increased the pressure on her neck to the point of pain. His eyes hard, unforgiving flint held a hint of his tiger, his expression murderous.
"Answer me, girl. I grow tired of waiting. You don't want to add any more to the punishment you've already accumulated."
Ink merely smiled, but his expression softened slightly when she started trembling; and he gentled his hold on her.
"I seem to recall you rather liked being punished, baby girl. Always pushing, always sassy." He traced his thumb over her lips, demanding entry, and she opened automatically. His eyes darkened, and he groaned when she sucked the digit into her mouth. A tiny spark of power went through Cherie at his reaction, and he narrowed his eyes and withdrew his thumb immediately.
"Nice try, girl. Now answer me. What do you see?"
He sighed at her whispered, "I can't," and stepped away and behind her. Goosebumps erupted on her skin at the loss of contact, and she shivered anew. Their gazes connected in the mirror, and she breathed a sigh of relief when his hands settled back on her hips, pulling her back against him.
"Shall I tell you what I see?" He lifted her breast out of the way so that the deep wound was clearly visible in the mirror. "I see a woman who survived. A strong woman, who should wear her scars with pride. A woman with curves a man wants to get lost in. I see my woman."
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Thanks for stopping by Doris and for Ink/Vin....all I can say is MINE!!
It is a great book and one I personally highly recommend!!
Until next time: Remember be good little subbies or I'm setting Doris and her Ink on you!