How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps by Josephine Myles
Source: Personal Library
My Rating: 4.5 of 5 Stars
Sometimes the little head really does know best.
Jeff White’s needs are simple. All he wants is a submissive to help him explore the dominant side that his ex-girlfriend couldn’t handle. Problem is, inexperience in both dating and domming has resulted in a string of rejections.
What he needs is an experienced sub willing to show him the ins and outs of controlling a scene. Unfortunately, the only one willing to take him on is male, and Jeff is straight. One hundred percent, never-gonna-happen straight.
Easygoing painslut Eddie Powell doesn’t care that Jeff is younger, working class, and shorter. Eddie likes a bit of rough, and Jeff fits the bill perfectly. The trick will be convincing him to follow Eddie’s five-step training programme—which would be easy if Eddie wasn’t starting to have feelings for the rough-around-the-edges landscaper.
Once Jeff lays his hands on Eddie, things definitely get out of hand. But it’ll take more than hot, sweaty, kinky sex to persuade him to come out of the closet—especially to himself.
Warning: Contains a happy sub, a confused Dom, a high ratio of sex to plot, misuse of root ginger, and a suitcase of kink. Written in Jo’s usual exceedingly “English” English.
A delightfully British, perfectly sweet, funny, kinky romance…
I absolutely loved it!
“…I don’t see what the problem is, anyway. He wants kinky sex; I want kinky sex. He’s a sadist; I’m a masochist. It’s like we’re meant to be together. A match made in heaven and all that bollocks.”
“Don’t forget he’s straight, and you’re a man,” Maddy added.
Eddie shrugged. “I’ve had straight blokes before…”
I fell in love with this story. The banter between these characters made for such an enjoyable experience and I highlighted the crap out of this book.
It had several of the angsty tropes one comes to expect from a GFY romance, but it was kept fresh by the humor, dialogue, and most certainly the kink.
…not sure whether to curse the day Eddie entered his life or to celebrate it. He’d never been this bloody confused and turned on all at once. Things in Jeff’s world were meant to be simple. Straightforward. No messing.
And yet here he was, leaping dick-first into a situation that bloody well terrified him.
Jeff was in a stagnant vanilla relationship for years. Freshly single, he hit the local D/s scene looking for a young woman who wanted what he was itching to dish out.
Unfortunately, the perfect sub seems hopelessly elusive. The women he meets at local BDSM meetings are too young, too hip, and too uninterested in getting involved with an inexperienced Dom. To make matters worse, Jeff isn’t exactly a Casanova – his manners and social skills aren’t attracting anyone.
Jeff’s inner sadist can’t come out until he finds the perfect sub… Which he finds in the most unlikely place…
“I think Niall’s already mentioned my offer to you.”
Jeff folded his arms. “He has. And I told him where you could shove it.”
“Excellent. I can see you’re thinking about anal play already. And if you decide to let me be your trainer, I’ll happily let you shove whatever you like up there, within reason. Nothing that could break apart and require a trip to the hospital to extract, and definitely no gerbils. Although to be honest, I’m not sure anyone’s actually ever done that. No one I know has ever admitted to it, anyway. And I’ve known some right perverts.”
Eddie is a self-described pain-slut looking for a man who can satisfy all his masochistic desires. As an experienced sub, he could have his pick of Doms, but he’s set his sights on the gruff Jeff White.
Jeff insists – loudly and frequently – that he is straight as an arrow. When Eddie offers a 5-step set of training sessions to make Jeff a more experienced and desirable Dom, Jeff doesn’t pass up the opportunity. After all, it would be so much easier to concentrate on honing his skills if he isn’t distracted by his dick.
Eddie is one of the least submissive subs I’ve come across – he’s mouthy and witty, and doesn’t cut Jeff any slack. The power-dynamic between this couple is one of the many strengths of this novel. Completely charming and unexpected. Eddie keeps Jeff on his toes – as well as the reader.
Jeff comes to discover that Eddie would be the perfect companion…
If only he were a woman.
Eddie comes to realize that he could really fall for a guy like Jeff…
If only he would come out.
The relationship which blossoms between these two had me grinning from ear to ear – and you will too!
Jeff let himself into the house and ran up the stairs, retrieving his suitcase of kink from the top of his wardrobe. Now he just had to quickly unpack the stuff and lay it out on the sofa, then hide the case so Eddie wouldn’t realise that was the full extent of his collection. Ever since speaking to bloody Sandi, he’d been increasingly self-conscious about how few tools of the trade he had. But the proper kit was bloody expensive, and he’d learnt the pitfalls of buying cheap tools the hard way. Nothing like having a trowel handle break on you when you were in the middle of building a wall to realise that you should have forked out the extra twenty quid and got yourself a professional-quality one.
But when he got downstairs, he spotted Eddie striding down the garden path through the front room window. “Fuck.” Jeff legged it through to the kitchen and plonked the case on the table. Hopefully, Eddie hadn’t seen him. It was always harder to spot people inside a house than it was to look out of the windows. Well, unless you had the lights on, in which case everything in your house was on display for any old potential burglar to check out.
Jeff unzipped the case and pulled out a paddle, a flogger, a tawse and a riding crop. He contemplated the dressage whip. It had stung like bloody buggery when Jeff had tried it out on his thigh. And Eddie had said he didn’t much like those kind of stinging implements.
Jeff added it to the bunch in his hand, along with the cane. Fuck it. Why not? Eddie said he could take all this stuff and enjoy it, hadn’t he? And something about getting a high even off the kind of pain he didn’t much enjoy at the time. Jeff had to stop feeling guilty about the prospect of hurting someone. Painsluts wanted to be hurt. That was part of the whole job description. And sadists enjoyed hurting them.
Right. He could do this.
“I hope you’re ready and in position, bitch,” Jeff called.
“Yes, Sir, right where you asked me to be.”
Jeff opened the kitchen door and got a prime view of naked backside bent over his table.
Fuck. He really wasn’t meant to find that sexy.
Jeff closed his eyes, trying to erase the memory of Eddie’s bare bum. Actually, as bums went, it hadn’t been a bad one—lots of smooth white skin and perky cheeks—but it hadn’t had the right shape. Women’s arses were rounder. Softer. They wobbled. Eddie’s had been kind of…
Jeff opened his eyes briefly. Firm, that was the word he was looking for. Muscular, even. He couldn’t bloody well erase the image from his head. Felt like it had been burned onto the back of his eyelids. At least Eddie had kept his legs together. Jeff didn’t think he’d have been able to cope with seeing his meat and two veg as well.
About the Author:
English through and through, Josephine Myles is addicted to tea and busy cultivating a reputation for eccentricity. She writes gay erotica and romance, but finds the erotica keeps cuddling up to the romance, and the romance keeps corrupting the erotica. Jo blames her rebellious muse but he never listens to her anyway, no matter how much she threatens him with a big stick. She’s beginning to suspect he enjoys it.
Jo publishes regularly with Samhain. She has also been known to edit anthologies and self-publish on occasion.