J. Dunatos – Bed Mates (Review, Excerpt, Interview, & Giveaway)

Bed MatesBed Mates by J. Dunatos

Source: Review by Request
Copy provided by the Author
My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

Slade is a slave, who has spent years doing manual labor and sleeping on a dirty cot in a crowded barracks. When he is chosen by the Mistress of the castle to be a pleasure slave, he thinks his prayers have been answered. But there is another slave chosen to serve at his side, and Slade’s new bed-mate might jeopardize his cushy new job.

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A Hot, Sweet, MM Historical Romance worth savoring!

It seems different here. But remember, we’re still slaves. Even if we live out our days in this plush room, we will always be slaves. Both of us.

This is not a dark read. With the sex-slave element mentioned in the blurb, I began this book anticipating a non-con situation.

Not the case.

This is more about sexual education, exploration, and bonding between the two main characters.

I was delighted with this little story – at only 42 pages, it’s the kind of book you can read and absorb in a single sitting.

Slade

This was bliss. A warm, clean bed. A beautiful bedmate. And nothing to do…

Slade has lived his entire life as a slave. He grew up inside a house, but was later sold and forced to do back-breaking labor day after day.

Slade has the sole POV of this tale, and we meet him on the day he finds himself extracted from the fields by The Mistress. He’s suddenly surrounded by the lush opulence of a bedroom inside the castle, and a new roommate…

Kieran

The odds were good that he was going to fuck this up, but berating him wouldn’t help, and might actually make things worse.

Slade and Kieran had never met before being paired as roommates and pleasure slaves for The Mistress, but their fates are now intertwined. They are expected to perform as a pair. If one fails to please their new Mistress, both will be dismissed.

Kieran is out of his depth inside the castle. He has no experience with pleasure to draw upon, and isn’t off to a good start in his new position.

The Mistress presents Slade with a deal:
He has one week to prepare Kieran…

Slade takes to his new role with gusto – training young Kieran how to touch and stroke, how to hold off his own pleasure, to read his partner, etc.

Yes, it was delicious to watch all the hands on training 🙂

We don’t get a whole lot of clarification on the time period, but we’re talking castles, kilts, and slavery…

And kilts…
Did I mention that they are pleasure slaves with kilts?

Sorry, I got distracted 😉

I can’t fault The Mistress for her sexual tastes, that’s for sure! As a matter of fact, I liked The Mistress – what little we saw of her – she wasn’t harsh or cruel to her pleasure slaves. They were there for a reason and she expected them to do their job. Nothing more, nothing less.

Inventory of Kink:
MM,
MF,
MFM Menage,
Oral,
Anal,
& Double Penetration.

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Excerpt

The door opened, startling us both. Mistress swished in, wearing an emerald gown that hugged her curves. I stood at attention. Kieran sat stunned on the bed.

“Well, let’s try this again, shall we boys?” Her tone was pleasant and playful, and it gave me hope this night might end positively. She turned and showed me her back. “Unfasten this.”

I rushed to unlace her dress. She stepped out of it, and I laid it over the chair. Mistress stood naked, unashamed, and looked Kieran over carefully. “My pretty boy from the infirmary. You have another chance to please me. And since you have cleaned up so nicely, how about we take it from the front this time?”

I fought to keep my expression neutral. Kieran had paled, but his cock lifted the front of his linen skirt, announcing that it, at least, was up for the task. She climbed onto our bed, laid on her back atop the blanket, and spread her legs. Kieran jumped into action and I let myself breathe. Okay, this will be okay. He slid out of his skirt and mounted her, and I was proud of him for a moment. His firm ass dimpled with his thrusts and his hand worked between them, I hoped offering her some stimulation.

But then his little gasps and moans grew in volume, he removed his hand and used it to support his weight more fully, and I closed my eyes in shame for him. He was losing it again. Mistress’ breasts swayed under his pounding and I caught glimpses of her mouth, predictably turned down at the edges in a severe frown. Fuck.

“I— I’m sorry, I—” He stuttered as she pushed him away, his seed still spurting, drawing a messy line on the bedspread.

He moved away like a spider, scuttling onto the floor. Mistress locked her gaze onto mine and pursed her lips, and I forced all thoughts of Kieran, slave work, and my cold dirty cot in the barracks from my mind. Instead, I smiled and mounted her, kissing one breast, kneading the other. She moaned and arched into me. I hadn’t been sure kissing would be allowed. I still wasn’t going to try for her mouth, but if I could kiss her body that would help.

I moved my hand over her stomach, and when I felt the prickle of her pubic hair I looked down. I found the apex of her folds with my thumb and rubbed in small circles, hoping to hit her spot. Last night had been mostly luck, and I prayed I could repeat it.

Thankfully, I did. The memory of Elisa, dim and distant, surfaced, and I used it to guide my hand. When Mistress smiled and breathed out a soft, “Ahh.” I slowly slipped my cock into her.

“Yes.” She approved the maneuver, and threw her head back, eyes closed in pleasure.

I worked my thumb in the same rhythm as my hips, my eyes glued to her face.

As it turned out, I needn’t have been too concerned about reading her subtle signals. She directed me plainly enough. “Faster,” was the first order. Then, “Harder,” and finally, “Keep it there, now.”

Her channel pulsed around me as she came, and then she reached down to move my hand away from her clit. When she opened her eyes, I realized my job was done and I pulled out. I could have easily brought myself to release, but her pussy was glistening and slick with Kieran’s seed and her own juices, and I knew she expected me to clean it. I did so with a small damp towel, and took the opportunity to examine her sex more carefully. She was different than I remembered Elisa, but whether that was an actual difference or just my faded memory I couldn’t be sure.

She watched me, propped up on her elbows, amusement in her eyes. “Very well done. Your name?”

“Slade, Mistress.”

“Nice.” She nodded as if she approved of the name, then turned to the floor, where Kieran kneeled. “And this one?”

“He is Kieran.”

“Well, Kieran will be punished. Again. I will watch this time.” She waved her hand in the air. “Repeat whatever you did last night.”

“Yes, Mistress.” It took Kieran a moment to stand, and I realized with horror he was crying silently, tears falling onto his chest. I tried to focus only on the immediate physical tasks in front of me: take the belt from the skirt, hold the buckle firmly, aim at the fleshiest part of his buttocks.

I delivered five strokes, a bit harder than I had done last night, but still not of the intensity I’d have used in the barracks or out on the work site. After the fifth, I dropped the belt, my stomach twisting with regret.

“Is that all?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I prayed madly she wouldn’t ask me to do anything more.

She rose from the bed and walked around me, looking at me strangely, with a half smile on her face. “You care for him, don’t you?” She tilted her head at Kieran and her smile widened.

“Yes, Mistress.” There was no reason to deny it, relationships between slaves were not discouraged.

“Hmm. Well, that moves me in your favor.” She stepped to Kieran, who still stood with his palms against the wall, and ran her hand down his back. “Two handsome boys in love is a difficult thing to resist.” She delivered a cruel slap to his ass directly over a red mark from the belt, and Kieran hissed in his breath.

She frowned, moved to the chair where I had left her gown, and stepped into it. “You have a week to get him ready, Slade. Next Friday I will be back, and I will expect a great performance from both of you if you wish to keep this appointment.” A finger snap indicated she expected me to fasten it for her, and I did, managing the laces as best I could with my work-rough fingers.

She slipped her shoes back on and opened the door. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I answered dutifully, but she was looking at Kieran.

“Pretty boy?”

“Yes, Mistress.” His voice was quiet and wet. Mistress scowled and left us alone.

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An Interview with J. Dunatos

J. Dunatos – Author of Bedmates

 About the Book:

 Sell your book in five words or less:
“Sweet and sexy slave training”

What was the spark of inspiration which led to this book?
Usually I have one scene, like an erotic image that sparks my stories. This one was the scene where Kieran comes too soon, and Slade has to punish him. I just loved the idea of that, all the sexy images but also the emotional depth to it. Imagining what was going through their minds is how the story came about.

How did you come up with the character, Slade?
I wanted to create a slightly older, more experienced character, and so I thought about what that might look like. I like the idea of someone who has to force himself to be optimistic, who is afraid of hoping for the best but really wants to.

What about Kieran & The Mistress?
Well, the Mistress is my favorite kind of character. I love strong, competent women. I especially love to write them in a way that allows them to be unapologetically dominant.

Kieran was sort of a good foil to Slade. He is innocent and hopeful, kind of starry-eyed, while Slade is more jaded. They complement each other nicely.

What kind of research did you do to prepare for writing this book?
Not much. I kept the world very vague on purpose, it is really more of an erotic character study. I mean unless we count porn as “research” lol.

What is your favorite quote or moment from this story?
I love the moment when Slade is really angry at Kieran, but has to control himself.
This section:

Her heels had barely faded down the hallway before Kieran collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Rage filled me, and I seriously considered kicking him in his pathetic heaving ribs as he lay there weeping. But I turned away, and calmed myself, remembering the way he’d cowered from me in bed, the nervous tears he’d shed in the bathroom earlier. There was only one way out of this now, and fighting with him wouldn’t help.

“Kieran.”

His sobs quieted, but he didn’t look up.

“Kieran! Get up!”

He moved slowly to comply, wiping his eyes and sniffling. When he stood in front of me I wrapped him in my arms, and he held me as if he might fall without my support.

“How can you even touch me? I’m going to ruin this for you, for us. I’m—” He continued crying, quietly shaking against my shoulder.

“Do you intend to ruin it?”

“No! No. I swear, Slade, I don’t want to—”

“Fine. Then calm down and let’s deal with this. We have a chance, and I intend to take it. Are you sorry about tonight?”

“Yes. I’m so sorry.”

I smiled and brushed his hair from his brow. “Then try your best for me from now on, all right?”

He nodded quickly. “I promise. I’ll try. But what if I can’t? How will you… If I ruin it for you, I’ll never forgive myself. You’ve been so nice to me, Slade, I can’t—”

More tears. Fleetingly I wished I had just kicked him while he was down. The thought made me smile. As if I could have done it, when belting him had made me half sick. I shushed him and rubbed his back.

Is there a song which you feel perfectly complements your story?
Lol the first song that popped into my head was “relax” [by Frankie goes to Hollywood] because of Kieran training himself not to come.

But not only does that song totally reveal my age, it doesn’t match the tone of the story at all. Honestly, I’m not really a writer who uses playlists for stories.

If you were offered the chance to turn this book into a Hollywood movie, would you take that opportunity?
omg yes! There needs to be more varied characters in erotic stories, and more lgbt sexytimes in general.

On Writing:

This is where the magic happens – a photo of J. Dunatos’ workspace

How long have you known you wanted to be an author?
I guess for most of my life, though it took a while to work up the nerve to do it!

Do you remember the first story you ever wrote?
I do! I was ten, and I wrote a very symbolic essay about an ice cube. It was weird, and no one liked it.

How do you keep your creativity flowing?
I really love talking with other authors, and chatting about upcoming projects or just the genre in general. My critique partners and writing friends help keep me energized and excited about what I write. I love them.

How long did it take for you to write Bedmates?
It took a long time! Even though it is a short piece, because I wrote it while I was also writing another, longer, Romance novel. So probably a few months, though obviously I wasn’t working on it nonstop.

We’re loving the cover of this book! Who designed it?
I did – But I can’t take much credit, I basically just chose a really great stock image and cropped it. Then again, there isn’t much you can do to improve a hot guy, is there?

What advice do you have for new authors? Is there anything you know now that you wish you knew when you were starting out?
I wish I had given some of my work more time. I published an erotica series really fast, without much editing or feedback, and although I love it still I can see how it might have been a much better product if I’d had more patience. I ended up pulling it from most vendors because I just wasn’t as proud of it as I wanted to be. So my advice is: don’t rush! Quality is worth the time it takes to produce.

How do you deal with bad reviews? Any advice for other authors in that regard?
I have been so lucky with reviews! But yeah, there have been a few that hurt. I guess the only thing to do is try to detach yourself from the work. I try to remember there are books I didn’t enjoy, too, and that readers are entitled to their opinions – Don’t take it personally – it is about the book, not you.

What additional projects are you working on?
Right now I am finishing up a paranormal erotica series, Wynn’s Charm Shop and I’m working on a Contemporary m/m Romance under my other pen name (Amelia Bishop).

On Reading:

What book have you read more times than any other?
Probably Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. I love the chemistry of the characters in it.

What is the latest book you’ve bought and read?
Sadly, it’s been a while since I’ve bought a new read for myself. The last book I bought was Words of Radiance by Brandon Sanderson, which was a few months ago. I better get to amazon ASAP!

What was the last book you absolutely fell in love with?
I absolutely love Harper Fox, who writes gorgeous, sensual, m/m Romance. Her story Scrap Metal which I read a few years ago when it came out, was one I fell really hard for. I just love her descriptions! It’s like you are in the setting, it’s so rich and lush. Love it.

Is there a book you keep meaning to read, but haven’t gotten around to it? Don’t worry, we all have ridiculously long TBRs!
Lots of people have recommended Zero at the Bone by Jane Seville and I just haven’t read it yet. I will! I promise!

Do you recall the first piece of Erotica you ever read?
Probably The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice (or “Anne Roquelaure”) I also remember reading an anthology of Gay erotica at a pretty young age, maybe 18 or so. I loved them all!

Do you recall the first piece of Science Fiction you ever read?
I remember loving A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L’Engle. I must have been in the fourth grade?

On Play Time:

When you’re not hard at work writing, what do you do with your time?
I have kids, so they are usually my focus. I love to make things, too, so I do a lot of crafting, crochet, cooking, and general artsy-foolishness.

Do you have any pets?
I have a dog, and also a small flock of chickens.

Do you have a guilty pleasure?
I am embarrassed to admit how much I enjoy shopping in dollar/discount stores. Sure, we all go in when we need a little something. I think for me though, it is a kind of therapy. LOL I’ll call it “retail therapy for broke folk.” I don’t care, I love it!

 

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Giveaway:

J. Dunatos has graciously offered to give an eBook copy of Bedmates to one lucky Smutsonian Reader! Enter here:

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About the Author:

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J. Dunatos believes sex should be fun, and reading about it should be even better. She writes erotica of every flavor, playing with pairings and settings to create true erotic entertainment. Sometimes, a happily-ever-after might even sneak in.

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