My Body-His (Marcello): A Story of Domination, Discipline, and Demarcation

my_body_marcelloMy Body-His (Marcello) ($14.95,  264 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-525-3), by Blakely Bennett, is the second book in the My Body erotic suspense trilogy. These books tell the story of a once-independent woman whose sanity is threatened by her total immersion in a branch of the BDSM subculture that does not adhere to normal practices within the community.

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The third book in the series, My Body-Mine, will be released in July.

5 Stars: “MY BODY-HIS (MARCELLO) is an excellent example of dark erotica at its best. If the dark-side calls to you and an emotional BDSM read is what you are craving, then this trilogy will likely be just what the doctor ordered!” Read more

4.5 Kinks: “Very emotionally involved …. I can’t wait for the last book in the trilogy.”

“I absolutely recommend this read! There are not many books I’ve read lately that have brought out the waterworks. When I finished these two books by Blakely Bennett I had to lay down for a while and calm my nerves. It took me a while to get my mind off of the events in the book. So be warned – You will be emotionally drained reading My Body-His and My Body-His (Marcello).” Read more

—Romance Addict Book Blog

The first book of the trilogy, My Body-His, has generated a good deal of controversy as well as extravagant praise. “The story is exciting and enthralling and deserves to be a formidable success,” wrote Ashley Lister on

Jane Stiles has embarked on an intense odyssey into the world of domination and submission. She no longer recognizes herself. She has quit her job, surrendered her possessions and agreed to a wedding where she is the only one naked, all for the sake of the elusive Luke—a man so compelling, she can deny him nothing. Now there is no going back. Her new life will revolve around Luke, his friends and clients.

Hovering in the background is Luke’s best friend Marcello, whose ego is as towering as his stature. Marcello has set his sights on Jane. She is drawn to his power, his masculinity, and the challenge he represents, even though she fears and dislikes him. After Luke discovers that Jane has breached one of his many “rules,” he sends her to Marcello for punishment and lessons in Dom/sub culture. What happens there will change her forever.

Jane and Luke reconcile, and even find a rhythm that includes not only bondage and punishment but genuine love-making. Just when Jane is convinced that the happiness and devotion she has always craved is within reach, Luke pushes her beyond endurance, and she rebels in a way her harsh husband cannot forgive. From there, her life spins out of control. But Jane has a strong spirit, and she will prevail.

“Some of the feedback I received from MY BODY-HIS compelled me to clarify a few matters for those about to embark on the second episode,” explains Blakely. “I never set out to write a romance or to depict a healthy Dom/sub relationship. While the MY BODY Trilogy takes place within a branch of the BDSM subculture, Jane and Luke’s relationship is dysfunctional and the arc of the story is her journey through it to her ultimate self-empowerment …. Read the whole trilogy and you will see.”

Blakely Bennett has been residing in the great Northwest for over seven years. She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts for her interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. Click here to find Blakely on the Web.

Keep reading for an excerpt:

As we drew closer, I could see how I would be fastened down. “Get up,” Janice said.

“But nobody’s here yet,” I said.

“Soon enough. Now do as I say,” she said, pointing to the thing in the center of the room.

Feeling like a dog obeying a command, I did as I was told. I thought I’d be fastened the long way but instead she draped me over the side. My hands were encased in shackles next to my breasts which were displayed prominently against the leather. My knees hit the back of the pad and she lifted each of my feet, levering them up against my upper legs. She bound my lower legs to my thighs with wide leather belt straps, and then tightened each side to the corners of the brown apparatus, which spread my legs wide. My vagina and buttocks were fully exposed. The angle of my head made my mouth vulnerable, which scared me more than my wide-open bottom.

Aside from the chilly air of the room, I shivered from being so vulnerable. I wondered how long I’d have to wait.

“Janice?” I said.

“Shhhhh,” she said. She knelt down by my head and said, “Don’t say another word. As a matter of fact, don’t speak again until this is all over and you’re back in my room.”

I took her advice and kept my mouth shut. I wished she had put a blindfold over my eyes. No such luck. I wondered how long I could remain with my head hanging over without developing a huge headache. I prayed the people would soon arrive so I could get past the ordeal ahead.

“Thank you, Janice, you’ve done just as I’ve asked.” It was Marcello.

Marcello made no effort to acknowledge me. I was being exhibited as human furniture. I’m sure if I’d looked more comfy, he would have used me as his chair. I wanted to scream curse words at him but I remained silent as the blood rushed to my head. I heard him pass behind me and take a seat.

“Invite them in,” he said.

I felt a simultaneous rush of excitement and dread. My body flamed but my mind rebelled against such abuse. I was confused about my response to Marcello and his lack of acknowledgment. I hated him, I reminded myself … loathed him, actually.

I tried to find a space in my brain where I could wander and detach from my body but my body would not have it. I could hear people milling about and saw their feet passing by. I held still as I assumed Marcello would not approve of me looking around. The size and style of the shoes circulating made me certain the guests were all men.

I could smell the stench of cigars and hear ice clinking in glasses. Classical music played in the background. This sophisticated party with cigars, aged cognac, and classical music required that I be tied down as a party favor? For some reason the whole scene made me want to laugh. I tried to keep from shaking. I thought I had done a brilliant job until I heard a loud snap behind me.

Worried, Janice stooped next to my face. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

I shook my head yes and she could see I rocked on the edge of hysterical laughter.

She crouched closer to my ear and said, “Get a grip. It’s about to start.”

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