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An Interview with Theo Moore
By Lisabet Sarai
If you’ve heard of me at all, you probably associate me with BDSM erotica/erotic romance. That’s not surprising. I’ve written a lot of D/s fiction, not just M/f but also femdom and lesbian, even a bit of gay kink. After sixteen years in the biz, I’m still fascinated—and thrilled—by stories of power exchange. Lately, though, it’s gotten pretty difficult to produce anything original in the genre. I call it the attack of the Christian Grey clones!
The hero in my new BDSM erotic romance The Gazillionaire and the Virgin is about as far from that Dom stereotype as you can get. He’s not your typical smooth, sexy, self-confident expert in administering pain and pleasure. In fact, when the book opens, he’s still a virgin, although he has researched kinky techniques in considerable depth. Over the course of the book, he grows into his role as a dominant, nurtured by his submissive but often bossy partner Rachel.
Rather than tell you about him, though, I thought I should let Theo speak for himself.
LS: You were still a virgin at age twenty nine—despite your obvious strong interest in sex. How did that happen?
TM: Dealing with people makes me anxious. I can’t help it. It’s probably related to my brain chemistry. I’m much more comfortable interacting with computers. When I meet strangers, all I want to do is run away and hide. Needless to say, if the stranger happens to be an attractive woman, that just makes it worse. So I never dated or anything like that. I didn’t have the courage to talk to girls. Having a constant hard-on in their presence undermined my self-confidence even more.
LS: Yet when you finally got together with Rachel, you naturally assumed the dominant role. How did that happen?
TM: (chuckles) It’s a mystery to me too, believe me. I mean, I’d fantasized about doing things to her. How could I not? I imagined binding her, beating her, all the kinky things that have turned me on since I was a teenager. But the reality—in my wildest dreams I couldn’t have guessed how amazing she’d be. Somehow I sensed her deep desire for surrender. I suddenly knew what she wanted. And I knew—I guess because of all the porn I’ve consumed, or maybe because we really are soul mates, though that sounds cheesy—I knew how to give it to her.
LS: Were you surprised to discover that Rachel was a secret submissive?
TM: Totally shocked. She has so much power in her daily life. She’s constantly ordering people around. Rachel Zelinsky is assertive to the point of being annoying. Despite my fantasies, the notion that she might actually be a sub never occurred to me. Knowing her so much better now, though, I understand how her private submissiveness and her public bossiness reinforce each other. Submission is a relief for her, a freeing experience after being in charge all the time.
LS: You fell in love with her pretty quickly. Wasn’t that a bit hasty?
TM: Do you think love is something you can control? I knew it was risky, losing my heart to someone so different from me. I couldn’t help it. In all fairness, too, I don’t think it was just because of our sexual compatibility. I was more comfortable with her than with almost anyone I’ve ever met. She was gentle with me. She didn’t criticize my peculiarities. At the same time, she challenged me to try things I would never have attempted without her encouragement.
LS: Like tying her to your dining room table and walloping her with your belt? (grin)
TM: Well, yeah, but also like speaking in public. Or flying to New York to meet her family. I honestly didn’t think I could manage that. With Rachel at my side, though—sometimes I feel as though I could do anything.
LS: So what does the future hold in store for the two of you? Besides kinky sex, I mean.
TM: I’m trying not to obsess about our future. I want to marry her. And to collar her. But right now we’re taking things one day at a time. I’m just grateful she found a way to show me how stubborn and wrong-headed I was being, trying to push her out of my life.
LS: Do you want to tell us more about that?
TM: No way. Anyone who wants to know should buy the book!
Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky is not a woman who lets pleasure interfere with business, but when she meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she can’t resist his geeky appeal. Though Theo’s knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience, he is Rachel’s first true Master—and the first man to truly touch her heart.
R Excerpt 1 (Rachel)
It won’t go away. All through the day—every day—need gnaws at my spirit. Whether I’m reading my email, meeting with my board of directors, preparing a presentation, closing a deal to acquire a promising start-up, discussing deployment of the next release with my engineering managers, I can’t shake the sense that something critical is missing. In yoga class, the aching knot just above my solar plexus doesn’t unwind, no matter how deeply I breathe. Driving to work, I have to force myself to pay attention. Otherwise, I drift off into recollections of my time with Theo—what he did, what he said, how I responded.
I miss him, miss him dreadfully, though it’s been only four days since we were last together. We’ve Skyped every night since the weekend, but somehow that only makes the hunger worse. When I see him there on my screen, grainy and over-exposed, all I want is to touch him—to brush the unruly hair off his forehead, to stroke his cheek, to trace the line of his plump, sensitive lips with my thumb. To offer up my own mouth for him to claim it, tear off my blouse and press my tits against his solid chest, sink to my knees and beg him to take me.
I’d be more than willing to strip and perform for him, to act out whatever lewd actions he ordered, but he refuses to become involved in any sort of phone or cyber-sex. “Everyone’s listening in,” he asserts. “The government. The neighbors. What you and I do should be private.” So we chat about safe topics—our work, what we’ve been reading, where we should go for dinner next weekend. All the while, lust burns in those bright eyes of his. I know what he’s thinking. I’m thinking the same thing.
I’m not expecting him to call Thursday afternoon. The trill of my phone interrupts me as I’m giving Diane instructions for tomorrow. Still, the sound of his voice kindles a warm joy in the pit of my stomach as well as a wetness between my legs.
“Hi, Theo. What’s up?”
“I want you to come early tomorrow. Around noon.”
“I—um—I really can’t. I’ve got an all-day meeting up in San Francisco, some investors from India.”
“What? I can’t do that. These guys have come half-way around the world to talk to me about a franchise deal. Think of the potential profit! More than a billion people, a soaring GDP, and Internet growth that’s doubling every year…”
It’s the wrong thing to say. I realize this the moment the statement’s out of my mouth.
“So you care more about money than about me.” Not a whining complaint, but a dry statement of the facts, at least as Theo sees them.
“No, of course not, but I can’t put my personal life above my business…”
“You should.” I can picture his face, the stubborn set of his jaw as he retreats, distancing himself from me. “But never mind. Of course you’re too busy. I should have expected that.”
“Wait! Wait, don’t hang up, Theo.” I struggle to keep him engaged. “What’s so important about tomorrow noon?”
“I want you to meet my sister. Ellen. She’s free for lunch tomorrow.”
“Can’t we do it Saturday?”
“She’s flying to Jamaica for a two week vacation with her partner Saturday morning.”
“What about when she gets back?”
“She doesn’t want to leave without talking to you. She says she’s worried about me, worried about our relationship. She’s afraid you’ll hurt me, break my heart.”
I’d never hurt you, I almost say, then understand I’m doing so at that very moment. And it feels horrible, like a knife twisting in my gut.
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