Dom versus Top by Lynda Bailey

I want to thank the Bitches for letting me hang out today. It’s a great day to be a bitch, ain’t it? 😉

When I first started reading BDSM romances, I didn’t realize there was any discernible difference between a “Dominant” and a “Top.” A Dom is a Dom is a Dom. Right?

Uh, wrong.

Turns out there’s a HUGE difference between the two. If you’re a “Dominant” in your professional life—think hard-working corporate CEO or brilliant brain surgeon—you’re the one in the driver’s seat. The one in charge. The Big Cheese. The Bosi. The Head Honcho. Period. No discussion. So in my vanilla mind, that also made you the “boss” in the bedroom. This presumption was further encouraged because most of the Dom/sub stories I read contained the dynamic of Boss Man and Assistant (aka submissive) female.

But as I delved deeper into the kink lifestyle for my upcoming BDSM series, I saw the error of my thinking. When you’re the “Top” in the boardroom, you might be more inclined to want to be the “bottom” in the bedroom. Say what? Yup. Total role reversal. Though this probably shouldn’t come as a surprise. I mean we’ve all seen the TV shows where Lady Dominatrix has her dungeon and employs only female Tops to punish all the male doctors and lawyers and politicians for their naughty behavior. Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink. However, that role reversal hasn’t found its way into too many BDSM romances—at least not in the books that I’ve read…which have been considerable. J

It’s still standard to have the hero be the complete Alpha both in and out of the bedroom with the female the willing submissive. Now I’m not knocking the authors who have used this D/s relationship, but think how much more interesting 50 Shades would have been had Christian been the submissive…. Just sayin’…

And it’s not about making the woman the Top. It’s about making the boss the bottom. I’ve read in several non-fiction kinkster books that letting go of responsibility, of having decisions made for you instead of always making them, can be the epitome of release. And not just sexually (though I’m sure that’s the case) but on an emotional level as well.

That’s why for my next book, Shattered Trust, I wanted to play with this turnaround so the employee was the Top and the employer the bottom. I don’t have a cover for Shattered Trust yet (scheduled release date is sometime this summer) but I’ve shared a picture of Liam, my hero and Top, along with the blurb and a sexy excerpt. I’d love to come back and do a cover reveal with you Bitches!

Thanks for hosting me today!



Learning to love is the easy part…

As a young woman, Kate Landry trusted the wrong man, and she paid dearly for her naiveté. Alone, pregnant and destitute, she survived by the sheer force of her will. Now forty-two, Kate has made a good living for herself and her daughter as the owner of the Bluebird. But she’s forgotten how to live. That is until he comes into her bar…

Liam Underhill loved a girl once. And only once. After an accident paralyzed her, she didn’t trust he would continue to love her. Brokenhearted, Liam left and soon discovered a world where women did trust him—to be their sexual Dominant. He plays out the scenes masterfully, but the unexpected request from the stoic bar owner will pose his greatest challenge yet…

Kate and Liam embark on a journey to uncover repressed urges and, in the process, they discover new desires. They also fall in love with one another. But when you’ve been shattered as badly as they have by mistrust, deceit and abuse, loving is easy. Trusting is harder, if not impossible, especially when the heart is involved…

Shattered Trust is a BDSM romance. It contains explicit language and graphic love scenes, including bondage, domination, spanking, whipping and multiple partners. It is intended for mature readers only.


“All right! Goddamn it.” Liam chucked off the covers and stomped to the door, clan only in his boxers. “Someone had better be fucking dead,” he muttered.

He yanked open the door, and froze. The last person he expected to see was the woman who’d fired him less than eight hours earlier.

Kate’s eyes bugged from her scarlet red face. Her gaze darted down to his morning wood tenting the cotton material of his drawers then zoomed back up to again meet his. She chirped like a startled chipmunk, whipped around and stared at the sky.

His masochistic side would enjoy exploiting her discomfort—especially in light of her sacking him—but he personally wasn’t an exhibitionist. He reached over, snagged his jeans from off the chair and shoved in his legs. He zipped up, not an easy task given his Johnson had stiffened at the sight of the woman at his door, and obstinately kept the button undone. He faced Kate again, only she was still staring at the wispy clouds with her back to him.

“It’s safe,” he informed her.

She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze wandering over his bare chest. Her nostrils flared, not much, but he still noticed it.

Kate then stared down at the cracked asphalt. “Don’t you think you should put on a shirt?”

Liam didn’t know whether to laugh or slam the door. She wakes his ass up at this ungodly hour then acts like a prissy bitch? He tamped down his anger and hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. “Nope. I’m fine.”

Her nose wrinkled like she’d smelled something rotten.

“Is there something I can help you?” he prodded.

She turned fully toward him. “I…uh…wanted to talk to you.”

Her face had lost the blazing red, but was still a rosy pink. She stared hard into his eyes. He had to wonder if that was to keep from looking…lower. To test the theory, he flexed his pectoral muscles and smirked to himself when the color in her cheeks deepened. “Okay. Talk.”

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9 thoughts on “Dom versus Top by Lynda Bailey”

  1. I enjoyed reading your post, Lynda. I am very, very new at reading BDSM (actually, I think I only read two such books, and no, “50 Shades” was *not* one of them), so I was not aware that there is such a difference in the Dom and Top -thing 😉

  2. Sounds exciting! I know that there is a certain comfort in letting someone you love take care of your needs so you don’t have to think of them. 🙂

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