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I came to Seattle for the summer to visit Abby.
I came to experiment. To dabble in her lifestyle.
I came because she’s so happy, and I’m jealous.
I’ve tried lots of things at Surrender, except one.
When Kellen proposes I spend two weeks with him, I can’t turn him down.
Now, I’m in his home. I’m his little.
It’s unnerving, and I’m very naughty. What difference does it make?
It’s only for two weeks. It’s not like he would ever invite me to stay.
I’m not ready to move on after losing my wife.
Plus, Sabine is too green for me.
But I have the time, and I need to put myself back out there.
Now she’s in my home, learning the ropes.
She’s challenging. Why does she defy me so often?
I’m not sure I’m the right Daddy for her.
She needs boundaries. She’s testing me.
And then she takes things one step too far…
Abby invites her friend Sabine to visit and explore the BDSM lifestyle. Sabine has always been curious about the lifestyle but knows she couldn’t possibly explore at home. Even with the privacy surrounding clubs she’s sure her parents would find out somehow.
There’s one aspect Sabine hasn’t experienced and the thing is all the Doms we’ve met agree it’s the one she is suited for.
Kellen hasn’t had a Little since his wife passed away. They were perfect together and when it’s suggested he train Sabine as a part of her research he balks a bit. However, ever since he first saw Sabine, he’s been attracted. He decides to give it a try after seeing her with Lucy. It’s only two weeks after all.
This is a favorite scene as they are discussing the rules.
“You won’t be free to come and go as you please in my home, little one. Not for a second. If you want to experiment as my little, you’ll follow my rules. I know you’re not shocked. You’ve seen Lucy in action. Master Roman is a strict Daddy, but he’s fair, and you’ll find me to be fair also.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it.
“Please, speak your mind, little one.”
She clears her throat. “Lucy told me that she didn’t really have a childhood and that’s what appeals to her. She gets to be the little girl she never was. I’m not like that.”
I smile again, hoping that my calm exterior is putting her at ease. “That’s one type of little. There are so many reasons why women prefer to live as young girls. Sometimes it’s the opposite. For example, some women really enjoyed their childhood and want to relive it.”
Her eyes widen again. “That might be more like me.”
“Perhaps.” I’m holding back. She’ll figure out for herself what her reasons are in time.
Sabine tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and I watch it spring right back, trying not to chuckle at her effort. I wonder how many times in her life she’s wasted her energy trying to tame her hair back.
Her auburn curls are loose today. She doesn’t even have a clip. I love her hair. It’s gorgeous. I also can’t wait to restrain it.
“Tell me more about you, little one.” I hold my position, still slowly stroking my chin, not moving more than necessary so she won’t spook.
She tugs her hands out from under her thighs and folds them in her lap. “The truth is that I have everything I could ever want. I have a sizable trust fund, which is why I haven’t been in a hurry to find a job.” She cringes. “That’s rather embarrassing and pitiful isn’t it?”
I shake my head. “Not at all. You just graduated a month ago. You’re still trying to find yourself. If you have the means to do so, you’re entitled to take the time.”
She draws in a breath. “Anyway, that’s how I ended up here. I’ve been thinking about writing a book. The idea is probably far-fetched, but I thought if I researched various aspects of Abby’s life, I might get inspired and learn enough to write a story.”
I unfold my legs and lean forward, putting my elbows on my knees. “So you’re planning to write about the BDSM community? That’s what all the research is for?”
She shrugs. “Maybe.”
“Admirable. Have you been taking notes?”
“Yes. I have a journal. I’ve been writing in it every day. Rambling mostly. But I’ve noted everything I’ve learned so far each day.”
“Good for you. I’ll expect you to continue that process then. Daily.” I lift a brow.
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
I pause a moment and then continue questioning her. “How many boyfriends have you had?”
She shrugs. “A few, Sir.”
“I thought so. Apparently, they didn’t.” I can hear the frustration and rejection in her voice. Interesting.
“They broke up with you?”
She nods. “Ironically, I’m bossy and domineering.”
I chuckle. “Maybe you weren’t meant to be bossy and domineering,” I suggest. “You won’t be that way under my roof. I’ll be bossy in this relationship. You’ll be demure and obedient.”
She lifts her hand and chews absently on her thumbnail again. It must be a nervous habit. When combined with her wiggling, she looks very young. I don’t think she realizes it.
I stare at her for a few moments, rubbing my chin with two fingers, letting my last words sink in. “Is this going to be a problem?”
She lowers her hand. “I don’t know, Sir. I can try?” It’s comical how her voice lilts like she’s asking me a question.
“I suggest you do more than simply try. If you’re going to immerse yourself in the lifestyle of a little, you’ll miss out on all the fun parts if you end up spending all your time being disciplined.”
She nods, but that thumbnail comes to her lips again.
“Stop biting your nail, Sabine,” I reprimand, mostly to gauge her reaction. I’m setting a bar though. Now that I’ve made this decision, I’ll need to stick to it.
She jerks her hand away from her mouth, probably unaware she’d even been biting her thumbnail to begin with. “Yes, Sir.”
“Would you like to get started?”
She draws in a sharp breath but nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“How about if I show you your room? You can change and come back downstairs.”
She nods again. “Okay, Sir.” Her voice is wobbly. It’s expected.
I rise and reach out a hand to her. She grabs it and lets me help her to her feet. I find I like the feel of her smaller palm in mine. It’s warm from her sitting on it. Soft. I instinctively lift it to my face and rub her knuckles against my cheek.
It’s been so long since I’ve let myself experience this kind of intimacy, and I probably shouldn’t be doing so with Sabine, but I can’t help myself. I’m drawn to her. If I wasn’t, she wouldn’t be here. I need to watch myself, though. This woman is far too inexperienced for the likes of me. Even if she realizes she enjoys the life of a little, that doesn’t mean that I’d keep her.
I’m doing this experiment for two reasons. One is to get my friends off my back because they’re right. I need to put myself out there again. Two is because Sabine intrigues me. She’s cute and sexy at the same time. I want to know what makes her tick. I’m curious enough that I’ve made this commitment.
But it can’t go beyond this trial. She’s far younger than me and has her entire life ahead of her. She should find a man who’s closer to her age with his entire life ahead of him.
Becca Jameson. Choosing Kellen: Surrender, Book Four (Kindle Locations 522-569). Becca Jameson Publishing.
I can’t help but think ‘famous last words’ as Kellen muses on his way to show Sabine her room.
This book was is informative about the Little lifestyle, this training is far different from what we read with Lucy. It was interesting to watch Sabine select the age for the day and fall into the role. Even more interesting is Kellen’s reaction to her.
Of course there’s going to be some snags in this relationship, especially since Kellen is falling hard for Sabine in spite of telling himself he won’t.
I love the way Becca helps us immerse into the training, the caring, and love that just pours off the pages. There’s laughter, tears, romance and some sizzling heat as Sabine finds that Kellen is the man and the Dom for her.
I can’t wait to see what’s next in this series!
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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 90 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.
A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.
During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!