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I’m a well-known masochist.
I’ve been a member of Surrender for two years.
Someone unknown sponsors me.
I can barely make ends meet, and I’ve just lost yet another job.
When Kendric discovers me living in my car, he takes me home.
It’s a horrible idea. I can’t stay with him.
He’s a Daddy. I need a sadist in my life.
But I’m falling for him, and I don’t have any other place to stay.
I’ve been secretly sponsoring Giana.
She’s intriguing, but I’ve never approached her.
She’s not Little. I’m not a sadist.
At least that’s what I’ve believed for two years.
When I find her living in her car, another side of Giana comes out.
She submits to me as a Daddy Dom.
She thrives, even when I take her to Blossom Ridge.
Convincing her she’s my Little is a challenge, and I’m all in.
In the prologue of this book, we see the discussion about Giana’s sponsorship to Surrender. It’s Kendric who steps up to pay the sponsorship, he’s a bit infatuated with her but he’s not a sadist, he’s a Daddy Dom and she’s definitely a masochist.
It’s two years later, and we meet Giana and her friend Hannah as they prepare for their night at Surrender. Hannah knows she watches Kendric and teases her about it. As much as Giana might wish for Kendric to dominate her, she knows he’s a Daddy Dom and she just isn’t a little.
It’s Kendric’s turn to lock up Surrender and as he’s leaving he sees a car in the lot. It’s a cold night and while it’s not unusual for a car to be left, he investigates further. He realizes the car is Giana’s and the windows are fogged, he hopes he’s not interrupting something when he knocks on the window. It’s Giana who looks out at him, and she’s alone.
Little does she know everything, and I do mean everything is going to change.
This is a favorite scene.
I’m stalling. I take a deep breath and rap my knuckles on the driver’s side window.
I hear someone gasp inside and a moment later, fingers wipe away the condensation. Thank fuck it’s Giana. Her eyes are wide and she opens the door. “What are you doing here?” she asks me as if I’m the odd ball.
I grab the frame of the door and the side of the car so I can bend down and see inside better. She’s alone. I narrow my gaze. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? I thought you left a while ago.”
She sighs and lowers her gaze. She’s wearing a lot of layers. A thick heavy coat, gloves, a scarf wrapped around her neck and the back of her head. “My car won’t start,” she murmurs.
“Why didn’t you come back inside to ask for help?” The hairs on the back of my neck rise. Something isn’t right.
“I didn’t want to bother anyone.”
“Did you call a tow truck? Or what are you waiting for?”
She rubs her gloved hands together. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what you’re waiting for?” I’ve never seen her this nervous. My brain is trying to figure out what’s going on. Meanwhile, I shift my gaze to the back of her car. It’s jammed packed. “What is all this stuff in the back seat, Giana?”
She sighs. “Everything.”
I blink. Everything? What does that mean?
I squat lower, so my face is below hers and I’m looking up at her.
“Giana, talk to me.”
She draws in a slow breath. “I lost my job and I’ve been staying at a motel, but then my car wouldn’t start, and…”
“I work for a temp agency,” she continues. “They’ll find me something else. I just need to get by between now and then. It won’t take long.”
“Were you going to sleep in your car, Giana?” I ask gently, though that is obvious.
“Yes. I’ll be fine. I promise I’ll figure something out tomorrow.”
Like hell. “Do you have friends or family you can stay with? Can I drive you somewhere?”
“What about Hannah? I thought you two were close?”
Giana jerks her gaze to mine. “No. I don’t want her to know about this. We’re not that kind of friends. We’re club friends. We don’t get together outside of Surrender. I’d be embarrassed for her to know I’m struggling.”
My lips move. There are no other options here. “Okay, you’re coming home with me then.”
She gasps and shakes her head. “Not a chance. I won’t impose on you like that.”
“It’s not an imposition, Giana. I have plenty of room.” I rise to standing and reach out a hand. “Come.”
She shakes her head again. “Kendric, I can’t. I hate that you saw me out here. Can’t you just forgot it and leave me. I’ll figure it out in the morning and I’m sure I’ll get a new position with the agency in the next couple of days.”
“Giana, I’m not asking. I’m telling you. Get your stubborn ass out of that car now before I decide to take you over my knee and spank your bottom so hard that Mistress Claudia’s crop earlier will seem like child’s play.”
What the fuck am I talking about? Jesus. I don’t spank anyone that hard. No one. I’m a gentle giant. I like snuggles and giggles and fun trips to the zoo. I can and have spanked Little girls before, but not hard enough to make them cry.
Giana’s eyes are wide and she’s staring at me. Mouth open. No words coming out.
I open the door wider. “You going to walk to my truck on your own, or should I throw you over my shoulder and carry you kicking and screaming like a naughty Little girl?” Jesus, fuck. I’m losing it.
“I’ll count to three. If you’re not out of the car, I won’t even give you the chance to take any of this stuff with you.”
She licks her lips. “Sir…”
My dick gets hard the moment she calls me Sir. That’s right, Baby girl. Sir. Or Daddy. Not Kendric. “One… Two… Three.” I reach in and grab Giana around the waist, easily lifting her small frame out of the car and tossing her over my shoulder.
She squeals and squirms as I reach in to snag her keys from the ignition. I hesitate for a moment, wondering about the decision to leave everything she owns in this car. What if she gets robbed in the night?
Mostly what I see is black trash bags, probably because she doesn’t own suitcases and left her residence in a hurry. If she’s homeless, she has gone months without paying her rent.
A tight ball forms in the back of my throat at the thought of Giana homeless and alone. How long has she lived like this? I feel like shit for not noticing.
I grab her purse while she fights me. My arm is wrapped firmly around the back of her thighs though. She’s not strong enough or large enough to get free. “Stay still, Little girl, unless you want me to double the spanking I’m already planning.”
She stops fighting me, but only long enough for me to let my guard down. The moment I loosen my grip, she arches her chest and tries to shove off my shoulder.
I grip her legs tighter and set my other hand on her ass, squeezing it hard. It has to hurt after the cropping.
“Ouch,” she shouts. Finally, a human reaction.
“Yeah, ouch. You’re going to think ouch, Little girl. Stop fighting me and tell me if there’s anything valuable in this car we need to take.”
“Yeah. All of it,” she complains. “Leave me here with it.”
“Not happening. Computer? Phone? Cash?”
She slumps in my arms. “No.”
I shut the door, lock the car, and haul this bundle of feisty woman to my truck. What the fuck am I going to do with her?
I should call someone else. Maybe Claudia or at least Roman. Anyone. Someone else can put her up for the night or the week or the month. I’ll lose my mind with her under my roof.
Becca Jameson. Embracing Joy (Kindle Locations 165-214).
Concern for Giana is Kendric’s main reason for taking her in, but there’s also her response to him in the parking lot. It seems to him that there just might be a Little hidden inside her and he’s going to find her.
Giana protests albeit a bit too much, she agrees to see where things go. She has much to work out in her life and just maybe Kendric’s the man to help her do that.
I loved the way this story unfolds and that the trip to Blossom Ridge is quite revealing.
This is sexy, fun, enlightening and sizzling too.
5 Contented Purrs for Becca!
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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 100 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters Series, her Fight Club series, and her Club Zodiac 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!
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