When her dominant lover suddenly ends their relationship without warning, Katherine is left reeling in shock. His suggestion that she take the cruise they’d been planning for their anniversary alone and use the time to recover sounds like a good idea, but being surrounded by happy couples proves more than she can handle. Trying to cope leads to some unhealthy choices and sends her stumbling into the arms of a dominant stranger.
Jack, with his easygoing smile and a willingness to listen to her woes, is exactly what she needs to get back on her feet. But when the self-destructive behavior continues, she learns he also has a firm hand when necessary. His aura of dominance and strength draws her like a moth to flame, but one odd occurrence after another leaves her wondering about her newfound companion.
As things heat up between them, Katherine is torn between the desire to submit to her body’s hunger and throw herself into his bed, and a stubborn need to cling to the last remnants of her former relationship. She struggles to hold on, but her body cries out for his touch, and to get what she needs, she just has to let go of the past and surrender to the future.
Publisher’s Note: This story contains graphic scenes and old-fashioned discipline. If this offends you, please do not purchase.
Note from the author
I think most women know what it’s like to go through a bad break-up, how completely heartbreaking it can be, especially when it comes without warning. When you’re a submissive and the relationship ending is one of a D/s nature, it can be exponentially worse. I love to tap into the deep chaotic emotions when I write, and nothing is deeper than that feeling of loss and abandonment that a submissive woman feels when her dominant partner leaves her.
I’ve experienced it myself, and I drew on those experiences when I started writing this series. I wanted to take the character, Katherine, from that first crushing blow and that feeling of being unable to cope, and lead her into the light. There is nothing more dazzling than those first moments when you realize you’re in love, and in her case, finding out that he’s the perfect dominant match for her submission makes the attraction much more compelling.
The setting was so important in this novel, and I spent a lot of time debating on where they would meet. It had to be while on vacation, because she needed to be out of her home environment and away from all of those daily influences to make it easier for her embrace a new romance. Otherwise it would be a real struggle for her to move on from her previous relationship. I decided a cruise would open up more fun destinations, and everything else built naturally as I researched the various stops the ship would make. I’m really pleased with how their story begins. I hope you enjoy meeting Katherine and Jack as much as I’ve enjoyed giving them life.
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She wasn’t sure what had woken her, probably the ship rolling, but after a few minutes, she realized she wasn’t going to be able to fall back asleep just yet. The dim grey light filtering in around the curtains made it clear that it was still too early to be awake. She yawned softly and slid out of the warm bed, pulling on a t-shirt as she crossed the room.
She reached behind the curtain to slide the door open without a sound, and then stepped out onto the balcony to take in the morning view. There was something breathtaking about the endless expanse of ocean and the way the rising sun spread ripples of color across the waves. She leaned against the railing to stare into the distance, lost in thought.
Five days ago, she’d been miserable, but now everything was changing. She had no idea what was going to happen when the trip was over, and there was some worry there, but for right now, everything felt perfect. Jack seemed to be exactly what she needed—kind, stable, and willing to take control and pull her into line. If she’d known it could be like this, she’d have dumped Christopher months ago. Her mind was full of questions and worries but her heart knew what it wanted—him.
“Would’ve thought you’d had enough of balconies after the other night,” Jack commented.
She jumped, straightening as she turned around. She hadn’t heard him get up, and now he was leaning casually in the doorway behind her with a slight grin on his handsome face. She wondered how long he’d been watching her think. “I thought I’d be safe enough if I stayed off the railing,” she replied, laughing as she moved into his arms. Hugging him as her head tipping back to stare up at him with a mischievous smile.
“Safe from falling? Or safe from me if I caught you up there again?” he asked, one eyebrow going up as his hands slid down to squeeze her ass possessively.
She was a little sore there, a situation she found herself in often lately, but she liked the reminder. Her tongue slid across her bottom lip, and his eyes followed it, growing heated, before he suddenly leaned down and captured her mouth with his. It saved her from answering his question, because they were suddenly too wrapped up in each other to worry about the niceties of conversation.
He swung her up into his arms and brought her inside, shutting the balcony door firmly behind them and carrying her to the bed. Memories of the danger she’d put herself in were too fresh in his mind to enjoy seeing her out there, and that rush of emotion was probably the reason for the aggressive way he stripped her t-shirt from her body, nearly ripping it before she hurried to help.
His hands slid over her skin, as though memorizing her by touch. Her breath caught in her throat, a strangled gasp escaping as he suddenly rolled her over on her stomach and pulled her up onto her knees. He covered her body from behind, skin warm against her back as he pressed down against her. He grazed the back of her neck with his teeth, sending a shiver down her spine.
“You’re mine, Kitten. All mine, and I’m going to keep you safe—from yourself if I have to,” he whispered in a low voice that made her tremble.
(from the book)
There were no longer coherent words, just a cacophony of needy sounds pouring out of her that got increasingly louder and more desperate as she neared her peak. Just as she was about to topple over the edge, just as the pleasure began to coil up in her belly ready to explode through her body—he stopped. One second, she was nearing orgasm, and the next, she was blinking in bemusement as he stepped away from her.
“Wha…Jack?” she asked, confusion heavy in her voice as she tried to pull out of the haze of physical pleasure enough to focus on what had happened.
“I warned you, Kitty,” he said, shaking his head with a slight smile on his lips. “I told you I wasn’t going to let you come, remember?”
About the Author
I started out as a spanking artist for C.F. Publications more years ago than I care to admit. Within a few months I ended up writing for various magazines as well, and I’ve been doing both ever since. While this is only my third novel, I’ve written hundreds of short stories and articles over the years, and I’ve had one book of spanking illustrations published with another coming soon.
I’m a happily married Poly woman who mostly identifies as submissive, and I spend a lot of time online making new friends from all around the world. I have a deep love of horror, sci-fi, and fantasy and I enjoy exploring D/s relationships through those genres.
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