SUMMARY:

Catherine O'Chancey is a young submissive who has found her happily ever after with a man far better than she’d ever dreamed.

 

Or has she? When does life ever work out so conveniently?

 

Jayden Masterson first opened his playroom to Catherine, a provocative Irish beauty with a penchant for pain. Then he opened his heart to her everyday persona, Erin. For him, life has never been more perfect, or more confusing, since he's comfortable as a Dominant but still finding his way as a lover and equal partner. Jayden is also learning that he can't protect his jewel from everything—nor should he. Some battles she must fight on her own.

 

Erin's past still haunts her, and as the couple move forward in their merging relationship, they must cope with the physical damage left behind by her abuser.

 

Catherine and her Master still have a lot to learn about each other, and about themselves. If Jayden and his jewel can overcome the challenges they face on the next chapter of their journey, their ending just might be . . . Surreal.

 

EXCERPT:

The submissive whimpered when her Master took his touch away, leaving her bereft and wanting. Her heart jumped at the new endearment he’d taken to using. She loved being his “good girl.” Every part of her felt alive and alert for any bit of friction she could get. Catherine fought the urge to plead for an orgasm, savoring his gentle attentions instead while he undid her cuffs. He rubbed each of her wrists and ankles when the restraints came off.

“Your costume for tonight is hanging in the en suite. You have twenty minutes to freshen up, dress, and meet me in the foyer. Do not touch that pussy. I assure you, Catherine, that if you wash away the essence I worked so hard to get out of you, you will not enjoy the punishment. Do you understand? You may speak.”

“Aye, Master.”

Master beamed at her, and she straightened her posture. There wasn’t much room to adjust, but Catherine relished giving him the closest thing to perfection as she was capable. With a searing kiss that left her lips puffy, he exited the room in a cloud of commanding confidence.

Catherine was slick and breathless upon his departure. She allowed herself a few moments to calm her breathing and center her focus before following him out of the playroom. Curiosity drew her toward the submissive’s room. They’d discussed costumes for Dungeon & Dreams’ Halloween bash just once; Catherine had told him that she trusted his decision and would wear anything he chose with pride.

Now she was giddy with anticipation, wondering what he might have selected. Would he have her in something cute and frilly, or would he be the stereotypical male who preferred the risqué: naughty nurse, French maid, school girl—the possibilities were endless.

Arriving at the bedroom door, she paused, fingering the black diamond adorning her left hand. No matter what he’d chosen, she knew she could pull it off if Master believed she could. He would never humiliate her more than she was comfortable with. With that thought, Catherine turned the knob and walked into the room.

Waiting on the bed were two things, and both were made of metal.