To Serve Is Divine
Book 1 of The Divine Trilogy
Summary:
Catherine O’Chancey is a reserved, demure, and graceful submissive. All traits she trained hard to enhance when she discovered the world of Dominance and submission in college. In an attempt to start fresh after the unexpected death of her last Dom, Catherine moves to Dallas, TX to escape the shroud of darkness he left behind in her life. She has tried to fight the need that resides deep within her to submit, but finally has to admit she can’t for it is not a choice, but part of who she truly is. After months of mental preparation, she ventures back into the lifestyle by attending a coveted open-night event at Dungeons and Dreams, an exclusive BDSM club.
Is it fate or coincidence that Catherine garners the attention of one of the club’s board members who happens to be on the hunt for the perfect sub – a partner who enjoys receiving pain and pleasure as much as he enjoys doling it out?
Jayden Masterson is many things: a firm Dom, a shrewd businessman, and a gentleman. What he isn’t, is someone who partakes in relationships outside of contractual ones with his multiple, un-collared, regular submissives. While he likes rough sex, he is not an animal, and can find pleasure only if it is consensual. What his harem is missing is a pain slut; could there be one in his future?
Upon meeting Catherine, Jayden feels an instantaneous spark inside him that has him wanting to know not just her body, but her mind. He wants to unravel her mysteries and discover her secrets. Through pain can they find the pleasure they seek? Can part-time pain lovers find full-time fulfillment when it’s not in their contract?
Excerpt:
The evening breeze was cool, and getting colder the longer the reserved red-head stood in line. Erin was thankful she’d decided to wear the black, wool-blend top coat which hung below her knees. It was hard to believe the temperature that day had peaked in the nineties. Since then it had dropped into the sixties, so there she stood, shivering. Typical, crazy Texas weather for you, she thought. She’d be able to coat-check the outer layer once inside, but for now, it warmed her legs, arms, and back, which were left bare by the slip of a dress she’d worn.
The patent-leather, open-toed heels were beginning to hurt Erin’s feet and her nipples were becoming numb from their adornments. She sighed and glanced at her watch to find that she’d been standing in line for forty-five minutes. The wait was due to the surprising size of the crowd vying for their turn to get in; although if she were honest with herself, Erin shouldn’t have been surprised. It was the most exclusive club of the BDSM kind in the immediate area, and it held ‘no membership needed’ nights just once a month. She shifted between her feet and tried to be discreet when she brushed her arms across her chest. A small gasp rushed out when the numbness gave way to a flash of delectable, searing heat.
It had been eight months since she’d moved to the area, just four months after gaining her freedom. She’d attempted to live a normal life back in California, but Erin soon realized there were too many reminders to continue existing with any sense of normality, and decided a fresh start was in order.
To carry out that decision, Erin had done what any newly-single, young bure with a secret would do: opened the road atlas showing the map of the country, closed her green eyes, wiggled her finger around in circles, and dropped it. The next morning found her packing the few belongings that mattered, taking a last glance around to assure herself that the choice was all right – he wasn’t going to stop her – then heading to the bus station where she paid cash for her ticket and left without a trace, Dallas bound.
Erin had spent the last six months researching clubs in her spare time whenever she could work up the nerve. The more time that passed, the more Erin came to realize she just couldn’t ignore the kinky side of herself any longer. She was scared out of her mind, yet knew she needed to get back into the Lifestyle—craved it even. Anxiety became her constant companion, she wasn’t sleeping, and she couldn’t focus on work. The few times she’d attempted to pleasure herself had been failures. Anytime she would get close, visions of him flashed through her mind halting all progress. Yet she needed to serve—to submit. She was pretty sure it was in the chemical make-up of her brain to be a submissive.