Choosing Kellen
Surrender, Book Four
Becca Jameson
Copyright © 2020 by Becca Jameson
Cover Artist: Scott Carpenter
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Contents
Newsletter
Acknowledgments
About the Book
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
Author’s Note
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Acknowledgments
Thanks so much to my amazing beta readers for all your help with this book and the entire series! I love you. And to Susan and Rose—you both made this book shine!
About the Book
Sabine
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.
Kellen
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…
Prologue
Sabine
“I’m so jealous. I can’t believe you’re graduating next month and I’ll still be trudging through law school for the rest of my life.”
I laugh. I love how dramatic Abby can be sometimes. “You have no reason to be jealous. At least when you graduate, you’ll immediately have your pick of amazing jobs. I have zero idea what I’m going to do with my master’s in English. It’s depressing. I’m one month from joining the real grownup world, and I have no plans. The thought freaks me out. I don’t even want to join the real world.”
“Why don’t you come out here, Sabine?” Abby’s voice lifted. “You’ve lived in Cambridge your entire life. Head west. I know your parents don’t mind if you don’t immediately get a job. Hell, your parents are so laid back, they probably don’t mind if you never get a job,” she teases.
She’s not wrong. I do have indulgent parents. Abby’s idea is not a bad one though. I’ve never been to Seattle, and I haven’t seen Abby in a year. “I might be able to make that happen.”
“Yes.” I can hear the excitement in her voice. “You can stay here with us as long as you’d like.”
I chuckle. “Uh… Are you sure about that?” I tease. “You’re living as a submissive to three men. That’s overwhelming. As open-minded as I am, I’m not sure I want to witness your peculiar dynamics up close and personal. I’ve met Julius, Levi, and Beck. They’re…intense.”
Abby originally went to Seattle for a summer internship. She was the most innocent college graduate I’ve ever known. I was stunned when she returned to Cambridge for her grandfather’s funeral two months later with two of those hunks in tow. I was even more stunned when I realized those three dominant, overbearing men had taken Abby under their wing in far more ways than were necessary for a summer internship in videography.
“Don’t be silly. Of course, you’ll stay here. I promise, my Doms won’t insist I roam around naked in front of a house guest.”
“Do they normally insist you wander around the house naked?” Abby never stops shocking me. Even though she’s been living with three overbearing Doms for two years, I’m still easily stunned by her lifestyle.
“Often, yes.” She giggles. “And don’t even pretend you aren’t curious about BDSM. You’ve been curious since the day we met six years ago. You can go to the club here, Surrender. Meet some people. Maybe even dabble in the lifestyle.”
I start tapping my foot against the floor. I’ve wanted to dip my toe into the fetish world for as long as I can remember. I’ve never done it, of course, mostly because I wouldn’t want my parents or the rest of the local aristocracy to find out. My parents are extremely permissive but even they have a line. There’s almost no way I could join a local BDSM club and keep it a secret. Someone would rat me out. Hell, my mother is a professor at Harvard. She would be mortified if something like that got out.
If I went to Seattle though…
“Say you’ll come. I’ll tell Julius, Beck, and Levi to hook you up with some Doms at Surrender. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“What if I want to be the Domme instead of the other way around?” I’m only half-kidding. In my fantasies, a firm, demanding man controls my every move. In reality, I can’t imagine actually being submissive. I’m a very strong, independent woman. I’ve worked hard to earn my degree with honors. I have an apartment and manage my life smoothly. I’m no pushover.
Granted, my parents still help me out financially, and I have a sizeable trust fund left to me by my paternal grandparents. In addition, I seriously have no plans for the future. Somehow, I’ve managed to put off making any decisions by continuing to go to school until I got my master’s.
I lived in the dorm for undergrad and then got
