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Unmasking Dorian

Jenner’s Law

Violet Summers

Unmasking Dorian

Jenner’s Law

Violet Summers

ISBN 978-1-59578-614-2

Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509

rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval

system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or

otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

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Editor

Terri Schaefer

Cover Artist

April Martinez

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of

the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual

events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Blurb

Dorian Jenner is an undercover vice cop and a serious Dom. Cassidy Anderson-

Lassiter has moved to Detroit with her daughter to work for her new brother in law

Marcus Worthington, and to heal from the loss of her husband.

She finds a book on BDSM in her sister Carrie's old apartment. The subject

immediately catches her attention. Since the death of her husband Cass has put all she is

into raising her daughter. Her wild child days are over, but there is something missing.

She's grown cold inside, afraid to make the wrong move in life. To add some excitement

she decides to explore the on-line world of D/S. It couldn't hurt, it’s not like she was ever

going to meet someone from the computer. That is until she meets Master Darken. He is

patient and kind. He takes her to places she'd never known. What starts online eventually

leads to a real life meeting. Even though she can't see his face, his actions, his words

wrap her in a whirlwind of erotic sensations that thaw the cold in Cassidy's soul.

Hidden behind the mask, Dorian knows that Cass was meant for him, but she is

skittish and afraid of the world outside the safe cocoon she's wrapped herself in.

One night she begs to see who the man behind the mask is. What follows is a

tempest of emotions that threaten everything Cassidy thought she wanted and needed for

herself and her daughter.

Because Unmasking Dorian will force Cassidy to choose between love, faith and

hope or an overwhelming fear that could tear her apart forever.

Chapter One

Cass sat in front of the computer looking at the black and red web page. She hit the

join button and was transported to the sign-up page. A knot formed in her stomach. Was

she really going to do this? Looking at the book next to the computer she remembered the

words so clearly. Her body had softened as she pored over every page. But this, this was

a huge step.

She sent a quick glance toward the hallway, toward Katie’s room. Her baby, who at

almost two years old wasn’t such a baby anymore, was safely tucked in her crib. Cass

looked back at the screen. Dynamic images shifted, forbidden fantasies brought to vivid

life in the anonymity of cyberspace. It’s not like she was hitting the clubs. She wasn’t

embarking on a series of meaningless flings. It’s not like anything she did online would

be real .

She took a deep breath and plugged in her information, along with her credit card

number. She would try it out for a week. Just one week, just to see if she truly felt the

same as she had reading that damn book.

She needed a name. Well… She sat and thought. She hated making up screen names.

They always seemed silly, or pretentious. She certainly didn’t want a bubble gum name.

Taffy69. CandyKisses2009. Yuck . Ok, what about Wild Child? She turned it over in her

mind. Yep, that was the one she was going with. So maybe it was silly and pretentious;

it’s not like anyone would know who she was. Besides, it’s what Carrie and her folks had

always called her when she’d ended up in some wacky escapade as a kid. It seemed

fitting; there was nothing wild about her life now, nothing but work and her family and

Katie. If this little online experiment was supposed to wake her up, make her feel alive

again, then it was poetic irony that she used the nickname of the woman she used to be.

She entered her vital statistics, then re-read her answers: SWF, 27, 5’7”, a few extra

pounds. She loved the weight descriptions, thin, average, a few extra pounds and stocky.

So much more appealing than “shaped like a summer squash”.

The next two pages were a laundry list of what she was willing to do or not do in the

name of BDSM. She quickly checked a bunch of no’s. No, she didn’t want a woman, nor

would she have any sexual contact with one. Fine for others, she mused, but she was an

outtie girl, not an innie.

The next set of questions piqued her interest. Would she have a ménage with two

men? In real life, maybe a few years ago; there was no way she’d take that risk now. But

in this online, fantasy life? Yes, definitely. Being pleasured by two male bodies? The idea

sounded heavenly.

Spanking, maybe. Tied up, another maybe. Cass continued onto the second page,

checking each of her answers twice. She was trying to be honest, but she wondered if

anyone was really honest on these things.

Maybe she should have described herself as a tall, willowy blonde with deep green

eyes. Blah, she wasn’t born that way so why lie about it? Besides it’s not like she really

expected to get any responses. And she certainly wasn’t going to be sending her picture

out into cyberspace. There were too many horror stories on the news about that kind of

stuff.

Near the bottom of the survey her eyes bulged as she read some fetish choices. She

tilted her head at some of the things listed. Was it really possible to do that with another

human being? And, damn, that just wasn’t hygienic! She wasted no time clicking no to

all the questions. Those things might be just fine for other people, but not for her.

The last section was a box asking her to tell what she was looking for. This was a

little trickier; she didn’t want to sound like a fool or a wannabe. Biting her bottom lip, she

let out a deep breath and decided to keep it simple.

Single female interested in speaking to a man. One who would like to have long,

intense, deep conversations concerning D/s. I am new to this and would really like to talk

with someone experienced. I am not looking to meet anyone, just for someone to talk with

during the long hours of the night.

Okay, not the most inspired of ads, but she really didn’t know what else to say.

Somehow she didn’t think I found my sister’s BDSM book under the bed and it really

turned me on was going to fly.

She looked at the clock; it barely registered nine-thirty. She got up and checked on

Katie. Her baby was getting so big now, her light brown hair growing thicker by the day.

She was snuggled down with her pink bunny, a smile ghosting across her sleeping face.

Cass kissed her daughter’s forehead and left the sleeping child. She would be out

until morning.

Pouring herself a glass of tea and grabbing some cookies, she went back to the

computer, looking over everything the website had to offer. Chat Rooms! Sounded

promising. She decided to enter one titled Newbie’s and lurk a bit.

Immediately she was instant messaged. So, slave: name, age and location. Cass

looked at the words and answer icon. Was this person kidding? She hit the ignore button.

A minute later, as she was trying to follow the rather confusing conversation in the room,

another message popped up. This one asked the same as the first, only he wanted to know

if she was playing with herself. Oh, yuck. Was he serious? Did women really fall for this

kind of crap? Stop it, Cass, you’re here to learn something about yourself.

She was starting to regret ever venturing into the chat, but decided to hang out just a

little longer, to see if the conversation would start to make sense. In less than ten minutes

she had five more instant messages, each opening line more obnoxious than the last. Then

in the middle of the conversation in the room, her name popped up. The last messenger

she’d ignored was talking about her, telling the room that she was a bitch and refused to

answer her messages.

Okay, time to leave . Chat was definitely not the way to go about this. She left the

room. She would have a better time reading her new erotic novel. Before she could sign

off, though, another message popped up. She almost ignored this one as well, until she

read the first line. You have to ignore those assholes, Wild. Their egos can’t take it if

someone fails to fall all over them.

Cass laughed and typed, Good to know. I thought it was me.

Not at all. You’re new here, aren’t you?

Yes, I am. Is it that obvious?

Darken. Interesting screen name. Sounded kind of like something from Star Wars, or

Star Trek. Well, it wasn’t any worse than the others she’d seen. At least his didn’t contain

a sexual reference.

LOL… Yes, I can tell. You weren’t participating in the room.

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