Seduced by Fire

TEN




Daniel stood dumbfounded at the sight of Julie on her knees at his feet. It was more than he’d thought possible, but first . . .

“Stand up, Julie.” His voice sounded rougher than he intended.

Slowly, she came to her feet and when she met his gaze, he saw uncertainty. It pained something inside to see her look at him that way. He wanted to erase her unease and get to the bottom of why she’d said and done what she had.

“Come sit down and talk,” he said, taking her hand and leading her inside to a couch. Once they were seated, he kept her hand in his. Clasped his other around it. “Tell me what happened.”

“I can’t do it anymore.” Her eyes pleaded with him. “I can’t be something other than what I am. You opened a door inside me and it won’t close. I need it and I want you to be the one to give it to me.”

He squeezed her hand, struggling to control the emotions she stirred within him. “You’re sure? You’ve thought about this?”

She nodded. “Dena’s helped a lot. I watched a scene with her and Master Parks, and it showed me so much.” She shivered. “I can’t imagine not experiencing submitting to you again. I need it. I need you.”

He was only slightly shocked Dena talked her into watching. What shocked him more was her use of Jeff’s title. After Sasha’s accident, Julie had referred to the other Dominants by their first names. He trailed a finger down her cheek, rested his hand on her shoulder so his fingers gently encircled her throat. “You want to be my submissive? To be mine to control while in my bed and in my playroom?”

Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “And occasionally in your car.”

She wanted to be his! His laugh came easily. “Oh, yes. And occasionally in my car.”

They shared a smile of anticipation at the things to come. A joint understanding that though they had different needs, those needs were only satisfied in the other.

He thought of the times they’d spent together and how empty everything seemed without her. She needed to understand his expectations.

“I don’t do short-term, Julie. If I take you again, I won’t easily let you go.”

“I’m not running anymore.” Her voice was low, seductive, and whispered a promise of shared pleasure.

Their lips brushed lightly. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes before slipping his arms around her and capturing her lips in a kiss that left them both panting and anxious for more.

He couldn’t wait to give it to her.

? ? ?

The soft chime of the shop door opening sounded ten minutes before closing. Julie frowned. She’d hoped no one would show up. Sasha had left earlier than normal, claiming she had a headache and needed to lie down. In the last few weeks since Julie had gotten back together with Daniel, Sasha had been distant. Julie was worried about her.

But now she had a customer. She took a deep breath, walked into the main room, and stopped short.

Daniel stood at the door, facing away from her. He flipped the sign in the window to CLOSED and locked the door.

“Am I closing early?” she asked.

His eyes were dark and sultry when he turned to face her. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

She moved toward him and kissed him softly, her hands locking around his neck. “Is that a promise?”

“Should I make it a threat?”

“You can make it anything you want.”

He growled. “I’ll take you up on that.”

Her heart raced just at the thought of it.

“As soon as I buy some flowers.”

Her hands dropped from his shoulders. “You came here to buy flowers?”

“It is a floral shop.” He nibbled her earlobe. “And I told you I’d make it worth your while.”

“What flowers are you looking for? Anything specific?”

“Very specific. Close the blinds.”

He’d been nuzzling her neck. She almost didn’t hear him. “What?”

“Close the blinds. I don’t think you want an audience for what I have planned. But if you’d like to put on a show?” He shrugged. “You can leave them open.”

Her head spun. Here? In her shop? “Are we going to . . . ?”

He placed a finger over her lips. “Do you trust me, kitten? Nod if you do.”

She looked into his eyes, so confident and sure, filled with both desire and need. The warmth from his finger heated her entire body and traveled to that secret part of her she’d kept buried for so long. She nodded.

“Thank you.” He moved his finger. “Now, do we entertain your neighbors?”

“No, sir.”

He tilted his head and she quickly closed the blinds. She couldn’t believe she was going to have sex in her shop. It sounded so wanton, so wicked, so wild. She loved it.

Since the shop only had a few windows, it didn’t take her long to ensure they were adequately covered. When she turned around to Daniel, she noted he’d taken off both his winter coat and his suit coat. He watched her walk toward him, rolling up his shirtsleeves as she came closer.

“Very nice, kitten,” he said when she stood before him. “Tell me what you say if you need me to stop.”

“Red, sir.”

He palmed her cheek. “Good girl. And if I need to slow down?”

“Yellow, sir.”

He drew her close and whispered against her lips, “It makes me so hard when you call me ‘sir.’”

Being with him like she was, in her shop, knowing there were people walking by outside, made her feel more playful than normal. She slipped her hand between their bodies and cupped his erection. “Is that right, sir?”


He captured her wrist, immobilizing it. “Someone’s being naughty tonight. Does my kitten need a spanking?”

Would he spank her in her shop? So people walking by could hear? She found herself surprised by how much the idea turned her on and decided to push him.

“Maybe, sir.”

“Maybe?” He took her wrist and pushed it behind her back. “Where I come from, ‘maybe’ is what people say when they want to say ‘yes,’ but something’s keeping them from saying so. I think you deserve a spanking for the wandering hand and the wishy-washy response to my question.”

Damn, she wanted him inside her right the f*ck NOW.

Daniel, however, appeared to be in no hurry whatsoever. “I’m going to go in the back to look for the flowers I need. I want you to undress and wait for me right here. Completely naked, kitten. While you wait, I want you to think about how your naughty little ass is going to feel as I spank it.”

He kissed her cheek and left, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Of course, since he’d talked about it, the only thing running through her mind was the fact that he was getting ready to spank her. In her shop. She fumbled with her clothes, excitement making her fingers more clumsy than normal. A soft giggle slipped from her. If someone had told her six months ago she’d be undressing in the shop, she’d have laughed at them. Finally naked, she dropped her khakis and polo in a messy pile, shoving her bra and panties in the middle.

She stood and waited. No noise came from the back room. Daniel must have found what he was looking for. He was probably planning exactly how he was going to spank her. Would he put her over his knee again, or perhaps over a table?

The sound of laughter from somewhere outside drifted in, reminding her of how close they were to people passing by. She felt even more naked, more excited. Then she thought of Daniel placing her on her belly over his knee, holding her in place with one hand, spanking her with the other, and she grew even more excited. She shifted her weight in a desperate attempt to alleviate the ache between her legs.

“Not yet, kitten.”

She stilled. She hadn’t heard him enter the room.

He moved across the floor and stood in front of her. A quick glance and she saw he was still dressed. In one hand he carried both a red rose and a white one.

“Hold this.” He handed her the white rose, which was really little more than a bud. The red one, however, was almost in full bloom.

“You once asked me about collaring a submissive. There is a ceremony done sometimes involving roses. I thought this would be the perfect place to tell you about it.”

He held up the red rose, passed the petals over her breasts. “The Dominant is represented by the red rose. It’s almost fully open to show his experience and to symbolize he possesses the maturity to have a submissive. Not in complete bloom, though, for he can always grow.” He turned the rose so the thorns scratched her skin and she couldn’t stop her moan as one particularly sharp one hit her nipple. “The rose is red to show the Dominant’s willingness to shed his own blood in order to protect his submissive. That he would lay his life down for her, should the need arise.”

He placed the rose down and took the white one from her. “What does a white rose symbolize, Julie?”

“Purity, sir.”

The petals trailed down her cheek. “Yes. In this case, the purity of a submissive’s submission. Unsullied.” He passed the rose under her chin and she met his eyes. “Unashamed. Without fault. And white as a symbol of a submissive’s pure desire for her Dom. You’ll notice it’s a bud, for a submissive is always growing, always becoming better. Always learning how to better serve her Master.”

She thought it a beautiful representation of this world she was becoming engrossed in. Loved how two opposites came together and formed a more perfect whole.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

She spoke with an ease that hadn’t seemed possible mere weeks before. Each day it became easier and easier to share her thoughts. “About how unexpectedly beautiful it is.”

His smile spoke his approval. “And for me, the expected beauty. For that is what you are. That is what you give me.” He pulled her close and kissed her softly.

She could have stayed in his arms, kissing him, all night. Daniel, however, seemed to have different plans. Ever so slowly, he trailed a hand down her back so his fingers danced along the top of her backside.

“We’ll talk about this more a little later,” he said. “Right now I want to spend some time working on this naughty ass.”

Her heart pounded. It was only the second time he spanked her. He’d told her he went easy on her the first time. She was both excited and nervous to see what he had planned for the second.

There wasn’t a couch in the store, not even a chair she thought suitable for what he probably had in mind.

“I want you leaning over your worktable. Arms stretched out.”

She froze for just a second. Her worktable? Then she grinned, knowing she’d never look at it the same way again. As she walked toward the table, she swayed her hips, knowing he was watching. A low growl confirmed her suspicion and seconds after she situated herself, she felt him behind her. His hands were on her backside, cupping, rubbing, and pinching.

“I love the feel of your ass in my hands,” he said. “Almost as much as I love the feel of your sweet p-ssy.” He gave her a sharp smack. “Spread your legs more so I can see it.”

She obeyed and moaned when he slipped a finger inside her.

“Nice, wet, and ready for me,” he said, adding a second finger. “Brace yourself.”

She barely had time to process his words before his fingers started a slow pump in and out of her while his other hand began a steady rhythm of swats to her backside. The sensations made her gasp in excited pleasure. Ever so slowly he increased his speed and as his fingers moved faster and deeper inside her, the swats to her flesh became harder.

“Oh, god, f*ck,” she said, scratching her fingernails against the table, while at the same time pushing back toward him.

Two sharp slaps struck her ass. “Naughty, wicked girl.”

She squeezed her eyes tight against the ever-growing sensation he was causing inside her. If she tried hard enough, she could make it last just a little bit longer. Smack. Just a little bit . . .

His fingers left her and she whined. He slapped her backside once more.

“I’m going to spank your p-ssy until you come and then I’m going to f*ck you until I come.”

She gasped when she felt his hand again and came on the fourth swat to her oversensitized flesh. He stepped away just for a second. There was a rustle of clothes and then he was back, pressed hot and hard against her.

“This is for me, but you can come again if you’re able,” he said. “Hold on.”

His hands held her waist as he entered her with a forceful thrust that slammed her into the table. Immediately, he pulled out and spanked her so hard she yelped.

“I told you to hold on,” he said. “If I have to tell you again, you won’t like what happens.”

She wasn’t going to find out what that would entail. She pressed forward as far as she could, grabbing hold of the end of the table.

“That’s better.”

When he thrust into her the second time, she was better prepared. True to his word, he pounded into her hard and deep. Each stroke of his cock stretched and pushed her toward another orgasm.


“Sir!” she shouted as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

“Like that?” His voice was breathless, but he drove into her over and over, each time hitting that very spot she needed.

“Yes!” she managed to get out right before she came with such intensity her vision went black for a few seconds.

Daniel followed soon after, holding still deep inside her, his fingers digging into her waist. He stayed pressed against her for several minutes, breathing heavy.

“Are you okay?” he asked, moving away and stroking her back.

She took a deep breath. “That was . . . intense.”

She heard a rustle of clothes and then he spoke. “Stay here and don’t move or get up. I’ll be right back.”

Even if she wanted to disobey, she couldn’t. She didn’t believe she could talk any of her body parts into moving. It was as if she’d turned into stone and didn’t have the strength to do anything but wait for Daniel to return.

She sighed. Her backside stung pleasantly and there was a familiar ache between her legs. One that reminded her just how good it felt to be with him.

“Happy sigh?” he asked, coming behind her and rubbing an unscented cream over her sore bottom.

“Yes.”

He worked his way slowly up her body, massaging and kissing every part of her. His hands were warm and it felt as if she sank into the table.

“I was so stupid to let you go,” she whispered.

He kissed her shoulder and turned her around to face him. “But how absolutely brilliant of you to come back,” he said with a teasing smile. “Can you stand?”

“If you hold me.”

“Always.”

He helped her up from the table and gently pulled her close. She settled herself into his arms, tucking her head under his chin. How had she ever thought she could live without this?

“I love you, Daniel,” she whispered against his chest.

“Julie.” He lifted her head so their eyes met. “I love you so much.”

His lips brushed hers. Her arms slipped around his neck. All was as it should be.

? ? ?

Later that night, they sat at Julie’s kitchen table eating Chinese takeout. Speaking her mind had gotten easier, but there was something she wanted to discuss and she didn’t know how to bring it up.

“Something bothering you?” Daniel asked, as if reading her mind.

“How do you do that?”

“Part of being a Dominant is being observant and I know you well enough to know when something’s on your mind. Will you share what’s troubling you?”

She looked down at her plate and piled up her remaining rice. They had only been back together a few weeks, so she wondered if maybe she should wait.

No, she told herself, she needed to know now.

She glanced up at Daniel, who waited with infinite patience. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said.

There was no way around it. She put her fork down and cleared her throat. “In the past when you . . . with your previous . . . did you . . . ah, hell.”

He pushed back from the table, stood up, and held out his hand. “Let’s go sit down and see if we can get to the bottom of what has you tongue-tied.”

They made it into her living room, where he sat on the couch and pulled her into his lap. She took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of him and delighting in the feel of his arms around her.

“Let’s try again,” he said. “What was bothering you at dinner?”

She ran a finger down his arm, lightly brushing the hair on his forearm. “With your collared submissives, I know you said bedroom and playroom only, but are there, were there, rules? Things you expected?” She turned so she could look at him. He’d been right—it was easier to talk sitting on the couch, touching him. “I guess I’m looking for what the setup was like. The basics.”

A look of momentary shock covered his face, but it was soon replaced with an easy grin. “Thank you for being honest. The truth is, the setup is what the people involved say it is. It won’t be the same from couple to couple.”

“But don’t you have certain, I don’t know, expectations?”

“Everything’s negotiable.”

“Okay, so what would be on the list you first brought to the table?” she asked. “If I were to wear your collar.”

“What would be on my most wanted list?” At her nod, he continued. “For starters you would wear my collar every day. In fact, it would be locked around your neck and only I would have the key.”

She nodded. That didn’t sound so bad. In fact, she liked the sound of it.

“You would call me ‘Master’ any time we were playing or with the group.”

“But all the submissives call you ‘Master.’”

“No, they call me ‘sir’ or ‘Master Covington.’ ‘Master’ is reserved for my collared submissive’s use alone.”

“Oh.” She liked the sound of that.

“You would shave your p-ssy and keep it bare for me at all times.”

Ouch.

“All your orgasms would belong to me and you would only be allowed to have one following my permission.”

“Forever?” she asked. “That seems a bit extreme.”

“Have you felt sexually deprived in any way, shape, or form since you’ve been with me?”

Hell, no, she hadn’t. In fact, she felt just the opposite—fulfilled, content, sated. She shook her head.

“Maybe I’m being a bit prideful,” he said. “But I’d like to think I’m a generous Dom when it comes to permission.”

She kissed his cheek. “You were very generous tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything else?” she asked.

“I’d claim your ass.”

“You don’t mean by spanking, do you?”

“No, I’d claim it with my cock. I enjoy anal sex a lot and I believe I’d like f*cking your ass very much.”

Throughout their talk, she’d felt comfortable and warm. But the thought of anal sex scared her and she felt a light sweat break out over her skin.

“I’ve never . . . ,” she started.

“I know you haven’t,” he said, tightening his arms around her. “And I know you’re scared, but I would also expect you to know that we’d take it slow and easy. That I would make everything about the experience as pleasurable as possible and that I would only f*ck you there when I knew you were ready.”

“Well, when you put it that way.”

He smiled at her.

“Your cock is huge, though. I may never be ready.”

He laughed. “Flattery won’t get you out of it. I’ll fit.”

“Says the one not getting it in the ass.”

“Says the one who will treat you like the world’s most precious and desired treasure.” He shifted her so she reclined with her head on the armrest and her body resting along the length of the couch while he held himself above her. “Says the one who honors and respects your submission too much to ever give you cause to fear me. Says the one who will push you to your limits, but never past them. And says the one who would rather cut off his own arm than cause you pain you don’t want.”

“As opposed to pain I do want?” she asked. He was hard between her legs; she doubted the conversation would last much longer.

“Did the spanking tonight in your shop hurt?”

“Yes.”


“Would you want to do it again?”

Understanding flooded her mind. “Yes.”

“Then there’s a pain you do want.” He started undoing the buttons of her shirt. “We can talk more about this later. Collaring is serious and should be discussed seriously and carefully. We have all the time in the world and I want to be sure you know exactly what you’re getting into. Okay?”

She took a minute to think over her answer. So far he hadn’t mentioned anything he’d expect that she didn’t think she could do. She decided she’d trust him about the anal sex. There was no doubt in her mind he’d be as gentle as possible, while bringing her all the pleasure he could.

“Okay, sir.”

He took both her hands in one of his, pulling her arms above her head, murmuring the entire time about how proud he was and how much she’d grown. She knew at that moment with certainty that it wasn’t a matter of if she’d wear his collar, but when.