Seduced by Fire

EPILOGUE




Dena walked to her car, Jeff at her side, having just left Daniel and Julie’s collaring ceremony.

“They’re good together,” she said. “I think they’ll be really happy.”

Jeff didn’t say anything. Ever since they’d played together months ago, he’d been even more withdrawn, more silent, more absent than before. Anger she could handle. It was the apathy that left her bewildered.

“I wish Cole could have been here. He’ll hate he missed it,” she tried again.

Still nothing.

“You going to say something or just pretend like I don’t exist?”

They’d made it to her car. Jeff’s scowl would have frozen most people in their tracks.

She put her hands on her hips. “You forget that look stopped working on me years ago.”

“Dena, stop.”

“Ah, he speaks.”

“Sarcasm never was one of your more attractive traits.”

She flinched. She’d forgotten how deeply his words could cut. “What happened to the man who held me so tenderly and kissed me with such passion?”

He shook his head. “Let’s not rehash this. We’re not good. Good in the playroom? Yes. But outside, we just hurt each other.” Grief etched his expression. “And I love you too much to hurt you anymore.”





Tara Sue Me wrote her first novel at the age of twelve. It would be twenty years before she picked up her pen to write the second.

After completing several traditional romances, she decided to try her hand at something spicier and started work on The Submissive. What began as a writing exercise quickly took on a life of its own, and sequels The Dominant and The Training soon followed. Originally published online, the trilogy was a huge hit with readers around the world. Each of the books has now been read and reread more than a million times.

Tara kept her identity and her writing life secret, not even telling her husband what she was working on. To this day, only a handful of people know the truth (though she has told her husband). They live together in the southeastern United States with their two children.





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ONE



“Ms. King,” the receptionist said. “Mr. West will see you now.”

I stood, wondered for the twenty-fifth time what I was doing, and went to open the door leading to the office I’d traveled across town to enter. On the other side was my darkest fantasy, and by stepping inside, I’d be making it a reality.

I was proud of the fact my hands didn’t shake as the door opened and I walked into his office.


Step one: done.

Nathaniel West sat at a large mahogany desk, typing on a computer. He didn’t look up or slow his strokes. I might as well not even have entered, but I dropped my eyes just in case.

I stood still while I waited. Face looking at the floor, hands at my sides, feet spread to the exact width of my shoulders.

Outside, the sun had set, but the lamp on Nathaniel’s desk gave a muted light.

Had it been ten minutes? Twenty?

He was still typing.

I counted my breaths. My heart finally slowed from the rocket speed it’d been racing at before I entered the office.

Another ten minutes passed.

Or maybe thirty.

He stopped typing.

“Abigail King,” he said.

I started slightly, but kept my head down.

Step two: done.

I heard him pick up a stack of papers and tap them into a pile. Ridiculous. From what I knew of Nathaniel West, they would have already been in a neat pile. It was another test.

He pushed his chair back, wheels rolling over the hardwood floor the only sound in the quiet room. He walked with measured, even steps until I felt him behind me.

A hand lifted my hair away from my neck, and warm breath tickled my ear. “You have no references.”

No, I didn’t. Just a crazy fantasy. Should I tell him? No. I should remain silent. My heart beat faster.

“I would have you know,” he continued, “that I’m not interested in training a submissive. My submissives have always been fully trained.”

Crazy. I was crazy to be here. But it was what I wanted. To be under a man’s control.

No. Not any man. This man’s control.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Abigail?” He wrapped my hair around his fist and gave a gentle tug. “You need to be sure.”

My throat was dry, and I was fairly certain he heard my heart beating, but I stood where I was.

He chuckled and returned to his desk.

“Look at me, Abigail.”

I’d seen his picture before. Everyone knew Nathaniel West, owner and CEO of West Industries.

The pictures didn’t do the man justice. His skin was lightly tanned and set off the deep green of his eyes. His thick dark hair begged you to run your fingers through it. To grab on it and pull his lips to your own.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on his desk. Long, strong fingers. I felt my knees go weak just thinking about what those fingers could do.

Across from me, Nathaniel gave the faintest of smiles, and I made myself remember where I was. And why.

He spoke again. “I’m not interested in why you decided to submit your application. If I select you and you are agreeable to my terms, your past won’t matter.” He picked up the papers I recognized as my application and riffled through them. “I know what I need to.”

I recalled filling out the application—the checklists, the blood tests he’d required, the confirmation of the birth control I was on. Likewise, before today’s meeting, I’d been sent his information for review. I knew his blood type, his test results, his hard limits, and the things he enjoyed doing with, and to, play partners.

We stood in silence for several long minutes.

“You have no training,” he said. “But you’re very good.”

Silence again as he stood and walked to the large window behind his desk. It was completely dark, and I saw his reflection in the glass. Our eyes met, and I looked down.

“I rather like you, Abigail King. Although I don’t recall telling you to look away.”

I hoped I hadn’t messed up beyond redemption and looked back up.

“Yes, I think a weekend test is in order.” He turned from the window and loosened his tie. “If you agree, you will come to my estate this Friday night at six exactly. I’ll have a car pick you up. We’ll have dinner and take it from there.”

He placed his tie on the couch to his right and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. “I have certain expectations of my submissives. You are to get at least eight hours of sleep every Sunday through Thursday night. You will eat a balanced diet—I will have a meal plan e-mailed to you. You will also run one mile, three times a week. Twice a week you will engage in strength and endurance training at my gym. A membership will be created for you starting tomorrow. Do you have any concerns about any of this?”

Another test. I didn’t say anything.

He smiled. “You may speak freely.”

Finally. I licked my lips. “I’m not the most . . . athletic, Mr. West. I’m not much of a runner.”

“You must learn not to let your weakness rule you, Abigail.” He walked to his desk and wrote something down. “Three times a week you will also attend yoga classes. They have these at the gym. Anything else?”

I shook my head.

“Very well. I will see you Friday night.” He held out some papers to me. “These will have everything you need to know.”

I took the papers. And waited.

He smiled again. “You are excused.”