Seduced by Fire by Tara Sue Me Page B

around?”
    She threw a pillow at him. “I’m not cooking naked.”
    Before she could blink, she was on her back with him looming over her. “Careful now, you’re still in my bed. And you’re quite naked.”
    Her butt still ached slightly from his spanking the night before and there was a delightful soreness between her legs. She knew she’d think about him just about every time she moved. And she wondered when they could do it again.
    He nibbled her ear. “Is someone thinking naughty thoughts?”
    “Yes, she is. You’re turning her into a wanton woman.”
    “Just the way I like my woman to be.”
    His woman. Is that what she was? She rather liked the sound of it. She had so many questions about submission, especially submission as it applied to him. But before she could decide which one to ask first, her stomach rumbled.
    “Guess I better feed you before we go much farther on that wanton trail.” He gave her a quick kiss and then rolled out of bed. He strolled about the room, unconcerned with his nakedness. She scooted back up in bed so she could admire him better. His body would make a sculptor weep; his ass alone was enough to make her want to suggest they skip breakfast.
    He slipped on a pair of sweatpants and brought her a long-sleeved tee. “I’m afraid the pants are too big.” He pointed to a door off to the side. “Bathroom’s in there. I’ll go start breakfast.”
    Fifteen minutes later, she stepped into the kitchen, which already smelled of bacon. She wore his shirt, though she’d had to push up the sleeves and the hemline hung almost to her knees. She stepped beside Daniel and took over making scrambled eggs while he cooked the bacon.
    He smiled. “Thanks.”
    They worked in a comfortable silence. While freshening up in his bathroom, she’d feared breakfast would be strange. She’d wondered if it would be odd to sit at a table across from a man who’d turned her over his knee the night before. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t.
    He watched her closely as she sat down, but then lifted the juice pitcher and poured her a glass. He was on his second helping of bacon before he asked, “How are you feeling this morning?”
    “Great. Never better,” she said, knowing it was damn near the truth.
    “If you need anything, you’ll let me know?”
    She nodded and buttered another piece of toast.
    “Julie.”
    His eyes were serious when she looked up.
    “One of the most important things you need to know is a submissive must always be completely honest with her Dom.”
    “Is that what we are?” She wasn’t sure she wanted a label yet. It had only been one night. Surely it took more than a night to make one a submissive.
    He seemed to be examining her before he spoke. “There is no formal agreement between us, but I did serve as your Dom last night.”
    His words made her insides quiver.
Her Dom.
Just thinking it made her shiver.
    “Do you still have the paperwork from the meeting?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    “If you want to explore submission more, I meant what I said, but I’ll need you to fill out the checklist. I’ll give you a copy of mine.”
    She put her toast down, suddenly not hungry. “Makes it sound more like a business transaction than a relationship.”
    He reached across the table and took her hand. “I like you, Julie, and I want to get to know you better. We can leave it at that for now. But”—he stroked her hand with his thumb—“if you’re interested in exploring what you’ve always wondered about, we need to do it right.”
    She felt safe with him, felt secure in his hands. She’d enjoyed the previous night, and she had always wondered about BDSM. He was offering her a way to explore the part of herself she’d buried for so long.
    “Do you have a blank checklist here?”
    His gaze nearly burned her with its intensity. “I’ll print one off.”
    Thirty minutes later she sat in his kitchen looking over a checklist, thinking to herself she had no business even