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Here’s a sneak peek at the next book
in the Submissive Series,
The
Collar
Coming in trade paperback from
New American Library in July 2015.
Prologue
—ABBY—
New York City
I stood in front of the large picture windows in our New York City penthouse bedroom, and gazed outside. It was almost eleven at night and I’d turned off the lights to allow those outside to illuminate the room. From behind the glass, everything appeared so peaceful and calm.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway and I turned to watch Nathaniel enter the room. He’d been on the phone when I left the living room earlier. Probably that Charlene woman again.
I was trying to trust my husband with his choice of employee, but it was hard when that employee clearly wanted a different sort of relationship. My fingers drifted to my neck and I traced the platinum collar I wore. I smirked. Charlene could never even begin to imagine the type of relationship Nathaniel needed.
Nathaniel cleared his throat and inclined his head slightly toward the center of the room.
Shit. I scurried to the middle of the floor and knelt.
“You left the room,” he said. His voice held no judgment and he wasn’t angry, but there may have been a trace of disappointment.
“I wanted to give you privacy, Master.”
“And the call concerned you, so I would have preferred for you to remain. Next time, you will wait for my dismissal before leaving.”
The call concerned me? That meant it probably wasn’t Charlene. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Nothing to apologize for. I didn’t give you any instruction regarding your behavior while I was on the phone.”
I waited for him to tell me how the call concerned me. He surprised me by walking to me and holding out his hand. Curious, I let him help me to my feet and we went to sit on the bench at the foot of the bed.
“It was Jeff on the phone,” he said.
“Jeff Parks?” I asked. From Delaware? Why would he be calling?
“When we were in Delaware, you had a talk with Daniel’s submissive, Julie.”
“Yes.” We’d actually talked twice: the night I met her at the cocktail party and days later when I interviewed her for my blog and National News Web site. I’d revisited the interview notes a few days ago. I couldn’t imagine anything we chatted about being interesting enough for her Dom to ask Jeff to call mine.
“Julie told Daniel that she wished their BDSM group had long-term couples like us.”
“Ah.” Yes, I remembered that. I stroked his cheek, the skin scruffy under my fingertips. “She told me we gave her hope that she and Daniel could make it.”
His eyes grew dark with longing and he leaned in close. “I would like nothing more than for us to be an example of a committed, long-term Dominant and submissive couple. Beating the odds. Staying together.”
I tried to bring his head down so I could kiss him, but he didn’t budge.
“Wait,” he whispered.
I swallowed my sigh, trying not to show how impatient I was for him, but he saw right through me anyway.
“In a minute,” he said. “Jeff wanted to invite us to their next group meeting and play party. He thought we could lead a discussion and do a demo scene.”
We had just started meeting again with our own group, but that didn’t preclude us from meeting with another.
He ran his fingers through my hair and his lips brushed against my cheek, sparking my arousal. “Is that something you’re interested in?”
“Yes,” I said, not even needing to think about it. “I really liked Julie and Daniel and Jeff. And you know I like doing demos.”
He starting working on my shirt buttons, undoing them one at a time until my shirt hung off my shoulders. “I’ll call him back and tell him we’ll be there.” He pushed the material of my bra aside, exposing a nipple, and I groaned as he gave it a slight pinch. “Later, though. Much, much later.”
Chapter One
Present
Jeff Parks knew it was taking all of Dena’s willpower not to look his way. And since he had once had that willpower bend to his command, he was well aware of the strength involved. On any other given night, he’d be using his own willpower not to stare, but in light of his recent decision—
“Have you been listening to anything I’ve said in the last five minutes?” his friend and fellow Dom, Daniel, asked.
Jeff looked back to the man at his side. It was late on a Thursday night and their local BDSM group meeting had just ended. No one was in a hurry to leave though; everyone wanted to stay around and talk with Nathaniel and Abby. At the moment, Nathaniel stood beside Daniel, grinning. The guest Dominant had led a discussion about keeping D/s relationships from getting stale. Considering the two scenes Jeff had participated in a few months ago with the married couple, staleness wasn’t an issue between Nathaniel and Abby.
“Sorry. What?” Jeff asked Daniel.
“Nothing important; just going over plans for the play party tomorrow night.”
