Grace raised her eyebrows as if the thought hadn't occurred to her. It seemed she had no idea how incredible she was. How sexy.

"It's up to you," Ian said to her. Ever since he'd been with Grace, he felt less of need to work as a professional Dom. Not when he had Grace to play with. No other woman could submit to him in the bedroom with that same trusting, loving look in her eye. It made being with the actresses on the set seem like he was going through the motions.

"Maybe if I could wear one of those little half-masks, the kind with sequins? Something to hide my face but make me look interesting," Grace mused.

"Maybe Ricardo could find another Dom and you and I could just shoot our own scenes for the site," Ian suggested, speaking the idea before the full implication of his words hit him.

"What?" Ricardo's face went from amused to pissed-off in a fraction of a second. "Find another Dom? And what are you gonna do for a job?"

Ian shrugged. "If Grace wants to, we can still shoot scenes for you together. But I'm feeling ready to move on to something else."

Hell, maybe he could even go back to law, as long as he had Grace to come home to at night. With her, it seemed like he really could have it all.

Grace looked up at him surprise. "I'd be happy to do videos with you for the website, and I hate to admit that I love the idea of you not shooting with other girls anymore...but I don't want to be the one who pulls you out of your lifestyle."

Ian smiled. He had no intention of leaving the lifestyle. He was never truly in it. His kinks, his desires, Grace could fulfill them all. With her, he could have the one thing he never thought possible: a typical life with a kinky nightlife. He didn't need to be Master all day long. If Grace were his wife, they'd be equals, partners.

Until bedtime. They'd make up their own sort of BDSM lifestyle as went. Those "one true way-ers" on the forums annoyed the hell out of him anyway. He didn't care about making random strangers feel justified. As long as Grace was happy, as long as she'd be his- Wait a minute, wife?

Since when did he look at a woman and think about her likelihood as a good wife? Since Grace. Since now.

"What do you say, Grace? We could make a great team. Lawyer and nurse by day, Master and slave by night."

"We already do make a great team," she looked back over at the spanking bench with a sexy smile. "And we both like late-night pancakes, which pretty much means we're soulmates. I think I learned that in nursing school."

"Is that a yes?" he asked, needing to know they were on the same page. "Official girlfriend, official but occasional sex-slave?"

"Wow, you really are a lawyer, aren't you," she teased. "Yes, officially, yes."

Ian picked her up and kissed her hard. "Consider this my notice, Ricardo. We'll be back to shoot some more scenes tomorrow night. And in the meantime, you might want to start auditioning Doms."

"So I'm a porn star now," Grace said breathlessly. "Does this mean I'm not a nice, respectable girl anymore?"

"You did exactly what you wanted to do, and I absolutely respect you for it," he replied. Unshed tears glittered in her eyes. "Wait, why are you crying? I was being serious."

"I know you were."

And she kissed him back.

The End

About Shoshanna Evers

Critically-acclaimed author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories including Amazon Erotica Bestsellers Overheated, and Enslaved, Book 1 in the Enslaved Trilogy, as well as the post-apocalyptic dystopian Pulse Trilogy from Simon & Schuster Pocket Star. Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief from Ellora's Cave Publishing.

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Acknowledgements.

Thank you to my readers. You are the reason I write, I love you all. Special shoutout to the Shoshanna Street Team, thank you for your spreading the word about my smut! ;) Thank you to my cover designer Rob Sturtz at SelfPubBookCovers.com for creating a one-of-a-kind cover, to erotic romance author Cara Bristol and my agent Courtney Miller-Callihan of Sanford J. Greenburger Associates for beta-reading this book, and to my assistant Annette Stone of Authors Assistance Agency, you are a huge help!

Thank you to Skye Warren for inviting me to be a part of this awesome box set.

And, last on the list but first in my heart, to my husband: I love you. You are my own personal Happily Ever After.

CAPTIVE IN THE DARK.

CJ ROBERTS.

Caleb is a man with a singular interest in revenge. Kidnapped as a young boy and sold into slavery by a power-hungry mobster, he has thought of nothing but vengeance. For twelve years he has immersed himself in the world of pleasure slaves searching for the one man he holds ultimately responsible. Finally, the architect of his suffering has emerged with a new identity, but not a new nature. If Caleb is to get close enough to strike, he must become the very thing he abhors and kidnap a beautiful girl to train her to be all that he once was.

Eighteen-year-old Olivia Ruiz has just woken up in a strange place. Blindfolded and bound, there is only a calm male voice to welcome her. His name is Caleb, though he demands to be called Master. Olivia is young, beautiful, nave and willful to a fault. She has a dark sensuality that cannot be hidden or denied, though she tries to accomplish both. Although she is frightened by the strong, sadistic, and arrogant man who holds her prisoner, what keeps Olivia awake in the dark is her unwelcome attraction to him.

"CJ Roberts has written an outstanding novel with a twisted and yet beautiful love story, multi-layered, complex characters that will test the boundaries of your heart and mind, a plot that will captivate and disturb you but at the same time leave you unable to turn away, and a raw, gritty, brutal world of betrayal, revenge, honor, lust, and love. It seduced me and it sickened me. I felt emotionally drained, utterly mindfucked and yet, ultimately, somehow completely at peace. Definitely one of top favorite reads of the year."

-Aesta's Book Blog.

Books and Stories by CJ Roberts.

Captive in the Dark (The Dark Duet, Book 1).

Seduced in the Dark (The Dark Duet, Book 2) Epilogue (The Dark Duet, Book 3).

Stories by Jennifer Roberts High Stakes Nikki (Sexy Shorts).

Manwich (Sexy Shorts)..

Seducing Sunshine (Sexy Shorts) Books with contributions from Jennifer Roberts.

Sin City: Six Scintillating Stories (Anthology) High Stakes Nikki..

Some Like it Bi (Anthology).

Seducing Sunshine.

This book is dedicated to:.

My mom, for loving me no matter what, even when I followed you around the grocery store with a pack of adult diapers until you bought me chips. I love you!

My husband, for believing in me more than I believe in myself. I've never laughed with someone so hard. We may never agree on a thing, but there's no one I would rather spend my life arguing with.

R. Robinson who has read this story in its many incarnations and continued to thirst for more. No doubt you're my number one fan. Thank you for always being so open and honest and for never making apologies.

K. Ekvall and A. Mennie who ushered me through the Dark (ahahahah) so that I might emerge on the other side. Without your words of wisdom, critical observations, keen editing eyes, plethora of emails, and metaphorical kicks to the ass I would never have gotten this done. Thank you for not letting me give up.

S. Davis for reading my work when it was horrible and still believing in my talent.

A. Simpson for her incredible design talent. QAF Forever. Team Justin.

My Girls (you know who you are), meet me on the 13th floor with a bottle of wine; I have stories. I love U!.

Prologue.

Revenge, Caleb reminded himself. That was the purpose of all this. Revenge, twelve years in the planning and only a few months away in its execution.

As a slave trainer, he had trained at least a score of girls. Some were willing, offering themselves as pleasure slaves to escape destitution, sacrificing freedom for security. Others came to him as the coerced daughters of impoverished farmers looking to off load their burden in exchange for a dowry. Some were the fourth or fifth wives of sheikhs and bankers sent by their husbands to learn to satisfy their distinct appetites. But this particular slave, the one he eyed from across the busy street-she was different. She was neither willing, nor coerced, nor sent to him. She was pure conquest.

Caleb had tried to convince Rafiq he could train any one of the other types of girls. That they would best be prepared for such a serious, potentially dangerous task, but Rafiq would not be moved. He too had waited a long time to achieve his revenge, and he refused to leave anything to chance. The girl had to be someone truly special. She had to be a gift so valuable she and her trainer alike would be talked about by everyone.

After years of being the sole apprentice to Muhammad Rafiq, Caleb's reputation had slowly built, establishing him as a man both efficient and single-minded in whatever tasks were entrusted to him. He'd never failed. And now, all those years had been spent preparing for this moment. The time had come to prove his worth to a man he owed everything to as much as himself. There was only one obstacle remaining between him and vengeance. The last true test of his soullessness-willfully stripping someone of their freedom.

He'd trained so many he no longer remembered their names. He could train this one too, for Rafiq.

The plan was a simple one. Caleb would return to America and seek out a candidate for the Flower Sale, what the Arabs called, the Zahra Bay'. The auction would take place in his adopted country of Pakistan in a little over four months. It was sure to be littered with beauties from the typical male-run countries, where acquiring such women was limited only by supply and demand. But a girl from a first world country-that would be considered an accomplishment. Girls from Europe were highly sought after, though American girls were the crown jewels of the pleasure trade. Such a slave would solidify Caleb's standing as a true player in the pleasure trade and gain him access to the most powerful inner circle in the world.

His goal was to find someone similar to what he was used to: someone exquisitely beautiful, poor, likely inexperienced, and predisposed to submit. Once he made his selection, Rafiq would send four men to assist Caleb in smuggling the girl out of the country and into Mexico.

Rafiq had contacted an ally who would provide safe haven in Madera during the first six weeks Caleb would need to help his captive acclimate. Once she was reasonably compliant, they would make the two-day trip to Tuxtepec and board the private plane. Eventually landing in Pakistan, where Rafiq would assist Caleb in the final weeks of training prior to the Zahra Bay'.

Too easy, Caleb thought. Though for a moment, it felt like anything but.

Caleb, from his vantage point diagonally across the street, glanced at the girl he'd been observing for the last thirty minutes. Her hair was pulled away from her face, and a heavy frown played across her mouth as she stared intently at the ground before her feet. She fidgeted sometimes, alluding to a sense of restlessness she was unable to hide. He wondered why she seemed so anxious.

Caleb was both close enough to see and hidden away so the only thing noticeable was a dark vehicle, heavily tinted, but non-descript. He was almost as invisible as the girl tried to be.

Could she sense her life as she knew it hanging precariously in the balance? Could she feel his eyes on her? Did she have a sixth sense for monsters? The thought of it made him smile. Perversely, there was a part of him that hoped the girl did possess a sixth sense for spotting monsters in broad daylight. But he'd been watching her for weeks; she was completely oblivious to his presence. Caleb let out a sigh. He was the monster no one thought to look for in the light of day. It was a common mistake. People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.

But safety-like light-was a facade. Underneath, the whole world was drenched in darkness. Caleb knew that. He also knew the only way to truly be safer was to accept the dark, to walk in it with eyes wide open, to be a part of it. To keep your enemies close. And so that's what Caleb did. He kept his enemies close, very close, so he could no longer discern where they ended and he began. Because there was no safety; monsters lurked everywhere.

He looked down at his watch and back up to the girl. The bus was late. Seemingly frustrated, the girl sat on the dirt with her backpack on her knees. Had this been a regular bus stop, there would be others meandering behind her or sitting by a bench, but it wasn't. So every day Caleb could observe her sitting alone under the same tree near the busy street.

Her family was poor, the next most important factor after being beautiful. It was easier for poor people to disappear, even in America. Especially when the person missing was old enough to have simply ran away. It was the typical excuse given by authorities when they couldn't find someone. They must have run away.

The girl made no move to leave the bus-stop, despite the fact her bus was running forty-five minutes late, and Caleb thought it was interesting for some reason. Did she enjoy school so much? Or did she hate home so much? If she hated home, it would make things easier. Perhaps she'd view her kidnapping as a rescue. He almost laughed-right.

He eyed the girl's shapeless, unflattering attire: loose fitting jeans, gray hoodie, headphones and a backpack. It was her consistent outfit, at least until she got to school. There, she would usually change into something more feminine, flirty even. But at the end of the day, she'd change back. He thought about her hating her home life again. Did she dress that way because her home life was restrictive or unstable? Or to prevent unwanted attention from a dangerous neighborhood to and from school? He didn't know. But he wanted to.

There was something interesting about her that made Caleb want to jump to the conclusion she was the girl he'd been looking for, someone with the ability to blend-in. Someone with the good sense to do as they're told when faced with authority, or do as they must when faced with danger. A survivor.

Across the street the girl fidgeted with her headphones. Her eyes stared dispassionately at the ground. She was pretty, very pretty. He didn't want to do this to her, but what choice did he have? He'd resigned himself to the fact that she was a means to an end. If not her, then someone else, either way his plight would be the same.

He continued to stare at this girl, his potential slave, wondering how she would appeal to the target in mind. It was rumored that among the attendees at the auction this year would be Vladek Rostrovich, one of the wealthiest men in the world, and most assuredly one of the most dangerous. It was to this man the slave would be entrusted for however long it took Caleb to get close and destroy everything the man held dear to him. Then kill him.

Still, Caleb wondered, not for the first time, why he was drawn to her. Perhaps it was her eyes. Even from a distance he could see how dark, how mysterious and sad they were. How old they seemed.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, when he heard the cough and squealing gears of the school bus approaching from down the street. He watched closely as the girl's face relaxed in relief. It seemed to include more than just the arrival of the bus, but of escape, maybe even freedom. At last, the bus arrived, in perfect synchronicity with the sun as it finally rose to its full strength. The girl glanced up with a frown, but she lingered, letting the light touch her face before disappearing inside.

A week later, Caleb sat in his usual spot, waiting for the girl. The bus had come and gone. The girl wasn't on board, so he'd figured he'd wait and see if she showed up.

He was about to leave when he saw her round the corner at a dead run toward the bus-stop. She arrived out of breath, almost frantic. She was an emotional thing. Again he wondered why she was so desperate to make it to school.

Caleb looked out through his car window at the girl. She was pacing now, perhaps with the realization she had missed her bus. It seemed unjust that just last week the girl had waited for nearly an hour for the bus to arrive, but this week the driver had not waited at all. No girl, no stopping. He wondered if she would wait another hour, just to be sure there was no hope. He shook his head. Such actions would only reveal a desperate nature. He both hoped she would and wouldn't wait.

His fractured thoughts gave him pause. He shouldn't have hopes at all. He had orders, his own agendas. Plain. Simple. Clear-cut. Morals had no place when it came to revenge.