Page 12 of Her Fire Master (Master Me #5)

I press one hand between her shoulder blades and start a proper spanking—hard, fast strokes meant to challenge her.

She gasps and twists, stamps her bare feet on the fluffy shag rug.

Seeing my handprints bloom on her flesh gets me rock hard. I keep spanking, steady and unforgiving, until she’s panting and her ass is rosy pink.

Only then do I let myself touch between her legs.

Sopping wet. She’s slick and swollen and begging to be taken.

It may seem backwards, but I can’t take her without asking. Words need to be spoken now—it’s time to untwist my tongue.

“What do you need, pretty girl?” My voice comes out sounding deep and gravelly.

“You.” She answers without hesitation.

“You want my cock, baby?” I give it a hard squeeze through my jeans.

“Yes, Daddy.”

My dick surges at her pet name for me. I scramble to pull out a condom and sheath myself before I rub at her entrance.

She spreads her legs wider in invitation, but I have to stop and take in the picture she makes.

She’s fucking beautiful—my petite, lean-muscled fire warrior in the most submissive posture imaginable.

Her small hands curl at her lower back, wide stance revealing the dew glistening between her legs.

I’m humbled by how willingly she gives herself to me—especially because I know it’s not in character for her. Lia Burke doesn’t roll over for anyone.

I ease into her, but the moment I’m engulfed in her wet heat, I lose all control.

Thought vanishes. It’s just my body and hers—a magnificent joining, the mutual giving and receiving.

A humming of pleasure starts in my ears.

Or am I making the sound with my throat?

I don’t know. All I know is I want to claim Lia in every way possible.

I need more, even, than what we have. I want to be her man. Her daddy. Her everything.

I grasp her elbows to leverage into her harder and faster, my balls tightening for release.

“Fuck. Lia. Fuck! ”

I come, forgetting to make sure she came first, but she’s right with me, her tight channel squeezing my dick, making me lose my everloving mind.

Pleasure explodes and I fall forward, bracing my torso with my arms beside her on the bed. I bite her shoulder and her pussy contracts some more, milking more cum out of me.

“Beautiful girl,” I murmur. “Nobody’s ever made me come this hard.”

“Me neither,” she mumbles into the bedspread.

Remembering her position, I scramble to get off and unbuckle her wrists.

She doesn’t move. I ease out and dispose of the condom.

She still doesn’t move.

“Baby? You asleep already?”

She mumbles something incoherent.

I chuckle and scoop behind her knees to lift her onto the bed.

“I’m so tired,” she murmurs against my neck.

“I know, little dragoness. Me too.” I pull back the covers and settle her in the center of the bed.

She tugs me down with her. “You should stay. It’s too late to go home.”

I hadn’t planned on staying, but she’s right. I’m fuck-tired and now that I’ve come, my eyes will barely stay open. I kick off my jeans and flop down beside her, and I’m asleep in an instant.

Lia

I adore waking to the feel of Blaze beside me in bed.

He’s lying on his back, sleeping hard. There’s something so satisfying about having a huge man in my bed.

Not just any huge man—a freaking stallion of a man.

And the guy who just barges in, ties me up and spanks my ass without saying one single word.

I kinda love him.

His cock twitches when I move in the bed, and I get a streak of naughty in me and reach for it. I put my hand inside his boxer briefs to fist around the base. He automatically pushes into my grip before his eyes even crack.

“That’s dangerous.” There’s gravel in his voice and, like last night, no smile on him.

“Oh yeah?” I purr, sliding my fist up and down his length.

“Mmm.” He pushes up to his elbows and runs a hand across his stubble. “Playin’ with fire.”

“I guess you know that’s a habit for me.” I cup his balls. A drop of pre-cum forms on his slit.

Now I see a twitch of his lips.

“Gonna get yourself fucked hard, little girl.” His growly warning makes my pussy squeeze and lift.

“What if I wanted to ride shotgun?” I ask, swinging a leg across his hips to straddle him.

His eyes grow dark, hands reach for my waist. “Is that what you want, little girl?”

“Is it an option?” My heart’s increased in speed, like I’m testing boundaries here. Does he only do spanky sex? Does he always have to be in charge?

I’m too afraid to ask the real question that’s been nagging me since we started this game—what does this all mean to him?

He drops his hand down over the side of the bed, like he’s feeling for something. “Pretty hard to deny you anything.” His hand returns with a condom.

My chest squeezes. This guy is too good to be true.

I snag it from him and open it, rolling it over his thick member.

I lift my hips up over him and lower myself onto his cock, taking him inch by inch.

He’s so big, it takes me a moment to adjust, but then I start rocking my hips slowly.

His gaze grows heavy-lidded, traveling over my body with hunger.

He grips my hips and starts pulling me over his cock.

“Ah, I see,” I tease. “You let me lead for about fifteen seconds.”

He shakes his head. “Fire,” is the only word he says before he rolls and pins me beneath him.

I giggle as he wrestles my wrists down beside my head.

“Are you getting sassy with me, little girl?”

I buck my hips because he’s not moving and I need more.

He pulls back and shoves in hard, like it’s a punishment. “Hmm?”

“What are you going to do about it?” I dare, loving this game. My nipples are hard points, brushing against his chest, pussy pulses around his cock.

To my chagrin, he pulls out.

“Hey!” I sit up.

He pushes me back down and lifts my ankles in the air. I think he’s going for the plow position for sex, but instead he starts spanking me.

Oh God. It’s so delicious. The position pushes my lady parts out, so he slaps my pussy and my butt at the same time.

I buck, flexing my legs and reaching to cover, even though I love every minute of it.

“Are you gonna be good?” he rumbles.

I shake my head no.

A warm and affectionate smile creases his face. He kisses the inside of my ankle.

He grips the fronts of my thighs and slides me toward him, then shoves into me. Despite my caterwauling, I like it way better when he’s on top.

He pounds into me, making sure I feel every muscle in his mammoth frame, every inch of his punishing cock. The bed slams against the wall over and over again, eliciting yells from the neighboring apartment.

I giggle and surrender, letting the sensations wash over me—pleasure mostly, a little pain.

It’s great to let him lead. In this one small place in my life, I don’t have to be perfect or in control. I don’t have to prove myself. In fact, he likes me naughty.

He reaches down and pinches one nipple, hard.

I arch up with a cry.

He covers my mouth with his hand. He covers my nose for a second and I panic. He immediately releases my nose. “Hold your breath.”

There’s no question in his words. It’s not a suggestion, only deep command, and I obey.

I hold my breath and watch him watching me. His brows are drawn down in concentration as he plows into me without a break.

Urgency blooms within me— the need to breathe twines with the need to come, and I suddenly understand what he’s doing.

The climax explodes out of me, stars dancing before my eyes. I suck in a breath as Blaze releases my mouth. I let out a wail of release as the bed dances against the wall, Blaze balling me with all he’s got.

My wail rises in pitch and then he shouts, too, one hand flying to the wall above me while he fucks me through his release and more.

I float into another universe, knowing nothing but the rhythm of my breath matched with Blaze’s, the mingled sweat of our bodies and the stillness in our sexual aftermath.

Blaze jerks, suddenly, pulling out. “What day is it?” he asks sharply. His eyes are on the clock beside my bed.

“Sunday.”

“Shit.” He climbs out of bed and starts pulling on his clothes. “I have to go. I have to help a friend move.”

He shoves his boots on and clomps for the door. “Sorry to run out like this. I hope... ah... it was good for you.”

I can’t answer because I’m too surprised, too disappointed.

He waves before he’s out the door and I pull a sheet up to cover myself, not that there’s anyone to see me. Just because I’ve never felt so naked. I stare through my empty apartment, my heart pounding.

He hopes it was good for me?

What the hell does that mean?

Wow. I know exactly what it means. It means I’m a kinky hookup.

Blaze has a life—friends to see. Stuff to do. I actually know nothing about the guy other than that he’s a captain at the fire station.

And why does it feel like he knows everything about me? Because I laid myself bare to him. Let him in, let him humble me.

I let things go way too fast. He was right about one thing—I was playing with fire.

And now it feels like I just got burned. No, not burned. I don’t have enough information to know to what extent I’ve been used. Or how far he intends for this to go.

I’ve been singed, then.

I reach for a book of matches and turn it over in my hands. Striking matches really isn’t that bad a habit. It’s not like smoking, or drinking or cutting. It doesn’t damage my body.

But the vision of my childhood home in flames flashes in front of my eyes.

I toss the matches on the bedside table. It’s not because he told me not to.

It’s because I’m stronger than this.

This is my choice.