Page 15 of Her Fire Master (Master Me #5)

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I hold Lia’s hand as we walk to the subway.

We just finished a CrossFit session together and I’m all horned up for her again, even though I fucked her twice last night and once this morning.

CrossFit wouldn’t have been my first idea for spoiling her on her day off, but she told me it would make her day if I came with, so how could I not?

Apparently she’s not the fancy meal type. Or the spoil me at a spa. Not even a flowers and a movie kinda girl. No, this one likes to abuse her body while watching me work out beside her. I’m not sure who ogled who more.

Bottom line—I’m in love.

I’m smart enough not to tell Lia that. I know I’m moving too fast as it is, and I don’t want to fuck this up.

But seriously? This girl is unbelievable.

Is it just about the kink? No. Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. I mean, if she had told me this morning that she never wants to be spanked again, would I still want to see her?

Hell, yeah. I think she’s amazing—smart, driven, adorable. Strong as anything.

But I wouldn’t even know her if it weren’t for the kink. I wouldn’t have seen how willingly she surrenders, just drops her armor and lets me see her most vulnerable self. So yeah, it’s all twisted together. But it’s definitely way more than the sex.

We pass an ice cream stand and she tugs me toward it.

“You want some ice cream, little dragon?”

She spins in front of me and hangs on my arm. “Pleeeeease, Daddeeee?”

“Christ, you’re getting me chubby. Why is that hot to me?”

She rubs her breasts against me. “Because you like to be in charge and I’m letting you.”

She’s right. The sense of power I get when she gives me control intoxicates me.

With Samantha, I wanted to take care of her, but she never let me.

She always pushed me away, even while using me to support her and her child, Lily.

The little girl I thought of as my own until Samantha decided to bail and return to Lily’s real dad.

And she definitely wasn’t into kink. Not even a little bit.

The few times I tried to smack her ass, she told me I had issues.

Back then, I didn’t know someone like Lia existed. Someone who not only lets me play out my dominant fantasies, but enjoys them as much as I do.

I propel Lia up to the ice cream cart and ask her what she wants. She orders a double scoop of chocolate and I get cookies and cream. She takes a long, seductive lick of her cone while holding my gaze.

I growl.

I have to bite my tongue to keep from demanding she move in with me. Today.

I need to slow way the hell down. And my first problem to solve is our work situation. The fire inspector idea might be the best possible solution. I just have to see if I can pull a few strings to make it happen…