Page 23 of Her Fire Master (Master Me #5)

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I finish my preparations and do a quick pickup of my apartment before Lia arrives.

Tonight is punishment number three.

I’ve been trying my damnedest not to move too fast again. And failing miserably. It’s been four weeks since Lia and the crew came to get me from the other station, and I’ve done everything I can to do this right. I’ve kept the kink to a minimum, let her lead.

To my delight, she did end up taking the certificate training to be a fire inspector, which is both wonderful and horrible, because she’s been too busy to hang out.

But she’s the one who asked me for this. Reminded me she still had a punishment coming.

She told me about her birthday—how her family already knew she was responsible for the fire and had forgiven her. I think her guilt is mostly gone. Which means tonight is purely for play.

I think that’s better, anyway. I don’t want her thinking I’m trying to fix anything.

She knocks on the door and I answer it. Even though I told her what to wear and should be prepared, my dick punches out like a flag when I see her schoolgirl outfit.

“In my bedroom—panties and shoes off, but leave the rest of that cute little outfit on. Then you’re going to go onto knees and forearms with your nose to the corner.”

“Okay, Daddy.” She flashes me a naughty smile—probably guessing she has me by the balls so hard right now.

I have to close my eyes and count to fifty to keep from following her right in.

But I wait. I don’t even let myself squeeze my aching cock through my jeans.

I’m going to make this night good for her—memorable.

I walk stiffly—because my pants are too tight—to the kitchen and grab the ginger finger floating inside a bowl of iced water.

I did a little research—surfed the spanking porn—and came upon a thing called figging. It’s basically using a ginger butt plug as punishment. It causes a burning sensation in the anus, which seemed appropriate for my little pyro.

I open the door.

“Jesus fuck ,” I curse. The sight of Lia nearly drops me to my knees.

I’ve never seen anything so flaming hot in my life.

She’s in the position I described, her ass lifted in the air, the navy uniform skirt flipped up on her back to give me the full view of her enticing bare ass and the sweet little pussy glistening below.

Now I can’t help but squeeze my cock. “Good girl.” My voice sounds scratchy. I kneel at her side and run my hand over her fine ass like it’s a masterpiece—which it is. Then I add my own color to the masterpiece by smacking, hard.

She grunts but stays in position. I slap each cheek, alternating, until pink handprints show up on her caramel skin. Then I use two fingers to pry her asscheeks apart and press the tip of the ginger finger I carved into the shape of a butt plug against her anus.

She squeals and attempts to pinch her cheeks together. I keep up the pressure. “Take your punishment, Lia.” I make my voice firm.

“Wh-what is it?” her voice wobbles, but I doubt it’s from fear.

“Ginger. Have you ever heard of figging?”

“Did you say ginger?”

“Open, Lia. Now .”

She relaxes and I push the ginger in. It’s not particularly wide, so it goes in without lube, which I learned is important when figging.

“Good girl. Yes, I put ginger root in your ass. Girls who play with matches get their assholes set on fire.”

“ Ohmygod ,” she whimpers.

I reward her compliance by stroking her dewy pussy, slipping one finger inside her, then two. She moans, but I don’t give her more than a couple pumps before withdrawing and circling her clit.

She whimpers again and rolls her hips back even more.

I slap her pussy and get up. “Don’t move from this position, baby. I want you to stay here until your asshole’s on fire and your pussy’s leaking like a faucet.”

“Blaze,” she pants.

“You tell me when it’s time. Ask for your spanking and I’ll give it to you good, baby.” I move to sit on the edge of the bed and take off my shoes and shirt. “And then I’ll fuck you until tomorrow with that ginger still in your ass.”

Lia groans and rolls her head around on the cushion I put down for her to kneel on. “You’re killing me, Blaze.”

“Oh I’m just warming up, little girl. Warming you up.”

Waiting sucks. According to my research, it takes about ten minutes for the ginger to start to burn. I can hardly stand it. My situation may be more comfortable than Lia’s, but I have to look at her while my jeans strangle my cock.

The first few minutes, she’s still. Then she starts to shift around from knee to knee.

Her anus clenches around the ginger and she lets out a groan.

She whines and rubs her face on the cushion, moans some more.

When the clenching of her anus and pussy grow more frequent and her whimpers more plaintive, I call her over.

“Ready for your spanking, angel?”

She stands up, smoothing her skirt. Her face is flushed, pigtails askew.

“Come lie over Daddy’s lap.” I pat my knee.

She comes immediately, like she knows I’m her salvation. Tips herself over my knee and wiggles her cute little ass.

I flip her skirt up and pump the ginger finger in and out of her.

She moans her pleasure, her distress. I spank her.

It’s a good, solid spanking—hard slaps that make her jerk and twist, and I don’t take it slow.

I give it to her fast and hard until she’s squirming right and left, whimpering and moaning for release.

And then I plunge three fingers into her her wet heat, make them into a cone and fuck her with them.

Her pussy’s never felt so hot, so wet, so swollen. “Blaze, please,” she moans.

“You ready for my cock?”

“You have no idea,” she moans, and I lose all control.

I hold her torso down while I pull my leg out from under her, so she’s bent over the bed now. I twiddle the ginger in her ass with one hand while I work open the button of my jeans with the other. Then it’s a rip, snap, roll to get a condom on and push against her entrance.

I sink into her easily. She’s tight, but so juicy wet, so ready, her pussy seems to pull me in, welcome me.

Her muscles squeeze and she moans wantonly.

I interlace my fingers over the tops of hers and fuck her deep.

Nothing compares to the glory of being inside her, of knowing she wants me to take her as hard and rough as I crave.

I slap my loins against her pink ass, listening to the little grunts and cries she makes.

“More,” she moans. “Harder.”

I slam into her harder, drive deeper. “You like it rough, don’t you, baby?”

“Please,” she moans. “Please, Blaze.”

I unwind the fingers of my right hand from hers and insinuate it beneath her hips. One touch of her clit is all it takes.

She screams and tightens around my dick. Her orgasm rolling in, I allow myself to surrender to the pleasure, as well. In just a few more strokes, I join her, bellowing, “yes!” at the top of my lungs.

I clean up and lift her into my bed, offer her water and caresses.

She curls into me and I wrap my body around her protectively. She brings out every ounce of hero I have in me, all directed at her.

“Move in with me,” I blurt before I can stop myself.

She opens her eyes, and gives me a sleepy look. “Okay.”

A relieved laugh escapes my lips. “Okay? Really? I didn’t ask too soon?”

“Oh, you asked way too soon, but I don’t care. I’m ready to let you take care of me.”

My chest squeezes so tight I can’t breathe. “Yeah?” I choke out.

She rakes her fingernails over my chest, traces the lines of my tattoos. “As long as you let me rescue you, too, sometimes.”

“Every day,” I say gruffly. “You rescue me every fucking day I get to see you.” I bring my mouth down on hers, kissing and sucking her pouty lips until I’m sure she knows who I belong to. It’s her, all the way.

Only her.

The End