Page 9 of Her Fire Master (Master Me #5)

I’m surprised and try to squeeze them closed and he smacks my ass. “Let me look at this ass and pussy. You made yourself all smooth for me.” He makes that hum of approval and I’m instantly wagging my ass like I have a tail or am offering myself up to him.

He smacks lightly between my legs. “How’s this little pussy doing? Is she wet for me?” He smacks again. “She is, isn’t she?”

Oh god.

“I might need to make her suffer a bit before your reward.”

“No,” I moan, not even sure what he’s talking about.

He smacks my ass again. “You don’t tell me no.” I hear the buzz of electronics and identify the sound just before the vibrator probes my lips.

I jerk and moan. It’s too much. Especially if I’m not going to get relief yet. I’m already horned up beyond belief. This will kill me. Literally.

“Please,” I moan.

“Use my name when you beg me, baby.”

“Please, Blaze?”

“Sorry, Sparks. Not yet.” He teases my opening with the buzzing device, then pushes it in.

I cry out, so close to orgasm, but then he doesn’t move it.

I mean, he just leaves it there . Torturing me.

Cruel, cruel man.

Blaze

Lia’s blowing my fucking mind. I’m not surprised—she always does. I’m working hard to make sure this goes well. I would feel awful if I made her uncomfortable or did something that left her feeling worse about the fire she set rather than better.

But so far, everything’s been perfect—like we’re playing the same game. And even though I’m the one in charge here, she’s rocking my world.

Christ, the sight of her now!

She looks incredible, twisting against her cuffs, her breath moving the muscles of her slender, muscular back. I stained her ass pink but it’s not mottled or showing any signs of marking. Not that I have enough experience to know. No girl has let me go this far.

Heh. That makes it sound like I’m sixteen making it to third base. Well, I’m about as ready to blow as a teenager, that’s for sure.

She humps the bed, like she’s trying to get more friction from the vibrator. I’m so tempted to let her come.

But not yet.

I unbuckle my belt and pull it through the loops.

She turns her head to watch me, eyes rounded.

I give her a moment, in case she wants to safe word.

She undulates her hips.

Okay, she’s still turned on. Not overly scared.

Good.

I slowly wrap the buckle end of the belt around my hand. The idea of whipping her both excites and terrifies me.

I want to hear the slap of leather against her skin. Hear her cry out in pain, or beg me for mercy. But I need this to be what she craves, too. If I take this too far, I’ll never forgive myself.

“I’m going to whip you now, little girl. You have my permission to come.”

Excitement flares in her eyes.

“Ready?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice warbles—whether from fear or excitement, I’m not sure. Probably a mixture of both.

I bring the belt down across her ass, tempering the stroke.

Her hips jerk and she squeezes her cheeks together. She moans. I whip her again. She humps the pillows. She’s enjoying it.

“I’m going to whip your ass raw, little girl. And when I’m done, you’ll promise me you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Yes,” she gasps, squeezing her ass again when I slap the leather across her bare cheeks. “Oh, Blaze.”

I whip her again.

“Ouch. Yes. It hurts,” she moans, but her tone sounds wanton. Like it hurts is a good thing. I don’t stop.

“Blaze,” she moans. “Blaze... please. Blaze.”

Fuck.

The way she’s moaning my name makes my cock throb to the point of pain.

“Do you need my cock inside you when you come, baby?” My voice sounds rough—I almost don’t recognize it. I sure as hell didn’t expect such crude words to come out of my mouth.

“Yes,” she answers immediately. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

And it’s all over.

I throw the belt on the floor and yank out my cock, sheathing it with a lubricated condom. I pull the vibrator out, but don’t turn it off, instead I wedge it beneath her, so it hits her clit.

“You ready for me?” I growl. “It’s going to be rough.”

“Ready. I’m ready, I’m ready,” she chants.

I freaking love this girl.

I do my best to hold back as I push in. I know I’m big, and—fuck—she’s tiny, but she’s slick and welcoming. I don’t think I’m going to fit at first—she’s tight. So tight! But I grit my teeth to keep from ramming home and work it in slowly.

“Please, please, please, Blaze.” She pushes her hot, red ass back at me like she wants it deep.

My eyes flip back in my head and I start mindlessly pumping.

She feels. So. Good.

Incredible.

Tight and wet and perfect.

I love this girl. I’m not kidding.

“Lia,” I murmur. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

She’s gripping the straps that bind her to the bed, knuckles white. The muscles in her back are corded up with strain. “It’s good,” she pants. “It’s so good.”

Thank fuck.

Even though she’s not going anywhere—I made damn sure of that when I cuffed her—I hold her down by the nape. I jackhammer into her with hard, brutal thrusts. I can’t help myself. Nothing’s felt so good in my entire life.

“Lia,” I snarl, my balls tightening, thighs quaking.

“Please, Blaze, please,” she pleads.

Her begging pushes me over the edge. I slam in deep. “Come, Lia,” I bark roughly. I’m already screaming my climax, cum filling the condom as I shudder over her. I grind down, forcing her clit more firmly against the vibrator and she breaks.

“Blaze—oh God !” Her pussy squeezes my dick, extending my climax, wringing even more out of me.

Her tiny body bucks, breath chokes and gasps. It’s a sound I want to hear every fucking night for the rest of my life. From this dream girl who takes my kink and wears it like she owns it.

I pull out and dispose of the condom, then quickly unbuckle her cuffs.

She’s gone limp and I roll her over, pulling out the pillows and covering her body with my own.

I kiss her like I own her. I’m grateful—soaring on that high that comes with the best orgasm of my life, and I want her to feel it, too.

She responds, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me down with her slender arms around my neck. Before I know it, I’m inside her again, only bareback this time.

It feels incredible.

I can’t.

I shouldn’t.

And I don’t want to stop.

“I’m sorry,” I groan, still rocking in and out of her, claiming her mouth like my life depends on it. “I didn’t know I’d get hard again so fast.”

It’s a lame excuse, but maybe she’ll take it as a compliment.

“I’m clean, I swear. I’ll get you the paperwork.”

She shoves a bit at my chest and I snap back to reality and pull out. “I’m sorry,” I say again, then make it up to her by kissing down her neck, between her breasts, along the flat plane of her belly.

I hook my hands under her knees and spread her open.

Her pussy is fucking beautiful. I wouldn’t have said I liked the all-bare thing, but on her it’s a miracle. I lick into her.

She shudders, hands flying to my head, hips rolling up to meet my face.

I treat her to the best head I know how to give, tracing inside her outer lips, teasing her clit, penetrating her with my tongue. I suck on her clit and slip my thumb in, my middle finger sliding back to her anus.

She jerks and comes the moment I touch it, which causes my rock hard dick to become steel. When the flutters of her muscles relax and she eases her grip on my hair, I pull away.

“Next time I discipline you, I’m going to take your ass,” I murmur, massaging a slow circle over her anus.

The ring of muscles squeezes under my finger and she whimpers.

I kiss up her belly again. “You okay?”

She pushes up on her forearms. “More than okay.”

I didn’t realize I was still nervous until the relief pours through me. She loved it as much as I thought she did.

“Good.” I climb up beside her and lie on my side, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She rolls away from me but pushes her ass into my lap, snuggling against me.

My cock throbs, dying to be inside her again, but I can tell by her slowing breaths she’s going down for the count.

Within a few minutes she’s asleep.

You’d think I’d sleep, too, but I’m awake for hours, trying to talk my dick down because I’m already dying for another round with her.

And all this time, I’m ignoring the voice in my head screaming, What the hell are you doing, man? Because I know I am way the hell out of the safe zone with this girl, and I have been from the start.

I want this way too badly.

And I’ve been down this road before.

Even if we didn’t have the problem with working at the same station and me being her boss, I’m not the kinda guy who gets to keep the girl.

I’ve tried and failed.

And yet the idea of failing with Lia makes me want to burn a building down, myself.

Maybe she’s rubbing off on me.

Maybe I’ve lost my mind.

Or maybe this is exactly what I’ve always needed.