Page 22 of Her Fire Master


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“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 justleaves it there.Torturing me.

Cruel, cruel man.

Blaze

Lia’s blowingmy 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?”