I settle into the spanking immediately.The first few slaps sting, but once I get used to it, I close my eyes and breathe, experiencing the slaps as only sensation, sometimes even pleasure.The heat grows between my legs as he swats my flesh.I don’t count, but it seems to go on for a long time.Just when I’m starting to squeeze my cheeks together to avoid the pain, he stops.
“Good girl.You took that so well,” he praises me.He rubs his fingers between my legs and I practically purr.
Yes, please, Mr.Daddy, sir.
Yeah, my thought-words are tumbling over each other.
He drags his fingers up the crack of my ass and massages my anus.I try to squeeze my cheeks together, but he delivers a sharp slap to each side.The snap of plastic reaches my ears, then he pries my cheeks apart and dribbles something cold on my crack.
I jerk my head up, peering over my shoulder.
“I have to get you ready for my cock, Sparks.”
I turn my face back to the bed and bite my lip.I am seriously not sure I’m up for this.But it’s Blaze, and I trust him, so I do my best to relax as he massages the lube into my anus, prying it open enough to fit his finger in.
I stifle a moan.It shouldn’t feel good, but it does.I should be grossed out by this.
He removes his finger and replaces it with something cool and round.“Open for your plug, little girl.”
I don’t want to.I swear I don’t, but my pussy swells open and I relax my anus when he pushes the plug against it.It stretches me open, wider, wider until I catch my breath and tense.
He stops and eases back, pumping with miniscule movements.
Oh God, it feels so good.So wrong.So very wrong.But so very good.
“Be a good girl and take your plug.”
How can I not obey?I freakin’ love when he calls me good girl.I concentrate on relaxing and he eases the plug in farther, farther, stretching me wide before it seats and the stretching sensation eases.
“That’s it, baby.It’s in.Now lie down on the middle of the bed, face up.”
Thrills of excitement ping through me.The plug feels awesome—a constant but relatively subtle stimulus.I climb into the position he described and he buckles my wrists and ankles to cuffs attached to the bed.
What now?
“I think this is a very appropriate punishment, Sparks.”
What is?Having my ass filled with a butt plug?It is rather humiliating, but I’m not sure why it’s appropriate.
He walks to his dresser and picks something up.“You like to play with fire.I think you should experience a little burn.”
Ah.
He returns with a lit candle.
My body lights up like it’s seeing an old friend.I never thought of my pyromania as sexual, but in this moment, I’m so turned on by fire, I would orgasm with one touch.Blaze’s smile is warm—there’s nothing sadistic or frightening about his manner—not now, not ever.He stands over me and dribbles the wax on my belly.I jerk and shiver.My hips pop like I’m trying to fuck the air.
“You like that, don’t you, my little pyro?”The bulge of his cock tents his jeans, letting me know just how exciting he finds this.
“Yes, Daddy.”I want to beg him to touch me, but I also don’t want this to be over.Everything about the scene is beautiful and deep.It cuts right to the heart of who I am.What I need.
He spills a little more wax on my nipple and I cry out, the heat scorching.When I realize he’s watching my face intently, I nod.“It’s okay,” I whisper.“It’s good.”
“Is it?”He leans over and peels the flake of wax from my nipple to see the mark it left.He blows on the red splotch.
“It’s okay.Please, Blaze.Go on.”
He dribbles more, staying away from my breasts this time, concentrating on my belly, my thighs.Each drip is pure ecstasy—the initial scald, the quick cooling into a thrumming heat.He returns to my breasts, treats both to multiple dribbles of wax until I’m arching off the bed, straining at my bonds.
