Page 72 of Blaze

“Does she make the rules in our relationship?”

I swallow.Yes, we’re goingthere.Right now.It’s sort of a game, but at the same time, it’s real.It’s our reality.It doesn’t matter what anyone else’s relationship dynamic looks like.This is between me and Blaze.

I want his palm on my ass.So badly that I press my knees together and push my hands against my thighs.I’m so turned on that I’m struggling to keep up the dialogue.

He’s waiting for me to respond.

“No, Sir.”

I’m wearing a dress.It’s a simple cotton dress.Nothing fancy.One of several Blaze ordered a few days ago, and he keeps putting me in them.He obviously prefers me in dresses, and honestly, I like them, too.

I’ve never been extremely girly before, and I wouldn’t exactly say I’m very girly now either.I haven’t worn any makeup since I got here.I haven’t done much to my hair either.I currently have the front pinned on top of my head, the curls are loose down my back and over my shoulders.

The dresses are the biggest change for me, though.They make me feel submissive.When I’m wearing one, they put me in a different headspace.I haven’t had jeans or even shorts on for a few days, and the thought of wearing something so restrictive doesn’t sit right with me anymore.

“Kinsley sent me a list of stretches that will help your leg heal and keep it from getting weak or tight.I’ll start you on them soon.In the meantime, minimal walking, Victoria.If I catch you putting weight on that leg without permission, you’ll find yourself standing in the corner on your other leg for so long your muscles ache.”

I flinch at his mention of standing in the corner.Why the hell does that make me fucking horny?It’s madness.There’s no explanation for why his bossiness makes my pussy pulse.

With my palms pressed into my thighs, I hold my breath, trying to keep from squirming.But I still need the spanking.

“You can’t possibly watch me every second of the day,” I sass.

He drops his arms and steps closer.

My breath hitches when he sets his hands on either side of my head on the back of the sofa.“Such a naughty girl.”

I swallow.Even though I’m doing this intentionally, I’m still not positive it’s the right thing to do.

He calmly kisses my forehead.“You’re worried about what’s going to happen when your stepmother gets here, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

“I bet a hard spanking will help you relax.”

I gulp back my nerves and nod.

Blaze sits next to me and pats his thighs.“Face down over my lap, Victoria,” he demands.

Trembling, I turn and crawl over his legs, letting my cheek rest against the cushions on the other side of him.

Blaze gently arranges my legs so they’re stretched out against the couch.The back of the sofa faces the door, so the only thing anyone would see from the entrance is Blaze’s head.They’d have to come into the room to see me.

I gasp when he stuffs a small pillow from the corner of the couch between my knees.“What…?”I twist my head to look at him.

“I want your legs to stay open while I spank you.You don’t get to apply pressure to your pussy.”

Sighing dramatically, I drop my cheek again.

He pushes my dress to the small of my back and reaches between my legs to palm my pussy.“Your panties are soaked, Victoria.Why is that?”

I moan.I’m throbbing.My two needs are at war with each other.I desperately want him to spank me, but at the same time, I’d like him to fuck me, too.It’s getting harder and harder to ignore the growing need.He brings me to orgasm often, but he never puts anything inside me.It’s starting to make me go crazy.

After releasing my pussy, he pulls my panties over my butt and down my thighs.They’re stretched tight by the time they get to my knees.

I lift my head.“What if someone sees?”I whisper.

“Everyone knows what a hard spanking sounds like.If they come to the door, they’ll keep on going.”