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“We?” She wet her lips. “How do you know I wasn’t going to ask Beulah to be my plus-one?”
He chuckled, a dangerous sound. “Go ahead and be a brat. See where that gets you.” Then he became more serious. “Be quiet now, and just feel.”
He lit the other wand. Now aware of what to expect from this part, she shivered as he passed it over the places he’d dampened. The fire lit and coursed over the alcohol, over her mound, her belly and around her nipples. He held both wands, kept passing the damp one over her, the flaming torch coming in right after it, lighting that track. Her skin warmed, just as he’d promised.
He moved the alcohol-damp wand over her thighs, on her mound just above her clit. She shuddered as the flame licked over all of it. Again, again. The heat building. Now the second wand caught fire, and he started to drum them against her flesh, her thighs, her mound.
He was right, that she was more sensitive around her nipples and her inner thighs. The fire bit into her there like teeth, but that reaction tangled with what she felt on less sensitive places. Like she was being petted, the wands and fire moving over her, his hand following.
Then he touched the flame to her clit, back over her belly, around her breasts, briefly over her nipples, making her arch, her hands tightening in the sleeves. She didn’t want the restraints to let go, so she struggled to contain her movements, which just intensified her reaction.
When he bent to blow on the flames, making them ripple across her nipples, her mound and her thighs, the first throaty cry emerged from her lips. It was like a slow-building orgasm, but one that seemed to be reaching the intensity of a full orgasm, without pushing her over that edge. It held her there, not enough to push her over, but enough sensation to make her cry out like she was having one. Groans, whimpers, pleas.
He kept moving over her, his expression just as intense, absorbed. He ditched one of the wands and used the single one, passing his hand behind it, sealing in the heat. She shrieked when, right after he passed the flame over her mound, he spanked her cunt. One short, flat slap. That hot sense of combustion ricocheted sensation between her thighs, up through her belly to her breasts. Her toes were curled tight, knees bent up as far as the sleeves around her ankles would allow.
She was writhing, responding to his movements. He put his hand on her shoulder, stilling her, gripped her throat and came down to kiss her. She was so hungry for him, she tried to nip at his mouth, tangle with his tongue, clash with his teeth. He gave a dark chuckle and moved back, though he squeezed her throat, a warning.
When he set both wands aside, he freed her limbs and turned her over. He set the tubes aside, unlatching them from the table slots. Then he did something she didn’t expect—not that any of this was predictable. He removed her necklace.
She’d noticed what looked like an empty banana hook on the table. He hung the necklace there, positioning a lit candle just beneath the dangling pendant. As he left that there to heat, he turned his attention to a metal bowl. When he ignited the liquid contents, it became a brazier.
“On your hands and knees, Les,” he said. “Back level, head down.”
When she obeyed, he placed the bowl in the center of her back. She could feel the heat starting to conduct through the metal. Brick’s gaze was on it as he circled around her, caressing her backside, offering a light pinch to her upper thigh. “I want to fire-cane you, Les. It will leave marks, not from the fire, but the cane itself. It will hurt, because it’s a punishment.”
“What part of the list is this?” The bowl was getting hotter.
“When you came to my place that night, you said you didn’t come for me to be nice to you. You wanted me to punish you for the wrong reasons.”
He paused, as if considering how far he wanted to take them down this road, if this moment was about that. But when she was deep in her head, belonging to him like this, all her emotions, laughter, tears, sadness, joy, they were all there, accessible and part of the moment. “This punishment is for that,” he said after a moment. “How’s that bowl feel?”
“Hot.”
“Too hot?”
“Almost…but…not quite. I want it to mark me. That’s where you touch me, when we go into a restaurant, or you help me out of the truck. I want it to be raw…want to know you know it, when you touch it.”
“All right.” He came to her front and traced her mouth with the pressure of his thumb. Let her take it between her lips, tease and bite it. His gaze flared at the provocation.
He kept doing that, letting her suckle and play with his thumb as he stroked her throat with his other fingers. The heat in the small of her back built. She could see it in the mirror in her peripheral vision. The bowl resting on her because her Dom wanted her to hold it balanced there while she sucked on his fingers and let him gaze upon her naked, trembling body.
A scant second before she would have had to safeword from the heat, he removed the bowl. He laid his hand over the area, making her flinch.
“That will be there a few days, Les. Will that make you happy?”
“Yes, Master.”
The title felt right on her tongue. He seemed to agree. She sucked in a breath as he fished a small handful of ice out of a bucket, and placed it on that spot.
The fireplay had put her into a warm haze. This was a bright splash of sensation, and her skin was so warm the ice melted quickly, some of the water sliding outward, dripping down the side of her body.
“Oh…”
He picked up a damp towel, rolled it up and passed it over other areas of her skin while she shuddered from that more intense feeling. When he reached that area, removing the ice and blotting up the water, he went more lightly, gentle in that way he did so well, no matter his size and strength.
Then he removed the necklace from the hook. He fastened it around her neck, but he placed the pendants, the cross and fire badge, on her back, between her shoulder blades, instead of letting them dangle below. He put his fingers on them, side by side, holding them to her flesh.
“Oh…” He’d told her to give it a second if she thought she was going to be burned more than she could bear. This was definitely hotter, probably a safeword moment, but…
