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When she did, he extended her arm toward the lit candle. Before she could tense up, he’d passed her fingers through the flame, holding her securely. Heat touched her like he did, feeling like…
“The kiss,” she murmured.
“The first kiss,” he confirmed. “More?”
At her nod, he did it several more times. Bringing those fingers to his mouth, he kissed them, moisture on the lingering heat, then drew them in to suck on them. He nipped her, the sharpness of the bite bumping sensation through her lower belly.
He guided her hand back to the floor, letting it rest on its knuckles, palm up. “Ready to move on to handholding? Don’t move. Resist the instinct to pull back. Trust me.”
“I do.” Brick was the type of man a person trusted. He projected the competence and skill to do what he said he could do. She had the historic proof; A student, a dedicated football player, a firefighter. Pursuing his fire sciences degree and becoming an arson investigator said he’d carried that same commitment into adulthood.
They had that in common. They didn’t ask for anything to be given to them. They wanted to earn it. Which included his desire to have her. He straddled the line between respect for a woman’s choices and a resolve to have her that could overwhelm the senses.
He put the wand in one of the cups, misting the cotton roll tip with the alcohol solution. He lifted and brushed it over her palm, leaving cool dampness in its wake. Then he dipped the dry wand into the candle flame. When he brought the fiery end close to her palm, the fumes from the alcohol reached for it, making fire bloom over her flesh before the wand ever made contact.
It startled her, but he had her wrist, steadying her. He curved over her, his heat and strength. He’d ordered her to stay still, stay still, stay still. She could feel the heat of the flame on the other side of that thin barrier. It was more subtle than she expected, allowing her to relax enough to really feel it. It was a suspended warm whisper, a dance over her flesh. Just as she thought it might be getting too hot, he doused the flame between their two palms, his fingers lacing with hers, holding her securely.
Kissing first, then handholding.
She was trembling again, from all of it. Watching him use the fire, watching herself accept it.
“How was that?”
She lifted her other hand to touch his neck, his broad shoulder, and curled her fingers into the ribbed fabric of his tank. “Good,” she whispered.
“I want you to roll over. Cross your ankles and hold your thighs together.”
As she did, he took a small pillow from the chest and put it under her hips. That, and crossing her ankles, lifted her backside. Reaching back into the blue chest, he removed a glove, the same natural-colored woven fabric as the flogger wicks. Kevlar, she remembered. Her pulse skipped a beat, as she also remembered their discussion about fire spanking. He worked the glove over his hand and flexed his large, capable fingers, shooting a nervous little thrill through her.
His gaze became undeniably wicked. “I promised to warm you up, didn’t I?”
The light slap on her ass made her fingers curl against the floor. He rubbed the affected area with his ungloved hand. “Think you should rise up to my hand, doc. Show your Master you’re not afraid of some well-deserved punishment.”
“I haven’t been formally charged,” she said over a dry throat.
“Did I say this had anything to do with fairness?” That look of evil mischief increased. “It’s all about having the chance to make your ass red. Once this glove is on fire, you’ll have to stay still. But you can do your best to get away now.”
He leaned in, the move emphasizing his size, how outmatched she was. “You won’t be able to, but it will make my cock even harder, having to hold you down.”
She wasn’t going to dignify that with a response. She would stay still and take the spanking. But that resolve lasted through two swats. She was pretty sure he was trying to make it sting as much as possible to get her to do what she did. When she tried to scramble away, he clamped an arm over her back and held her down. She yelped as he kept smacking her ass, with a force and aim that told her why it was called impact play. She kept squirming and fighting, even as the strikes acted like a battering ram against a fortress of cravings.
He proved it when he put his hand between her legs, caressing her slick folds under the crotch of the panties. “You’re right,” he observed. “The wetter the skin is, the more things cling.”
She groaned as he found his way under the elastic and sank those fingers into her. He gave her another swat with the gloved hand while he was still inside her, thrusting.
“Oh, God…” Her squirming was no longer about getting away. She was trying to find the rhythm her body wanted. He took the fingers away and went back to spanking her, this time sliding his arm under her to hold her up. The pain was increasing, but she couldn’t seem to tell him to stop, to reach for that safeword. She wanted him to keep doing it forever, even if it hurt like hell.
“That’s a nice glow,” he growled, sliding his arm out from beneath her so she was back on the pillow, her sore buttocks raised. “Les, look at me.”
She darted glazed eyes to him. He stroked a wisp of hair from her cheek. “For this next part, you stay as still as you can. No big movements. If you need me to stop, use the safeword. Got it? I want to spank your cunt with fire as well as your ass, but I’m not going to do that until I shave you. Cross your ankles again, close your thighs. It will protect areas with more hair. And what’s the most important thing?”
“Stay as still as I can.”
“Good girl.” He rose, holding a towel he’d pulled from the chest, and disappeared into the kitchen. When he came back, he’d wet it down. “I’m working without a spotter, so we’re keeping this low key and very controlled. But if fire goes where I don’t want it to be, I’ll use this to smother it immediately. Don’t bolt.”
“I won’t.”
“I know you won’t.” He trailed his gloved hand over her backside, then gave her a firm rub that had her wanting to spread her legs, rather than keeping them closed. “Did you like the feeling of the fire?”
