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“When you’re doing it, yes.” She didn’t need to have it done by anyone else to know that was the truth.
He removed the thin tank, in a captivating ripple of muscle and gleaming skin, the stretch of his body revealing his hip bones. Then he sprayed the glove with his fuel solution, and set the bottle on the opposite side of the fireplace. He misted a wand in one of the cups before passing that damp cotton tip over her backside again. She tried to stay still, though the coolness made her wiggle just a little, her toes curling.
“That’s a sexy little move. Next time I’ll use ice. The contrast between it and the fire creates a nice reaction.”
He put the wand back in the cup before holding the palm of his glove to the candle flame. Tongues of gold and blue flame erupted there.
He ran his ungloved hand over her back, pressing his palm to it. “I love spanking your ass, doc,” he murmured. “But I will fucking love spanking your cunt, because I know that will unravel you, grab at those dark fantasies of being owned by a Master.”
“My fantasy or yours?” she whispered, looking at the flames flicker on his hand.
“You tell me. Turn your head away from me.”
When she’d had her eyes closed, he’d made other preparations. A full-sized mirror was propped against the sofa, so she could see the two of them, her lying naked, her hips lifted, him over her with the flaming, gloved hand. Her arousal spiked. And then spiked higher, as he swept his hand down toward her backside, landing a firm strike.
Stinging heat, against flesh already tender from his spanking. Her nails dug into the wood floor, her lips pressed together. She was both voyeur and subject. Her attention clung to the muscles moving across his chest, his shoulders, the concentration in his expression, the crease of his jeans over his thighs. A Master in belted jeans and no shirt, powerful, in control. She wanted to be owned by him in every way.
He'd spanked her without fire. Spanking her with it gave the impact moment an extra bright pop, or spark of warmth, like something was combusting upon contact. All of it added to the heat and sensation, kept them building. “Oh God…please…”
She squealed and jerked when he doused the flames between the glove and her flesh on a particularly strong swat. At the same moment, he pushed ungloved fingers into her, enough of them to give her that uncomfortable but not painful feeling of impalement, a Master’s demand that she take him inside. She clamped down on him, held him tight. It felt amazing, but she was gasping, whimpering, and she wanted…
“Yeah,” he muttered. “You need my cock, baby, don’t you? Say it.”
“I need…your cock. Please. Sir.”
Her words had a frustrated, needy edge, brought from the place within her that would never say such words aloud. Until he demanded it.
In the mirror she watched him rise to his feet, unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. He stripped off the glove, toed off shoes and socks, then pushed the rest off. He stood fully naked in the view of that mirror, letting her look her fill. His erection was thick and ready.
When he gripped it, that edgy noise became a petulant whimper. His gaze held hers like steel locked around her throat, his bond every bit as strong as the chains she’d seen holding more than one sub to their Dom tonight.
“You want to know what my fantasy is, doc? Having you as my submissive, able to explore everything I want from you. Down to the parts of your soul that will open up even deeper desires than you ever knew you had. That commitment you made to me tonight, that’s the gateway. We’ve crossed it. Nothing from here forward limits us but us.”
He headed toward the mirror without self-consciousness. Her gaze stayed locked on his thighs and stiff cock, the shift of his ass as he repositioned the mirror. On her stomach, with her head turned, she couldn’t see herself anymore, but before she could miss that, he was in front of her.
“Up on your knees. You know the position now. Back straight, hands behind you, breasts out.”
He was close enough he could cup her skull, his fingers threaded into the overlapping strands of her French braid, digging in. “You’ve fantasized about taking your Master’s cock in your mouth. I saw it that day I took you to dinner, and more than once since you’ve been here. Tell me. Say it out loud.”
She moistened her lips, her gaze on his powerful erection, so close in front of her she could have leaned forward to kiss the tip. If he permitted it.
I’d like to be on my knees, with you in my mouth. I’d like to have your hand in my hair, holding me. Making me serve you.
She’d thought the words when masturbating, when looking at that picture. When she said them aloud now, she stammered over them, but when he gripped himself again, her voice broke with her need.
“Please, Sir.”
“Keep your hands behind your back and part your lips.”
As she did, he fed his cock in between them. A bliss, a relief, a need fulfilled, took over almost instantly. He cupped her head again, working himself slowly in and out of her lips, her tongue tasting, stroking, cheeks drawing in to suck on him.
“Fucking hell, I can smell how wet you are from up here, but that’s the most tranquil I’ve ever seen you, doc. Good thing I didn’t know this was what would calm you down. I’d have had my cock in your mouth from the first time you knelt in my living room.”
She wasn’t sure how that was a bad thing, but all she wanted right now was to do this. But as always, he reminded her who was in charge. After a couple moments of letting her tease, suckle and convey her deep need to serve, he muttered an oath and tightened his hand on her hair, drawing himself free. She sucked on his substantial girth and length, her jaw and cheeks hurting from the effort, but with a good pain. Like her throbbing backside.
“Not going to come in your mouth tonight, doc. We have other places to go. But you’ll get your chance plenty of other times, I can promise you that. Down on your elbows.”
When he moved behind her, she saw he’d moved the mirror so she could see him kneel behind her. He pressed a kiss to her backside, tenderized by his hand and flame, and bit her again. She shuddered, a cry breaking from her throat. He did it forcefully enough she suspected marks would be left on her ass. He straightened, meeting her eyes in the mirror.
