Page 21 of Fire Daddy


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I think he may be right.

I give a wobbly nod. “Okay.” It comes out as no more than a whisper.

“That’s my girl.” Blaze pulls me into him, as if for an embrace, but he affixes his lips to my right nipple again. I clutch the back of his head and wiggle my hips.

He pulls his lips off with a pop and pushes my hips back a few inches. Then he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my panties.

My breath hitches as he pulls them slowly down to my thighs. I got a Brazilian two days ago in preparation for this date at the advice of my bestie from high school. She’s a hairstylist and swears by waxing for a hot date.

Judging by the expression on Blaze’s face, I’d say she was right.

“Oh, baby,” he croaks, lightly running the pad of his thumb over the smooth seam of my pussy. “Did you do this for me?”

“I did,” I murmur, slowly swaying my hips, trying to get my panties to drop the rest of the way.

Blaze groans. “Not yet, baby. Your punishment isn’t over. I need to spank you with your panties down now.”

Ho boy! I’m not sure why that’s exciting to me, but it totally is. I let him arrange me back over his left knee, moisture seeping between my thighs.

He starts spanking again and it’s even better than before. Yes, it’s stingier because my panties are down, but I’ve had a chance to get used to the sensation now, and I welcome each smack as if he were delivering pleasure, rather than pain.

I now totally understand how people can get off on pain. Especially—or maybe only—when it’s delivered by someone who’s ultimately interested in pleasure. Both his and mine.

I surrender more to the sensation, to Blaze.

He spanks harder, which makes me realize he was holding back before, warming me up slowly.

God bless him.

And holy shit! The man can smack hard.

I’m juicy wet with arousal, squirming for release, but it seems like he’ll never stop. My ass is on fire and yet each smack feels like it’s not enough. I want more. Harder.

“Blaze,” I moan.

He stops spanking, rubbing a slow circle over my twitching ass. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I need—”

“Tell me what you need.”

“More.” I almost curse the word as it tumbles from my lips. “You,” I say quickly, to cover it up.

“You’ll get both.” He pulls me up to stand and tugs my panties the rest of the way off. “Kneel in the corner again.”

I do it. I don’t even hesitate. I guess that means I really trust this guy. Or else I’m too horny to argue. I hear him moving around the room, hear the jingle of metal.

“Come here, baby.”

When I turn around, I see he’s built a mound of pillows in the middle of the bed. Leather cuffs with buckles and chains are attached to the corners of the bed.

My clit throbs and my knees almost buckle.

“This is going to be the hardest part of your punishment, baby. But when it’s over, I promise I’ll reward you. All night long, if you want.”

My cheeks heat even as a smile stretches my lips.

He pats the pillows. I have no doubt what he intends, and I comply without complaint, draping my body over them so my ass is lifted high in the air. He binds each wrist and ankle to the bed restraints and I’m now naked, spread eagle and presented for his punishment.

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