Seduced by Fire (9 page)

He kept his hands on her while she positioned herself, almost as if he knew his touch would calm her. Even so, her heart pounded wildly.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” he asked, running his hands over her backside. “Spread your legs a bit.”

She widened her stance and found doing so made her more stable. “No, sir.”

“You’re so brave. I’m proud of you.” He ran both hands over her, dipping one between her legs. She knew he found her wet and waiting. “It won’t be as hard as the spanking I’d give an experienced sub, but you’ll feel it. You can stop me at any point by saying what?”

“Red, sir.”

“Good girl.”

She was surprised by how good his words made her feel. She wrapped her arms around his lower legs, fingertips brushing the hard muscles there. His hands swept over her backside and she closed her eyes when he gave her butt a gentle slap.

He didn’t stop, but continued to rain light slaps over and over. It didn’t hurt, but rather made the lower half of her body feel warm and tingly. She hadn’t expected a spanking to feel so good but it really was turning her on.

There was a short break, and she wondered if that was all, when a sharp slap hit her backside and made her gasp. It stung, but then his hand covered the spot he’d struck and the heat melted into her body. She moaned.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

He chuckled. “You’re such a naughty girl.”

Another slap landed and again his hand covered the spot, allowing the sting to sweetly diffuse into need. A need for more, more of his touch, more of him. More.

He repeated the actions, following each swat with a gentle press of his hand. The spanks seemed to be getting harder, but the pain from them was somehow only intensifying her need for him.

“Your body is asking for more,” he said. “You’re lifting your ass up.”

Was she? She hadn’t realized.

His fingers drifted between her legs and brushed her. She jerked against him, trying to relieve the ache. He answered with a swift slap.

“Needy girl. You’ll have to wait, I’m not ready to fuck you yet. I’m still working on this ass.”

And work on it he did, raining swat after delicious swat on her backside. He didn’t cover them with his hand anymore, but kept up a steady tempo, sweeping a finger lightly over her clit once or twice. She had never felt so turned on in her life.

“Three more and you’re done. They’ll be harder. Can you handle them?”

Her body pulsed with the need to come and she desperately wanted his hands back on her.

She lifted herself toward him. “Yes, sir. Please.”

“So polite,” he mused. “Such a good girl.”

She gasped at the first slap, but didn’t have time to process the pain before the second came. She squeezed her eyes tight against the third. No sooner had it landed than she found herself pulled into his arms and gently placed on the bed. He lay down beside her, breathing heavily and keeping her tight in his arms.

“Are you okay?”

Outside of the need to have him inside her, like NOW? “Yes, sir. Please.”

“Please, what?”

She almost whined. He wouldn’t do it until she asked. “Please, sir. Fuck me.”

•   •   •

D
aniel closed his eyes and forced himself to focus. It was taking all his considerable self-restraint not to bind her to his bed and do all sorts of wickedly perverse things. For all her insistence she had only wondered about BDSM, she was a sexual submissive through and through.

He just had to remind himself how new and inexperienced she was. He wanted to introduce her gently to the freedom to be found in submission, not scare the hell out of her. So, though he wanted her bent over his bed, blindfolded in his playroom, and offering herself to him in any way he wanted to take her, he wouldn’t give in. She trusted him and he wouldn’t give her reason to regret that trust.

She was on her side, looking at him with pleading eyes.

He pushed himself up to his knees, after donning a condom. “You remember what I said would happen after I spanked you.”

Her eyes grew wide, but the surprise in them couldn’t hide the desire behind her softly whispered, “Yes, sir.”

He swore his erection grew another inch every time she called him “sir” and he knew he’d do damn near anything to hear her call him “Master.” How long had it been since he collared a submissive? Had someone wear the symbol of his dominance, proclaiming for all to see that her submission was to him alone? Years? It was so easy to picture Julie kneeling, naked, and waiting for him to claim her with his collar.

Focus!

He fisted his hands by his side. “Move up the bed. I want you on your back, knees spread and held to your shoulders.”

She scooted up the bed, wincing slightly as she brushed her butt against the sheets.

“Sore ass?”

She situated herself the way he asked. In the requested position, she was open to him, and he could see the result of his handiwork.

“I asked you a question, Julie.”

“Yes, sir. It’s sore.”

He moved between her legs and took hold of her hips. He teased her with the tip of his cock. “Feel how hard you make me. What you do to me.”

He slipped his hands beneath her, so he could feel the heat of the spanking he’d given her, but more importantly, so she could.

“I’m going to fuck you so well, you won’t remember your ass.”

She whimpered and tried to press him closer.

“Not yet,” he said. “Take a second to anticipate it.” He rubbed himself against her slit. “Think about how good it’s going to be when I sink into you. Fill you up. Stretch you.”

“Please, sir.”

“I love it when you say please.” He pushed just his tip in and pulled out, making her moan. “Say it again.”

“Please, please, please.” She trembled under him.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He tightened his hold and thrust deeply into her.

He wasn’t sure which one of them shouted; probably it was both. He took a second to relish the feel of being buried inside her tight, wet body before allowing his instincts to take over.

He unleashed his primal nature and pounded into her over and over. “Feet on the mattress,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

She shifted, positioning herself so he could grab on to her hips better, aligning their bodies so she could take him deeper.

“Fuck, yes,” he panted, as he started thrusting rhythmically.

Her back arched and he rocked into her harder. She was panting, too, but in time with his thrusts, and pushing to take more of him. She was close. A good thing, because he didn’t think he would last much longer.

He slipped one hand to brush her clit. “Come hard for me, Julie.”

One more hard thrust and stroke of her clit and he held still as she climaxed around him. Her head dropped back and she groaned with relief and satisfaction.

But when she tried to drop her hips, he stopped her.

“Not quite yet. It’s my turn.” He pulled out. “On your hands and knees and make it fast, or else I spank you again instead of giving you another orgasm.”

She moved to all fours, ass in the air, and he swatted her pink flesh.

“Just because it’s so spankable,” he said, positioning himself behind her. With one swift thrust he entered her and started a rhythm that drove him closer to his own release.

Greedy Dom that he was, though, he wanted another one of her orgasms, so he slipped a hand between their bodies and circled her clit.

“Come again for me. One more time.”

When she climaxed the second time, he allowed himself to follow. Finally sated, he pushed deep and held still as he exploded into the condom.

Not wanting to crush her, he pulled her into his arms and rolled them so she lay on top. Her breathing was heavy and her body shook slightly. He ran his hand down her back. “Are you okay?”

By his standards, it had been a mild scene, but it had been her first and her response was an unknown. Some women cried, others shut down. Then there were those who slept or talked incessantly. What response would Julie have?

She stirred, pushing up to look at him. “Okay is an understatement, sir.”

He hushed her by putting a finger to her lips. “Much as I enjoy hearing you call me ‘sir,’ you can use ‘Daniel’ now.”

“No more play?”

Her softly asked question caused his cock to stir. Whatever responses he’d imagined, having her ask for more wasn’t one of them. He gently brushed her backside and noted her flinch.

“I think you’ve had enough for one night.” At her frown, he added, “Trust me, if you want more, I’ll be happy to oblige another time.”

Her head dipped. “I’d like that.”

He took her face in his hands. “Look at me. You did great. I’m so proud of you.”

“Really?” She propped herself up on her elbow. “There’s so much I don’t know.”

The way she’d situated her body exposed her breasts. He realized he’d been rather neglectful of them. He circled the nipple of one with his finger. “Knowledge will come if you want it. What you did tonight was yielding to me. Turning control over to another. And you did it beautifully.”

“It felt . . .”

He circled the other nipple. “Yes?”

“Good.”

Yes, if nothing else, that was what he wanted. For her to discover how good a submissive felt in a Dom’s hand.

“There are so many ways I can make you feel good.” He gave her nipple a gentle flick and grinned at her moan. “So many ways I can play your body and make it sing.”

Her eyes were wide with desire and he knew he needed to get out of bed or else he’d take her again. Even knowing that, however, he stayed where he was, playing with her breasts until he was once more hard and she writhed against him.

He rolled them to their sides. “I want you again. Will you have me? I’ll be gentle.”

It would probably damn near kill him to be gentle, but he’d make himself for her. He could go slow and easy.

He hoped.

“Yes,” she replied, and then, with a wicked grin, added, “Please.”

“Naughty,” he said. “You know what it does to me when you say ‘please.’” He reached into the bedside table and got another condom. But looking down at it, he thought twice, then put it back in the drawer.

Julie looked crestfallen when he turned back to her.

“I’m afraid that sweet pussy of yours will impede my resolve to be gentle,” he said. “So I’m going to fuck your mouth and if you’re good, I’ll return the favor.”

Since she was already on the bed, he had her roll onto her back. He straddled her face, keeping a grip on the headboard for support. Looking down, he lined himself up with her mouth. Her lips parted and he slid inside her warmth.

He started with short, shallow thrusts. He didn’t know if she could take all of him in her throat, and he didn’t want her to choke trying to find out. Her tongue circled him as she tried to suck him deeper.

“So good,” he panted, speeding his thrusts up a bit. “Your mouth feels so damn good.”

Typically, he could hold out for a long time during oral sex, but he felt his release building quicker than normal. He looked down and watched his cock fucking her mouth. Watched as it slid in and out.

She reached up and cupped his balls. He knew then it was a lost cause.

“I’m going to come,” he panted, still thrusting. “If you don’t want—”

She must have understood where he was going, because she clamped her arms around his hips and pulled him close.

“Fucking yes, swallow what I give you.” He pumped a few more times, then held still as he shot his release in her mouth and down her throat.

From his position above her, he watched as she licked her lips when he pulled out. He swore he almost came again.

“Oh, Julie,” he said, sliding down her body, trailing kisses as he went. “That was so good.”

He pushed her legs open and knelt between them, careful of her pink backside. Very lightly, he nibbled on her sensitive flesh, pausing a few times to lick her clit. He swirled his tongue around her opening, teasing, and then plunged inside her with a long lick and a gentle suck.

Her hips bucked upward, but he kept her legs firmly spread, and repeated the actions again. Over and over, he licked and nibbled until her legs trembled and her heavy breathing became cries of pleasure. Only then did he focus his attention where he knew she desired him most, sucking hard. Her body shook his with the power of her release. He gave her one last lick and her legs trembled as if an aftershock hit her.

He crawled up her body, suddenly exhausted. She was still panting when he took her into his arms and kissed her softly. There was so much to say, so much to discuss, but she kissed him back, snuggled deeper into his embrace, and fell asleep within seconds. Unable and unwilling to do anything else, he closed his eyes and joined her.

J
ulie jerked awake immediately the next morning and looked around in confusion. Where was she? Sunlight poured in through a nearby window and she was in the middle of a huge bed.

Daniel’s bed.

Oh.

She rolled to her side and found him awake and watching her.

“Good morning,” he said with his charming smile.

“Morning.” She looked around the room, and the scattered clothing and tousled sheets brought back memories of the night before. Had he really spanked her? And then she spent the night at his house?

He pushed her hair back and kissed her cheek. “What has you looking so troubled so early in the morning?”

“I didn’t plan on staying last night.”

“Is there someone you need to call? Will they have the police out looking for me?”

“No, I don’t have a roommate, it’s just . . . I didn’t bring a change of clothes. And I don’t want to be an imposition.”

He pulled back and gave her what she was coming to recognize as his Dom stare. The one no smart person would argue with. “You aren’t an imposition. Don’t think of yourself like that. Besides, I’m glad you stayed last night.”

“You are?”

“Yes, now I get to fix you breakfast.”

“Can I help?”

He gave her a truly wicked grin. “Sure. Do you want to cook naked or should I see if there’s a spare T-shirt sitting around?”

She threw a pillow at him. “I’m not cooking naked.”

Before she could blink, she was on her back with him looming over her. “Careful now, you’re still in my bed. And you’re quite naked.”

Her butt still ached slightly from his spanking the night before and there was a delightful soreness between her legs. She knew she’d think about him just about every time she moved. And she wondered when they could do it again.

He nibbled her ear. “Is someone thinking naughty thoughts?”

“Yes, she is. You’re turning her into a wanton woman.”

“Just the way I like my woman to be.”

His woman. Is that what she was? She rather liked the sound of it. She had so many questions about submission, especially submission as it applied to him. But before she could decide which one to ask first, her stomach rumbled.

“Guess I better feed you before we go much farther on that wanton trail.” He gave her a quick kiss and then rolled out of bed. He strolled about the room, unconcerned with his nakedness. She scooted back up in bed so she could admire him better. His body would make a sculptor weep; his ass alone was enough to make her want to suggest they skip breakfast.

He slipped on a pair of sweatpants and brought her a long-sleeved tee. “I’m afraid the pants are too big.” He pointed to a door off to the side. “Bathroom’s in there. I’ll go start breakfast.”

Fifteen minutes later, she stepped into the kitchen, which already smelled of bacon. She wore his shirt, though she’d had to push up the sleeves and the hemline hung almost to her knees. She stepped beside Daniel and took over making scrambled eggs while he cooked the bacon.

He smiled. “Thanks.”

They worked in a comfortable silence. While freshening up in his bathroom, she’d feared breakfast would be strange. She’d wondered if it would be odd to sit at a table across from a man who’d turned her over his knee the night before. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t.

He watched her closely as she sat down, but then lifted the juice pitcher and poured her a glass. He was on his second helping of bacon before he asked, “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Great. Never better,” she said, knowing it was damn near the truth.

“If you need anything, you’ll let me know?”

She nodded and buttered another piece of toast.

“Julie.”

His eyes were serious when she looked up.

“One of the most important things you need to know is a submissive must always be completely honest with her Dom.”

“Is that what we are?” She wasn’t sure she wanted a label yet. It had only been one night. Surely it took more than a night to make one a submissive.

He seemed to be examining her before he spoke. “There is no formal agreement between us, but I did serve as your Dom last night.”

His words made her insides quiver.
Her Dom.
Just thinking it made her shiver.

“Do you still have the paperwork from the meeting?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“If you want to explore submission more, I meant what I said, but I’ll need you to fill out the checklist. I’ll give you a copy of mine.”

She put her toast down, suddenly not hungry. “Makes it sound more like a business transaction than a relationship.”

He reached across the table and took her hand. “I like you, Julie, and I want to get to know you better. We can leave it at that for now. But”—he stroked her hand with his thumb—“if you’re interested in exploring what you’ve always wondered about, we need to do it right.”

She felt safe with him, felt secure in his hands. She’d enjoyed the previous night, and she had always wondered about BDSM. He was offering her a way to explore the part of herself she’d buried for so long.

“Do you have a blank checklist here?”

His gaze nearly burned her with its intensity. “I’ll print one off.”

Thirty minutes later she sat in his kitchen looking over a checklist, thinking to herself she had no business even attempting to fill one out. Daniel sat across from her, reading. He’d wanted to leave her alone while she completed the form, but she’d asked him to stay.

“Have you done all these things?” she asked.

“Not all, but I’ve done a lot.”

He said it matter-of-factly, like he was talking about riding a bike, rather than kinky sex practices. She glanced down at the list trying to picture him doing some of the things to her.

“There’s just, so much, you know?”

“Don’t let it overwhelm you, but whatever you do, don’t mark everything ‘Like to try.’ Everyone has limits. Establish yours.”

“Trust me, I have several hard limits marked.”

“No one should ever violate your hard limits. Discuss? Yes. Violate? Never.”

She set aside her pen for a moment. “That brings up a question—what happens if a Dom violates someone’s hard limit?”

“In our group, the individual in question would be forbidden to participate in anything we did and we’d inform others in the BDSM community as well. Depending on the offense, there might be other punishments inflicted.” His expression and tone of voice underscored how seriously he felt about the matter.

“I have a feeling you mean something more than being put over your knee.”

“By the time I finished with them, an over-the-knee spanking would be viewed as a reward.” The corners of his mouth lifted again. “Speaking of limits and spankings and knees, how’s the list coming?”

“Almost done.”

She went back to work, finishing up the remaining items and sliding the list across the table. Daniel took the piece of paper that had been sitting beside him and handed it to her.

“I wanted you to fill yours out without looking at mine. I didn’t want your list influenced by mine at all.”

She tentatively picked up his list and looked it over.

Holy shit, he hadn’t lied when he said he’d done a lot on the list.

Her eyes scanned the page for her hard limits to see how they matched up with his. “You have fire play listed as ‘likes a lot’?”

“Yes,” he said, reading over her list. “And I’m not surprised it’s a hard limit for you.”

“I know it’s not just lighting people on fire, I just—” She shivered. “No, thank you.”

He chuckled. “Keep in mind, limits can change. We can redo and revise as needed.” He spent a few more minutes reading over her list before speaking again. “If you’re still wanting to play and explore, I’ll look this over in more detail this week. You could come by next Saturday and we could play.”

Every nerve in her body responded to his words.
Yes!
Her heart raced and her breathing came in shorter breaths. She realized in that moment she wanted nothing more than to submit to Daniel. She wanted to be the one yielding and she wanted to yield to him.

Even though he sat across the table from her, she felt his presence as clearly as she did the night before when his hands were fisted in her hair while she knelt before him.

“Do you exchange checklists with everyone you play with?” she asked.

He leaned onto the table so his body rested on his arms. “Yes, everyone. You should never play with anyone before talking about limits. And as a senior member of the local club, I strongly recommend you get to know anyone before entering into a serious relationship.”

“Trust me. I’m all about the slow. I won’t be asking for a collar or anything any time soon.”

She meant for her words to put him at ease, to assure him she wanted to walk into the exploration with tiny baby steps. Yet when she mentioned a collar, his hands fisted on top of the table and then went back to normal so quickly, she wondered if she imagined it. She glanced up to his eyes. Calm and even, but something lurked behind them, she was certain.

“I think next Saturday is a great idea,” she said. “But I was wondering one more thing for today.”

He relaxed slightly. “Yes?”

“Will you show me your playroom?”

•   •   •

D
aniel was glad he didn’t have any liquid in his mouth. As it was, he nearly fell out of his chair. “What?”

She looked all innocent-like. “Sasha said you had one. I’ve never seen one. I thought I’d ask.”

Yes, when she put it like that, it made sense. He supposed it wouldn’t be unheard of for him to show a person interested in submission a playroom. His only fear was that once he got Julie in his playroom, he would never want her to leave.

He rose to his feet. Best to do something about his growing erection before showing her the playroom. “I washed your clothes from last night. I’ll go get them and we can meet back here in ten minutes or so?”

After giving her the clothes, he spent the next ten minutes forcing his body into something resembling control. First, he took her checklist and firmly placed it on his nightstand. He wouldn’t look at it again until she had left. Then and only then would he memorize it while planning for the weekend to come.

Secondly, he gave himself a stern talking-to. He reminded himself that Julie was extremely new to BDSM, had no prior experience, and that he was putting himself in a situation that required delicate handling. One wrong move and not only would he lose her, but he could damage the beautiful submissive he clearly saw buried within her, yearning to be free.

By the time he made it back to the kitchen, where she was already waiting, he thought he was in a fairly decent frame of mind. Julie appeared caught between nervousness and excitement, both underlined with a hint of lust.

He held out his hand. “Ready?”

Tentatively, she took it and he led her to the basement stairs. How did one go about this? he wondered. If he mentioned women were typically naked when they entered his playroom, would that only bring to her mind the fact he’d had other women? But of course she would know, he argued with himself. She knew him to be a Dom.

Still, he finally decided, knowing it and having him mention it were two totally different things.

He remained quiet.

When they stood before the closed door, he silently recited the pledge he always did before entering.

May I be found worthy of the submission given to me in this room.

May I remember it is a gift and not a right.

May I never punish in anger, speak without thinking, or act without knowledge.

May I never forget that in order to master another, I must first master myself.

Finally calm, he looked to Julie, waited for her to nod, and opened the door.

He tried to imagine he was looking at the playroom for the first time. Would she take in the beige walls first or the equipment?

Julie let go of his hand. “Can I look around?”

“Sure.” He stuck his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t be tempted to hold on to her. “I’ll just stay here. Let me know if you have questions.”

She amazed him with both her curiosity and the easy way she took the lifestyle in stride. She walked around slowly, staring at the padded table, lightly running a finger on it. She stopped before his collection of floggers and didn’t touch, but seemed to take note of each. He tried hard not to envision using one on her.

Later, he told himself. When she was more accustomed to identifying as a submissive. After he had more of a handle on what she liked, what she craved.

She shivered when she moved on to the wall where masks and gags hung. He didn’t think it was a shiver of pleasure. The cane collection got a cursory nod and she tilted her head as she inspected the padded bench. She appeared so at ease with everything, it caught him off guard when she stopped short at the whipping post.

“What’s that?” she asked in a whisper.

Her voice held a note of anxiety he hadn’t anticipated. In less than two seconds, he was at her side, a hand on her shoulder. “Julie?”

“Is that a whipping post?”

He told her earlier a submissive had to be honest with her Dom. The reverse was also true. “Yes,” he said.

There was no mistaking her shiver at his affirmation. “Where you whip people?”

Silently, he cursed himself for being so blasé about her exploration of the playroom. “You can also use it for flogging and less intense play.”

“But you have a whip, like a bullwhip?”

He did, carefully tended to and practiced with weekly to ensure he stay proficient in its proper usage. “I think it’s time we left the playroom.”

“Show it to me.”

“No.”

“I marked the bullwhip as ‘won’t object’ on my list. Then I saw the . . . post . . .”

He breathed a sigh of relief; her reaction made more sense after she said that. “Sometimes we think we’re okay with something,” he said. “But when actually faced with it, we change our mind.”

“Just the thought of being strapped there, naked and exposed. Waiting . . . I want to change bullwhip to hard limit.”

“Yes, of course,” he said, but she didn’t move her gaze from the post.