Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
The connection between us is electric. His lips quirk up.
“And I’m kinda terrified.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s part of the thrill.” He throws some money on the table and stands. His arm loops around my waist when I stand. “I promise I’ll take care of you, Sparks. Do you believe that?”
I look up into his rugged face. Do I? Can I trust this guy with my body? My pride?
I think of how he managed me yesterday—not just the sex part, but the way he pinned me down to get the truth out of me. If only someone in my family had done that for me after the fire. Just pinned me down and asked what I knew. If I’d started it.
Would my life have been easier?
Hell, yes.
“Yeah, I believe it.” I reach around his waist and pat his rock hard ass. “Besides, I have you by the balls, right?”
His deep laugh is rich and it warms me from the inside. “Exactly, Sparks. As it should be.”
After a cab ride back to my place, he walks me to the door. When he doesn’t follow me in, I turn and lean in the door frame.
“Did you want to come in?”
“No. Tonight I’m going to kiss you at the door and send you to bed. We’re working tomorrow and I need you fresh. Next Tuesday when we’re on our three day break, I want you at my place at 7 p.m. sharp, ready to submit. If you don’t show, I’ll assume you changed your mind and I’ll never say another word about it. Understand?”
I nod.
“I need a yes, sir.”
Pussy clench.
I lean into his space so my breasts brush his shirt. “Yes… Daddy.”
His eyes darken. He snatches me up against him and claims my mouth with the same fervor he showed at the beginning of the evening. One hand palms my ass. I lift a leg and wrap it around his waist. Well, more like his thighs, because I can’t reach his waist.
I know he wants me—the evidence of his arousal pushes against my stomach—but he eases me back with a groan.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet. I can’t wait to find out if the rest of you tastes this good.” He moves back in, cupping my mons, rubbing the knuckle of his thumb over my clit.
I cry out, already close to orgasm, just from our conversation and the kissing.
He steps back again, though, smacking my pussy through my jeans. “Here’s a rule you’d better heed—no pleasure until after punishment. This pussy belongs to me. Don’t touch her unless I give you permission.” He reaches out and tweaks one of my nipples through my blouse. “I know you’re excited. You can think about how you’ll be punished, but no touching. You’re just going to have to let that energy build so you’re primed and ready for it when the time comes.”
I let out a growl of frustration and Blaze rubs my ear between his fingers, then tugs it gently.
“What do you say?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He liked it when I called him that last time. I’m not going to stop.
“Good girl. I promise I’ll make it worth it, Sparks.” He winks at me and steps back to shut the door.
Oh lordy. How will I survive until Tuesday? I’m already ready to explode!
Chapter 5
Blaze
By Monday, I’m supercharged. I’ve worked two more shifts with my little pyro, and I can’t wait to get my hands on her again.
I may have told Lia not to touch herself, but I didn’t hold myself to the same standard. And believe me, it was for everyone’s highest good. The team does not need a blue-balled captain running the show. I figure I’m doing the city a favor by jerking off twice a day to relieve the pressure.
Every time I even think about what’s going to happen Tuesday I get a boner the size of Lady Liberty. I’m also putting most of my mental energy into planning the date. Yeah, I’m calling it a date.
It’s the best kind of fantasy date I can imagine.
I guess that makes me the kinky motherfucker my ex-fiancée Samantha always accused me of being.
I have some weird dominance kink. Sure, I’m an alpha male in all aspects of my life. And I’m definitely protective—over-protective is what Samantha called me. But I’m also... kinked. Not sadistic. Not really. But spanking a girl gets me harder than a rock.
And I fucking love the idea of spanking her for real. Not just a couple slaps as foreplay, but a full-on punishment. The kind that leaves her begging for mercy and wide-eyed with submission.
Don’t try to get me to explain why.
There is no why.
It’s just the way I’m wired.
And before I saw the way Lia lit up over the idea of punishment, I thought it made me a sick bastard. That’s why she’s almost too good to be true. That’s why I can’t leave the girl alone, despite the risk to my career.