Torched: A Rough Firefighter Romance Page 17

  Sliding my finger under her chin, I forced her to look into my eyes. I wanted to know more, to learn everything about her. “Nothing you do is stupid. I’m making a promise to you. I’ll never hurt you, not in that way. I hope you know that. I also don’t care about what men you shared any time with.”

  “If I thought you were like that kind of man, I wouldn’t be here.” Her smile was genuine, but she finally shook her head, a sneer crossing her face. “Let’s just change the subject. I could really use more wine.”

  As the waiter returned, hoping for our order, I noticed the altered state in her demeanor as well as in her haunted eyes. She’d endured a significant amount of pain, but I could tell there was more to her story. Don’t push. Let her be. Yeah, I was great at pushing. I shifted back in my seat as she laughed, trying to figure out what to order. She was still hiding behind her mask of steel, one I knew very well.

  “I don’t know if I’m cut out to do this job, but I am going to try to solve the crimes.” She made the statement as if she could never let the situation go.

  “I’ll help you all I can, even though I might get my ass into trouble.” We both laughed, breaking the tension.

  “What else do you want to know about me? What kinks I enjoy?” Her question was asked with a mischievous lilt, as if she’d placed the story as well as the past back in a padlocked box.

  “Why don’t we leave any other questions for later, but I do want to know all that kinky desire you have pent up in your brilliant mind. Besides, I do have a present for you.” I allowed the slight growl crawling up my throat to slide from my lips.

  “A present. Have I been that good of a girl already?”

  I rose from the seat, dragging the tip of my finger down her forehead to the bridge of her nose. “Be very good while I’m gone, or I’ll spank you inside the restaurant.”

  “Hmmm...”

  She didn’t ask where I was going, nor did she try to stop me. I’d planned on waiting until later to surprise her with the gift, but at this point, I needed air. Space.

  Time alone.

  Fuck me, I hated this shit. I made it outside before slapping my hand over my heart, taking several deep breaths. How was I supposed to share with her the tragedies of my past? How could she endure the knowledge that I felt the exact same way about myself?

  Two damaged people.

  Two hearts of steel.

  Recovery? Hell if I knew.

  I swallowed back bile and made my way to the truck. I wanted to be her friend as well as her lover. Did I even know how to be a friend? What I shared with Jake was typical guy shit, nothing that involved digging in deeper. I did know this with absolute clarity. I wanted to be her protector. Most important, I wanted to be the man she could count on. I slammed my hand on the side of the truck several times, until the pain snaking up my arm shoved aside the anguish in my heart. I loved this girl. Damnit all to hell, I loved her.

  Snagging the slender white box from behind my seat, I glared up at the moon before closing the door. Most men would find a trinket the woman he gave a damn about, a necklace or maybe a pin of her favorite dog. Me? Yeah, I chuckled. Our relationship was anything but conventional. Why should a present be any different? I fingered the box as I walked back inside, watching her from a distance. The rush of adrenaline was palpable, skittering current into my already tight muscles. My cock stirred at the almost evil thought of what I wanted to do to her. After taking quiet steps, I moved directly beside her, pulling her hair aside, blowing across her skin until she shivered. “Are you ready for your gift, my sweet submissive?”

  Her eyes were closed, her mouth pursed. “Very much so, sir.”

  “Then close your eyes.” I loved to hear her call me sir. Maybe I was a sadist or at the very least a man refusing to take no for an answer. Then again, she brought out the beast from deep within.

  She obeyed instantly, the slightest tic on the corner of her mouth more beguiling than usual. I wanted to ravage her, drag her into the bathroom and suck on her sweet pussy, licking her clit until she screamed. Will power and patience were definitely not one of my virtues.

  “Good girl.” Placing the box in front of her, I moved back to the seat, taking my time sitting down. Her eyes remained closed, her hands in her lap. My God, she was an incredible creature. Seeing her standing in the doorway of her home, the way the color of her dress highlighted the rosy tone of her skin and the color of her hair had almost prevented us from leaving at all. “You can look now.” Another thought entered my mind. She’d allowed me into her private world and giving me her address suggested trust.

  Could I trust myself to do the right thing by her?

  Genevieve opened one eye first, the most salacious expression crossing her face. Her long fingers toyed with the crimson ribbon before pulling the string. “You are full of surprises.”

  “Mmm... We’ll see what you think.” As she opened the box, sliding the pink tissue paper aside, I held my breath.

  She pressed the back of her hand over her mouth as a laugh bubbled to the surface. The majority of women would slam the box closed, fearful of embarrassment. This amazing woman did just the opposite, pulling the silver chain all the way out of the box, allowing the clamps to dangle back and forth like a pendulum. Even in the candlelight, the steel glistened, no doubt drawing attention. “For the perfect submissive.”

  “What every girl needs.” Flicking my finger against the woven chain, the slight tinkling gave her another laugh. “And we will use these later. On my command.”

  “I hope so. Sir.” She fingered the chain for several seconds before placing the nipple clamps back in the box. “Pain and pleasure.”

  “Agony and ecstasy.” I could feel my heart thumping against my chest, the intensity forming a haze over my eyes.

  “May I be excused?”

  The way she licked her lips, dragging her tongue back and forth in a lazy fashion was a tease. Or a blatant offer. “Yes.”

  “I’ll be right back, sir.” As she slipped away from the table, the dark craving surfaced. I knew where we were. I certainly understood the risks of being recognized, at least for her, but I wanted everything about this night perfect in every manner. I hesitated, waiting as well as telling myself that I was being reckless. What did I care at this point? If we were going to get over the ridiculous adversity, taking matters into our own hands, this was nothing in comparison to what might happen in the future.

  I took a long gulp of my drink, sucking on the ice before heading toward the bathrooms, taking long strides. There was no one in the hallway, no one stopping me as I moved into the woman’s restroom, waiting, positioned against the slick marble counter. There was no one else in the space, but in truth, I wouldn’t have cared if there was. I sensed she enjoyed at least some humiliation, allowing those to see she’d become a well-spanked woman. Fuck, I was horny, my skin burning from the vibrant sensations.

  When Genevieve opened the stall door, she didn’t seem surprised. In fact, I could tell she’d expected, or at least hoped that I would follow her.

  She inched closer, allowing her gaze to fall to my crotch. “Sir.”

  I said nothing as I cupped her face, pressing a series of kisses along her forehead and cheeks, moving to her mouth. The open kiss was light, barely touching. This was nothing but a primer. Exhaling, I lowered my head, sliding my lips up and down her neck as I lifted the hem of her dress. “You’re stressed.”

  “Mmmm... Yes, sir.”

  “Needing relief.”

  Her hand fluttered to my crotch, stroking until I was rock hard. I slapped my hand over hers, yanking her hand away. “Not yet. But you do deserve a spanking.” I wasted no time planting her waist over the edge of the counter and yanking her dress until it reached her midsection. Very gently I lowered her panties, inhaling the delicious scent of her pussy. She was wet, hot, and ready for much more.

  Genevieve’s lower lip trembled as she darted more than one glance toward the door. The warm flushing creepi
ng along her jawline was full of heat, and just a taste of embarrassment. She clung to the counter, her arms stiff. “Yes, sir. I...” With a slight shake of her head, she sucked in her breath. Waiting. Anticipating.

  I kicked her legs apart then rubbed my hand from the small of her back to the crease just under her buttocks before squeezing her firm ass. “You know that all women deserve harsh punishment.”

  Her eyes sparkled. “Yes, sir.”

  I smacked her ass cheeks, moving from one to the other, counting to six then stopping. There was no way to adequately describe the sting in my hand or the level of warmth encapsulating my skin.

  Opening her mouth, she panted, her body flinching every time I issued a hard spank. I pressed on her lower back, forcing her to bend further then yanking her hips further away from the counter. The next series of forceful spanks drove her up onto her toes, her pants becoming whimpers. Her entire face was now flushed, the blushing rose cresting all the way down her neck and disappearing into the bodice of her dress. I’d never felt more in control.

  She slapped her hand against the glass as I continued, a mist forming over her eyes. As her mouth twisted, her breasts threatening to fall away from the thin material, I spanked her upper thighs.

  I knew the door had opened, could hear the light strains of a Spanish guitar and in the periphery of my vision, I was able to catch a glimpse of the woman’s astonished expression. Yet she didn’t run away or even make a sound. The older woman simply moved further into the room, allowing the door to swing shut. And she was watching, her eyes drifting to my hand, blinking every time I spanked Genevieve’s bottom. I wanted my lovely woman’s ass so on fire she found it difficult to sit. The woman seemed to sense my needs, fishing through her oversized purse, making small mewing sounds until she wrapped her hand around what no doubt was a prize.

  I hadn’t realized the visitor had walked closer until I noticed the wooden brush being slid across the counter.

  “My husband used this. He made me carry it everywhere we went. Please. Feel free.” The woman slunk back, but her gaze never left the act of discipline. Genevieve’s lips were tight, but only to prevent herself from laughing.

  “Thank you. I’m honored.” The brush was worn, the wooden portion smooth from extensive use. The implement was the perfect weight and size and as I smacked Genevieve several times, making certain to target her sit spots and upper thighs, I marveled at the increased reddened glow. Every inch of my body was tight as a drum, the ache in my groin increasing with every hard slap.

  When I knew my sweet submissive had experienced enough, I took slow and even steps toward the stranger, handing her the brush with reverence.

  She smiled, her index finger rubbing across the bristles, her eyes holding a faraway look. When she promptly moved into a stall, I bit back the grumble rushing up from my throat.

  As I led Genevieve back to our table, she remained flushed, creating a dazzling shimmer. She sat down carefully, wincing then pressing her fingers across her mouth. I sensed a change in her, as if she had indeed let go of her past, the traumas, at least for tonight.

  The dinner conversation was light, leaving behind the anguish from our pasts as well as the concerns about fires in the city. We concentrated on getting to know each other on a different level, and merely enjoying the view. As we walked back to the truck, our fingers touching, I realized how at ease I was enjoying the simpler things, but the fact she brought out the dominating man inside could not be denied.

  She laid her head on my shoulder as I drove out of the parking lot. I knew exactly where I wanted to take her. Through various training exercises with the fire department, I’d learned about more clandestine locations surrounding the lake. As the moon highlighted our way, I drove deeper into the forest surrounding the populated spots, only my memory to guide me.

  The turnoff was denoted only by a single marker. I squeezed her leg when I made the turn, the tires crunching on the spread gravel. There was no one adventurous enough to be out here this time of night. At least that’s what I was banking on.

  Unbuckling her seatbelt, Genevieve gripped the dash, peering out the window. The low-hanging limbs crowded the truck, twigs snapping as I drove through. Even the full moon had difficulty snaking its way through the dense foliage. The slight clearing up ahead made my cock stir yet again. There were no other vehicles around, no intrusion on our time together. We were completely alone.

  “What is this place?” She whispered the question.

  “Came here with the team about six months ago for training in the water. It’s beautiful in the daylight, the water clear given the feed from a spring and just deep enough to enjoy taking a dip.” I pulled the truck to a stop, leaning over the steering wheel, able to see the glowing orb in the sky. I’d forgotten just how peaceful the place really was and tonight, as the light cascaded across the rippling water, I was mesmerized. Maybe we both needed a moment of peace, a quiet time spent together. We could simply forget who we were and what we were facing.

  “Can I go see?” She had one hand on the door handle, the other stroking my leg. “Please, sir?” Dancing her fingers up to my crotch, she rubbed up and down in fervent motions.

  “You keep doing that and you won’t be going anywhere.”

  “I’ll make it up to you in more ways than you can imagine.” Dropping her shoes, she scampered out of the truck, jumping down from the tall platform. I remained in the truck for a few seconds, her form highlighted as she headed to the edge of the water. For some reason the sadness crept back in, gripping a portion of my heart, even my mind.

  After a couple of minutes, I followed her down to the water’s edge, wrapping my arm around her as she gazed up at the moon. “What do you wish for?”

  “Too many things to mention. Love. Happiness. All the portions of life that everyone wishes for. What about you?”

  Exhaling, I had no idea how to answer the question. “Peace of mind.” Kissing the top of her head, I breathed in her perfume, hungering to have the scent of her fill my nostrils and cover every inch of my body.

  She licked the underside of my neck, a long sigh slipping past her lips. “A perfect choice.” Pushing away from me, she turned in a full circle, her arms thrown out to the side. Her face tipped toward the moon, as if the glowing orb would warm her skin. Murmuring, she tugged the dress over her shoulders, her fingers moving slowly until she dropped the material onto the ground. She purred, licking around her lips in an exaggerated fashion as she shimmied her hips back and forth, wiggling her panties until they reached the ground. Stepping out of them, she lifted her arms over her head, undulating her body.

  “Sweet Jesus.” As she twisted her body, dancing to an unknown beat, I was forced to take several deep breaths, my hand falling to my crotch. My balls were so tight, my cock aching more than ever. I clenched my jaw as she turned in a complete circle, swaying her hips in a provocative manner.

  Her arms slowly lowered, her hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. She continued making soft purring sounds as she pinched her nipples.

  I watched every second of the sultry dance even as I opened the door to the truck, retrieving the clamps. They felt cool in my hand, the metal squeaking as I tested the tight vises. Beckoning for her, I chuckled seeing her expression, one of awe, a darkening desire. As she closed the distance, I could hear her scattered pants, sensed her building excitement.

  Genevieve rubbed her body against mine, her own fingers toying with the chain. “For all bad little girls?”

  “Yes, including you. You’re going to suck my cock then I’m going to fuck you in the bed of my truck.” This wasn’t a question. This was a command.

  “Yes, sir.”

  The way her groin pushed against mine created a hard throbbing up and down the entire length of my shaft. I would fuck her soon. Damn soon. I flicked my fingers across her nipples then dropped my head, sucking on first one then the other. I loved sucking on her hard nubs, pulling them between my teeth.

  I s
lid the first clamp around her nipple, swirling in lazy motions before pinching the fastener. She remained unblinking as I positioned the rubber tips, keeping them wide open. “Biting pain. Intense pleasure.” When I let it go, her lower lip quivered, her head tossed backward. Her face shimmered in the moonlight and she lifted one hand toward her throat, dangling the tips of her fingers across her pulse.

  “You look beautiful in steel.” My husky comment gave her another slight smile and she closed her eyes as I positioned the second one. When I let it go, the slight creaking sound mixed with her lust-filled mews.

  Her body trembled, and both of her hands moved to my crotch, fumbling to release my cock and balls. She did so with ease then yanked my pants all the way down as she fell to her knees. I was vaguely aware she lifted each leg, freeing my legs from the constraints and when her hands rubbed the insides of my thighs, I let out an elongated hiss.

  She remained between my legs, blowing across my already heated skin, and rolling my balls through her fingers. I was splayed against the passenger door of my truck, enjoying every second of a gorgeous woman sucking my cock. I rested my head against the window, lazy eyes trying to stare at the moon.

  Her tongue darted back and forth, moving in small increments up the length of my cock. The second she engulfed my cockhead I let out a strangled roar. The woman gave the best damn head of my life. I allowed her to suck me, taking every inch deep into her scalding mouth for several minutes. Reaching down, I managed to snag the chain, pulling until she whimpered around my shaft, her eyes staring up at me, longing to please.

  My actions became brutal, my other hand placed firmly on the top of her head, face-fucking her, hips jutting forward. She took every hard plunge, my cock filling her slender throat, pumping hard and fast. As much as I loved the wet slick of her mouth, this wasn’t what I craved. I had to be inside of her, filling her. Fucking her. Yanking on my willpower I pulled out, guiding her to her feet. I took her hand, my fingers rubbing across hers as I walked to the back of the Ram. The tailgate down, I boosted her into the bed, thankful there was nothing secured, hindering what I was going to do to her.