Torched: A Rough Firefighter Romance Page 5

  My blood was pumping, my nipples so erect that they were aching. I tried to act nonchalant but even the way he was looking at me, taking the upper hand was breathtaking. “What else does Fred enjoy or require from his submissive?”

  He shifted even closer until we were only inches apart. “He prefers to tie his submissive, blindfolding her as he doles out what pleasures he deems appropriate. But that’s only if she’s been a very good girl, pleasing him in all manners.”

  His drink arrived, and he turned his attention to it for a few seconds, allowing me to catch my breath. I had to admit, I was enjoying this game. “What do you constitute as being a good girl?” I noticed the concept of Jane was suddenly off the table.

  He took several sips before answering. “May I be frank?”

  “Of course.”

  “I enjoy having a woman take her time sucking my cock, her tongue rolling over my balls, creating the perfect pressure. I appreciate her ability to deep throat, holding me in her mouth.” He took another sip, clinking the ice in the glass. “But what I enjoy the most is feasting on a woman’s pussy, toying with her, making certain her clit is swollen, her pussy wet, ready for anything I command.”

  I was forced to swallow, trying to control my breathing. It was as if he was reading my mind.

  “Is that something you enjoy, Jane?”

  “Very much.”

  “Do you also appreciate having a man’s fingers in your pussy, in your tight little ass?”

  The game had just moved to an entirely different level. “As much as I love being whipped when he fucks me, his cock in my asshole, a thick leather strap slapping against my ass and thighs.” The words were blunt, more so than I could say to anyone I knew.

  “And do you enjoy having your pussy whipped?” Now, his eyes were slanted, desire furrowing into something more savage.

  How could this man see through me? “Yes. There’s nothing like the sting, the burn just before he slides his mouth over my pussy lips, sucking, drinking my cream.”

  He fiddled with his glass, twisting and turning, his long fingers gripping tightly. When he spoke, his words were little more than a whisper. “Tell me the truth. Have you been a bad girl, Jane?”

  “Horribly bad. In so many ways.” Wherever this was leading, yes, I wanted to explore. Could this be considered reckless? Absolutely. Did I care? The jury was still out.

  “Then I think you require a hard whipping. Don’t you?”

  I hesitated, thinking about all the reasons that I should end this conversation, leave and go to my nice little home, and lock myself behind closed doors. I was the responsible one, the woman who followed the rules, but my desires also required my attention. With this man, I didn’t need a mask, other than my fake name. “Yes, I do.”

  “Then you’re going to call me sir and obey everything I command you. Without question. Agreed?”

  I took another sip of wine. “Yes, sir.” The air remained heavy around us, neither moving for at least thirty seconds.

  Taking a deep breath, he rose to his feet, holding out his hand. I could tell he was deadly serious.

  “I don’t live too far away, but I have my bike just outside. Care for a ride?”

  The offer was blatant, ridiculous, but one I couldn’t refuse. If Karen knew him then the guy was at least on the up and up. He was also dangerous. “I’d love one.”

  The ride was on a massive Harley and as I wrapped my arms around him, pushing my pelvis against his ass, I was startled at the continued tingling sensations. He maneuvered the bike through the streets, going just over the speed limit, the rumble of the engine going straight into my pussy. I was so alive, so invigorated. The wind whipping against my face, the way he felt crushed up against my breasts was sexy as hell, creating a series of unbridled desires. I’d never been on a Harley and the experience was exhilarating, reminding me how dangerous this situation truly was. Closing my eyes, I allowed my imagination to soar, wanting nothing more than to draw him into my world, releasing my pent-up cravings.

  He rolled down another street, finally slowing down, and turning onto a gravel driveway. The house was offset from the road, trees surrounding the entire property. My nerves were rattled, and I was almost ready to back out, but the little voice inside my head pushed me on. This was one night, nothing more. We’d never see each other again and he’d have a difficult time tracking me down. I’d learned a few things working in law enforcement, including methods of hiding my identity.

  Or at least my address.

  After parking the bike, he took my hand, leading me to the front door. The night air was crisp, the fragrance of magnolias and night-blooming jasmine creating an even more surreal environment. There were no exterior lights, only the half-moon to highlight his face, but there was no mistaking what he hungered for. We were two people with the kind of longing few could ever find. When we were inside, he tossed his keys on the kitchen table, turning on the light over the stove. When he walked closer, crowding my space, his expression was carnal. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, sir.” The words were easy to say, as if he’s already gained my trust. In the warm amber light, his face was still half shadowed, but I was able to appreciate his carved cheekbones, high forehead, and full lips meant for kissing. My nipples were completely swollen.

  He gently placed his hand on my face, rubbing his thumb across my cheek before moving to my mouth. His breathing was heavy as he pressed his callused finger across the seam of my mouth. “If you say no, I’ll stop what I’m doing. I won’t hurt you, at least any more than you already desire.”

  I wrapped my hand around his wrist, rubbing my face against his skin, my breath shallow. “You won’t have to worry about that, sir.” I pulled his finger into my mouth, keeping my eyes pinned on him as I sucked on his long digit, my tongue dragging back and forth. The taste of him created a wave of heat under my breasts, and along the back of my neck. I pulled his finger in and out, every move sensual. Ever so slowly. I could tell I’d ignited more than one fire.

  “You are so bad, Jane,” he murmured, the sound laced with a throaty husk.

  The moment was enjoyable, sending quivers down my legs as I moved to another finger, licking and sucking, inching closer.

  Fred snapped his other hand around my neck, weaving his fingers through my hair before yanking me closer. “God damn, I want you.” He forced his fingers out of my mouth, dropping his head and crushing my lips. He used the power of his upper arm to drag me onto my toes, the kiss fueled by the game, the mysterious concept.

  I gripped his shirt, pulling and tugging as he thrust his tongue against mine. He wasn’t taking no for an answer, not at this moment. In fact, he was claiming what had been promised to him.

  One. Bad. Girl.

  Sliding my other hand between us, I stroked his cock, moving my fingers up and down in a fevered motion, savoring his hardness. The way he throbbed against my hands, pulsing, his shaft pushing hard against the tight confines left my mind in a beautiful fog. I had to have him. I wanted nothing more than to please him.

  The raucous act continued, teeth gnashing during sloppy, wet kisses. He yanked back my head, issuing a low-slung growl as he open-mouthed my neck, scraping his teeth across my skin. He took several steps, pushing me backwards, his hand sliding under my dress and squeezing my buttocks.

  “Oh...” I pumped my hand up and down his crotch as I clung to him, beads of perspiration already forming along my hairline. This man was crazed with hunger. I spread my legs as he ran his finger down the crack of my ass, leaving me ready to beg him to whip me, fuck me.

  Fred nuzzled his face into the shadows of my breasts, moving his head back and forth, the tip of his tongue leaving a wet trail. His heavy breathing created goosebumps along every inch of naked skin and I could no longer focus or think clearly.

  “Yes. Yes!” I struggled to unbuckle his belt, allowing my fingers to roam over the thick leather, scratching the surface with my nail. A slight hint of the well-worn material c
logged my senses, making my mouth water. I craved the leather slapping against my ass as much as his thick cock buried in my pussy. There was no need for embarrassment regarding my dark desires, not around this man. He yearned for exactly what I did.

  A slight shift and he twisted my body, forcing me over the kitchen table, his hand still planted firmly around my throat. I threw out my arms, my hands smacking against stacks of mail, and something metal. As the pieces floated to the floor, a pinging sound filtered into my ears. He had my face pressed against the cool wood, unable to move, but I had no desire to get away.

  He chuckled darkly as he yanked my dress up to my waist, issuing several hard smacks to my ass with his hand. With every hard slap, he made an animalistic sound. “This is what you want, Jane?”

  “Yes, sir.” The pain was exquisite, sending a rush into every cell. I thrived on certain aspects of agony: biting stings along portions of my skin, the inability to sit without being reminded of his powerful domination, his protection. I moaned as he smacked me again. And again. The force shoved my belly into the edge of the table, knocking the wind out of me. I grabbed the other side of the table, my nails digging in, my eyes closed.

  “You’re going to learn your lesson,” he half whispered.

  I could only smile as I felt his finger slip under the thin elastic of my thong. The snap of his wrist mixed with the slight ripping sound created by my shredded panties.

  Fred issued a series of hard spanks, moving from one ass cheek to the other, the action tempered, so practiced.

  I gasped for air, every muscle twitching in anticipation. I wanted him to be brutal, to whip me with vehemence. I was rewarded with the sound of his belt being yanked from the dense loops, whooshing into the air the moment it was freed. The beautiful eagerness furrowing into my mind was almost perfect.

  He leaned over, blowing hot air across my cheek, his hand still holding me down, refusing to let me go anywhere. “You’re all mine, sweet Jane. Your lips. Your nipples. Your pussy. Your ass. You belong to me.”

  The words were more like music playing over and over again in my mind. “Yes, sir. Yours.” He chuckled in a dark and almost demonic manner as he slid the leather strap down my naked arm and across my bottom, pushing the end against my pussy. As he rubbed back and forth, I almost came, every synapsis in my body raging. I bucked, opening my legs even wider. I wanted that amazing feel of the strap slapping against my pussy. I craved the anguish riding through me.

  Fred tugged the strap down the inside of my thigh then a split second later, I heard a cracking sound just as the belt hit my backside.

  “Oh!” The pain was raw, invigorating. Blinding. And I wanted more. He smacked me several times and all I could concentrate on was the whooshing sound, the moment of nirvana.

  I could feel the heat increasing on my naked skin, knew I’d be marked at least for a period of time.

  “I love the color blooming on your bottom,” he whispered.

  My heart racing, I held my breath as he issued four more, one coming after the other.

  “Have you learned your lesson yet?” he asked. He was caressing my skin, this time his fingers so gentle.

  “I...” I wasn’t entirely certain I’d answered. The belt jolted my senses as it was sliced against my upper thigh and I realized he’d let go of my neck when I pushed up from the table. “Oh, God.”

  He rubbed the warm leather between my legs again, soothing me, allowing me to catch my breath. “What do you want, sweet Jane? Tell me in vivid detail.”

  “Fuck me. Please, just fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock sliding into me.”

  Fingers slipped inside my wet heat, pumping in a methodical motion, sliding in and out.

  “Mmm...” Even the way his large fingers filled me could bring me to an orgasm.

  “Is this what you enjoy?” Fred thrust harder, flexing his fingers open. “Or this?” When he pushed the tips inside my ass, wiggling, I opened my mouth issuing a silent scream.

  “Yes. God, yes.” The way he was fucking my asshole sent a shower of electricity into every muscle. I was weak, my entire body trembling.

  “Not yet. Stay where you are.” His voice boomed in the room and I knew immediately he’d pulled away.

  I was almost disoriented yet remained in position, obeying his command—his pointed direction. His warm hands pulled my feet to the floor, his fingers dancing across my prickled skin. During the spanking, my heels had fallen off, leaving me barefoot, his body towering over mine. He didn’t utter a word as he pulled the dress over my head, unfastening and removing my bra with ease. I was aware I was completely naked in front of a stranger, a man who’d just given me one of the best rounds of discipline I’d had in months. I didn’t care. I was crazed with lust, insane with need. Everything about this man was like a potion, making me drunk, my head spinning.

  He turned me to face him and even through hazy eyes, I could tell the look of him had changed, his eyes somehow darker, his expression more commanding. He used a single finger to trace down the vein in my neck, moving to my collarbone then between my breasts.

  I was lost in a wild desire, craving his touch more than I could dare imagine.

  Every move was more intimate than the one before, his actions calculated. “If we do this again, I’m going to spend time on your nipples.”

  The promise was scintillating, deliciously deviant. “Yes, sir.”

  Taking both nipples between his fingers, he pinched and twisted, moving his head from side to side as he watched me. Studied me.

  I panted, issuing a single whimper before biting my lower lip. I could feel my body was swaying, sense the perspiration over my lip. He eased me back onto the table, spreading my legs wide open and pushing them back. Without being asked, I wrapped my hands around my ankles, wincing as my reddened skin made contact with the table.

  Fred yanked a chair into position, thumping down, his hands riding up the backs of my thighs. “With pain comes pleasure, at least for sweet girls who’ve paid their penance.” The growl barbaric, he engulfed my pussy, his mouth wide open, his tongue finding my clit.

  “Oh!” I dug my fingers into my skin as he ate, feasting on me in a manic crazed hunger. His tongue swirled around my clit, his mouth sucking on the tender tissue until I was swollen. I tossed my head from side to side as he slipped fingers past my pussy lips, thrusting hard and fast.

  The way he dragged his tongue all the way and down drove me wild, my body jerking with every swipe. I felt fingers moving to my darkened hole and I stretched my legs even wider, closing my eyes as he thrust past the thin wall of muscle. I let out an intense wail, anguish moving quickly to utter bliss. My heart raced, thudding echoes into my ears and he refused to stop. He wanted me ready to explode, to fill his mouth with my cream.

  His husky sounds became a series of growls as he wiggled his head, fingers and tongue pumping, licking. Then I heard his single command.

  “You will come when I tell you.”

  So demanding.

  So controlling.

  I was unable to answer him. There was no breath left, no way of focusing on anything. The climax raced up my legs and I tried to be a good little girl, to hold back, but I jerked up from the table, my exclamation sputtering toward the ceiling. “Please let me come. Please.” Oh, God. Oh, God!

  Just before he buried his head, I was able to gain sweet relief. “Come!”

  I jerked up from the table, my mouth open, my eyes closed. The orgasm was powerful, coming in wave after wave, leaving me spent, so sated. He brushed his lips across the insides of my legs, creating another series of quivering sensations, his breathing ragged.

  Then only seconds later, he leaned over me, lifting my legs once again. As he thrust his cock deep inside my pussy, my muscles immediately clamped around the thick invasion. He threw his head back, issuing an intense roar, his body shaking.

  He fucked me. This wasn’t making love and it wasn’t soft or romantic. This amazing, rugged, and dark man drove his co
ck as deep inside, as hard as possible and with enough force that I was taken to the kind of ecstasy reserved for the greatest love affair, the man who knew you were destined to be with for the rest of your life.

  Only he was still a stranger.

  And this had nothing to do with love.

  Chapter Four

  Blaise

  “Where in the hell were you last night? I called twice,” Jake asked as he swung into the locker room, giving me an evil eye.

  “I had a day off. Told you that. A few things I had to do. When did you call?” I wasn’t ready to be peppered with questions. I’d listened to Jake’s voice mail. I’d known what he wanted—another round with Becca with me as an addition. I just didn’t want the same thing. My thoughts drifted to Jane and the amazing time we’d shared together, as well as the way I’d let go with her. I couldn’t believe I’d said certain words and in truth, meant every one of them.

  Then karma had intervened, kicking my ass hard.

  A gorgeous stranger.

  I had no idea who she was.

  Again.

  How could I do this twice without finding out exactly who she was?

  Damn it!

  The kind of electric connection that left my palms sweaty, my libido shooting straight into overdrive. My cock twitched just thinking about the incredible night, and the words I’d said with such ease. I’d meant every one of them.

  “You’re all mine, sweet Jane. Your lips. Your nipples. Your pussy. Your ass. You belong to me.”

  And the way she’d reacted, her eyes glistening with desire and her hands touching me. Even after I’d fucked her sweet pussy, she’d hungered to suck me, taking every inch of my cock into her hot, wet mouth, making me come so hard a second time. We hadn’t exchanged numbers or even talked about getting together again. We also hadn’t promised anything to each other.

  I’d find her, one way or the other. At least she knew where I lived.

  “Last night, dumbass.” He walked closer, darting a glance over his shoulder and keeping his voice low. “Becca wanted company last night. I thought you were interested.”