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)
What is? Having my ass filled with a butt plug? It is rather humiliating, but I’m not sure why it’s appropriate.
He walks to his dresser and picks something up. “You like to play with fire. I think you should experience a little burn.”
Ah.
He returns with a lit candle.
My body lights up like it’s seeing an old friend. I never thought of my pyromania as sexual, but in this moment, I’m so turned on by fire, I would orgasm with one touch. Blaze’s smile is warm—there’s nothing sadistic or frightening about his manner—not now, not ever. He stands over me and dribbles the wax on my belly. I jerk and shiver. My hips pop like I’m trying to fuck the air.
“You like that, don’t you, my little pyro?” The bulge of his cock tents his jeans, letting me know just how exciting he finds this.
“Yes, Daddy.” I want to beg him to touch me, but I also don’t want this to be over. Everything about the scene is beautiful and deep. It cuts right to the heart of who I am. What I need.
He spills a little more wax on my nipple and I cry out, the heat scorching. When I realize he’s watching my face intently, I nod. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “It’s good.”
“Is it?” He leans over and peels the flake of wax from my nipple to see the mark it left. He blows on the red splotch.
“It’s okay. Please, Blaze. Go on.”
He dribbles more, staying away from my breasts this time, concentrating on my belly, my thighs. Each drip is pure ecstasy—the initial scald, the quick cooling into a thrumming heat. He returns to my breasts, treats both to multiple dribbles of wax until I’m arching off the bed, straining at my bonds.
Then he moves to my pussy.
“Too late, I already waxed.” My joke comes out shaky because I’m swollen with excitement. He releases wax right over my clit. It hits my labia and sears into the crack. “Ahh.” My inner thighs shiver and clench, pussy and anus squeeze up tight. The sensation of the butt plug keeping my anus opens sends a second shudder through me.
Oh God, I really need to come.
I catch Blaze’s eye. “Please, Daddy. I’m so ready. I’m on fire.”
He squeezes his cock through his jeans. “Keep begging.” His voice is deep and rough. “I fucking love it, Sparks.”
I tug and pull at my bonds, wriggling and thrusting my hips. “Please, please, please?”
“You know where I’m going to fuck you, don’t you, baby?”
Oh yeah. That.
But I need him between my legs, not in my ass. My pussy is a quivering, wet mess, dying to be claimed.
He walks over to his dresser again, returning this time with a vibrator.
Oh yes, please! I didn’t realize I shouted it aloud.
Blaze chuckles and turns on the vibrator, stroking it over my slit like he’s petting me.
“Oh please, just once more, please.”
To my frustration, he shakes his head. “Not yet, little dragon. Your punishment isn’t over until you’ve had your ass fucked. And I forbid you to come until after you’ve been thoroughly punished.”
Oh lordy. That’s so hot. My eyes roll back in my head and a full-body shudder runs through me.
He unclips my ankles and wrists. “Turn over, baby.” I roll to my belly. He lifts my hips and shoves two pillows under them so my ass is high in the air. He spanks me—right cheek, left cheek, right, left, making the butt plug bounce and jostle, sending kicks of pleasure and urgency through me.
Another delicious prod with the vibrator over my sensitive bits.
“Reach back and hold your cheeks open for me.”
Um, what?
His request is totally humiliating and yet it sends another giant wave of lust kicking through me. I do as he commands, my fingers cool against my heated ass.
He pumps the butt plug in and out of my ass a few times, and I start moaning like a porn star, but then he pulls it out. “I’m going to go slow, baby. You tell me if it’s too much or you want more lube okay?”
“Okay.” My voice sounds small. I sure as hell hope he’s done this before. It definitely sounds like he has.
I hear the rip of a condom and the flip of the lube cap before I feel the slather of gel.
And then the punishment begins.
I’m bent over these pillows, holding my own ass open for the most humiliating form of discipline ever, and I love every second of it. His cock feels better than the plug—the velvet steel of his thick member stretches me wide again. He fills me, inch by inch. I moan and whine, my fingers twisting the covers of his bed.
It’s too intense—more than I think I can take, but it’s pleasurable, too. I don’t want him to stop and yet I can’t stand him going on.