Seduced by Fire (8 page)

“Wow. It’s exquisite.”

“Yes,” he said, but when she looked at him, his eyes weren’t on the bed. They were on her.

She felt very small in the midst of his room, next to his huge bed and him. His eyes were intense with desire and his voice was coarse when he spoke again.

“Stay with me, Julie.” His arms came around her and his breath was hot against her ear. He nibbled her earlobe. “Let me show you the pleasures of my world.”

His erection pressed hard and heavy against her and chills shot down her back just from imagining what he wanted to do. She’d known by asking to see his bed, she’d be taking a step into a place she’d never been. To be dominated, was that who she was? Who she wanted to be?

“I don’t know.” She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air and taking in the all-male scent of the man whose arms surrounded her. “I’m . . . I’m a bit scared.”

His arms moved to her shoulders and he tenderly turned her to face him. “Look at me.”

His voice was gentle, but firm, and left her no choice but to look up and meet his eyes. “Daniel, I . . .” But she didn’t know what she wanted to say.

He slipped a finger under her chin, keeping her head steady and her eyes focused on his. One look at his firm, unyielding expression was all it took for her to remember Sasha’s claim that women dropped their pants after simply looking at him.
She no longer doubted her.

“Nothing will happen tonight that you don’t want,” he said. “If at any point you want me to stop, just say ‘red.’”

A safe word. She remembered from what Sasha had told her, that’s what it was called.

Holy hell, she was actually going to do this.

“Will you hurt me?” She couldn’t reconcile what she knew of Daniel with him inflicting pain on her. On purpose. But he was a Dom, wasn’t that what they did?

His thumb stroked her cheek, traced her lips, and a soft smile crossed his face. “No, not tonight. For now, I only want to show you the pleasure I can bring us when you trust me with your body.”

His words turned her knees to jelly and she swayed into him.
Us.
Funny how that made a difference. She felt wanting. Aching. Needy. She nodded.

“I need to hear the words, Julie.” His tone was firm, tinged with a hint of desire. “Say, ‘Yes, sir, tonight I’m yours.’”

Her throat felt dry, and she wasn’t sure she could speak. She licked her lips.

He waited, the epitome of patience, but somehow looking as though he knew she wouldn’t do anything other than what he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she finally whispered. “Tonight I’m yours.”

Joy, desire, and possibly relief flooded his expression, and then he pulled her gently to him. “Thank you. I’m humbled and pleased at your trust in me.”

His lips traveled from her ear, nibbled across her cheek, and came to rest against hers. The kiss started slow and easy, and she let him lead. Simply enjoyed the feel of him exploring her lips, enjoyed tasting him as he slipped inside. As the kiss deepened, she knew that while she’d been kissed many, many times before, never had anyone kissed her with such authority.

All too soon, he pulled back, and she nearly moaned at the loss of him.

“For the rest of tonight, unless told otherwise, you only speak when told to. Unless, of course, you need to say ‘red.’” His eyes had turned to blue steel once more. “Do you understand? You may answer.”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

A look of complete pleasure crossed his face and she knew she’d do damn near anything to keep seeing that expression. She felt herself swell with pride, knowing she’d addressed him correctly.

“Very nice,” he said. “Move to your knees.”

Her heart pounded so loudly, she was certain he could hear it.
This is nothing,
she told herself;
you’ve given blow jobs on your knees before.
But deep down, she knew it was nothing like she’d ever done before. Somehow the blow job she was about to give was completely different.

“Now, Julie.”

She scurried to drop to her knees in front of him, gulping huge deep breaths of air as she did.
I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.

“Look at me,” he said, and she realized she’d been staring at the floor.

The same pleasured expression filled his eyes and she felt herself calm under his steady gaze.

“You’re doing great,” he said, and an odd joy swept over her. “Are you okay? Shall we continue? You may answer.”

“Yes, I’m okay.”

The slight tilt of his head told her she’d done something wrong.

“Yes, sir, I’m okay,” she mumbled out, ashamed at how quickly she’d forgotten how to address him.

“Much better,” he said. “I can’t wait to feel that sweet mouth around my cock.”

Hot and damn. When he spoke like that, she couldn’t wait to take him in her mouth. But did she take his pants off or wait for him to tell her? She really wasn’t ready for this. How did women do it?

When you’re with a good Dom, an experienced one,
Sasha had said,
it’s almost like he can read your mind. Downright freaky.

Daniel’s hands came to rest on her head. “You’re thinking too much. Let yourself go. Trust me to take us where we both want to go.” His fingers rubbed her scalp and it was as if he hypnotized her with his words. “Empty your mind until I’m the only one who fills it. Just me, Julie. For this moment in time, I’m all that matters.”

She focused on the gentle tug of his fingers, the pull of his hands. Little by little, her worries and fears were swept away by his simple actions.

“That’s it.”

Ever so slowly, his hands dropped. She watched, mesmerized, as he undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down, then stepped out of them.

She hadn’t had time last week to look at him closely. Not so much a problem now, when his rather impressive erection stood inches before her. He looked longer and thicker than she remembered and she wondered briefly if she could actually take him.

“Suck it, Julie. Put my dick in your hot little mouth and suck.”

Yes.

His words turned her on and she wanted nothing more than to do as he commanded. She licked her lips and leaned forward, easing her mouth around his tip, and took him deeply. Above her, he inhaled, his hands fisted her hair.

His hips thrust gently at first, a slight push and pull. She sucked him as he withdrew and swallowed when he pushed in. Ever so easily, he worked himself farther and farther into her mouth. She had a slight moment of panic when he bumped against the back of her throat. She’d never learned how to deep throat and didn’t want to gag. Especially her first time with him.

He sighed and his hips stopped. “Much as I’d like to come in your mouth, I have other plans.”

He took a step back and lifted her head. “I need you to answer me, are you okay?”

How did his eyes grow so intense? Had they been like that before?

“Julie?”

“Yes, sir. I’m fine.”

Those intense eyes crinkled up at the corners as a smile covered his face. “Just fine? Answer, please.”

She found herself smiling back. “Slightly better than just fine.”

“Just slightly? Answer, please.”

Who knew a Dom could be such a tease?

Surely she could tease, too. “Well, if you must know, I’m slightly disappointed you’re the only one who’s half- naked.”

“All in good time, my sweet. Trust me.”

She realized at his words that she did, she did trust him. It was both scary and reassuring at the same time. How was that possible?

“Are you thinking of something other than me again?” At his firm voice, her thoughts fled.

Her mouth opened and a “No, sir” almost slipped out before she realized he hadn’t explicitly told her to answer. She tightened her lips into a line.

He gave a husky chuckle. “Smart girl. Although for a minute there I thought you’d make a mistake, and I was looking forward to turning you over my knee and spanking your ass until it turned a beautiful shade of pink.”

No one had ever spanked her before. She wouldn’t have thought she’d have liked it, but his words left such an image in her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like.

“Would you like that?” He took a step toward her and circled her, like a lion teasing his prey. “Me putting you over my knee?”

He unbuttoned her shirt, and she shivered as he pushed it off her shoulders. “Spanking you?” He deftly unsnapped her bra and ran his thumbs over her nipples. “I don’t even need you to answer, your body tells me all I need to know.” Two steps and he was behind her, whispering, “I bet you’re wet already, just at the thought of it.” A strong hand cupped her ass. “Imagine me doing it.”

She almost moaned, because suddenly, she wanted it. Wanted to feel his hand spanking her.

He remained behind her, his hands traveling across her shoulders, down her chest, gently cupping her breasts, and dipping to her waist before moving up her body and back down again. All the while his whispers were wicked. “I think I’d sit on the bed and watch you strip for me, but I’d keep my clothes on the entire time. That way when I commanded you to position yourself across my lap, you’d feel the roughness of my clothing against your bare skin.”

One of his hands slid between her still-clothed legs and cupped her, his thumb pressed against her clit. She rocked into him.

He nibbled her earlobe and continued. “I’d play with your pussy while I situated you just so. Tease you, never quite giving you what you craved. All the time reminding you what a naughty, naughty girl you’d been. How naughty, naughty girls deserved to be punished.”

She was practically at the point of begging him to take her. To do something.
Please.

She let out a gasp when he landed a soft swat to her backside.

He chuckled. “I’d start slowly. Gentle pats to warm your skin. Make you sensitive. Gradually, I’d get harder and harder. Maybe spank your pussy a few times. Even better, I’d fuck you with my fingers. You’d like that.”

Oh, hell, yes. She most certainly would. She wanted it right then and there.

But he wasn’t ready to give it to her yet. “I’d spank that beautiful ass just up until you’re about to come from my hand and fingers alone. And do you know what I’d do then? Answer me!”

Her voice trembled with need. “No, sir.”

He moved to stand before her, made sure she was looking at him. “I’d put you on your back, so you could feel the sting of my spanking while I spread your legs and fucked you senseless.”

She exhaled in a ragged gasp.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Answer please.”

“Yes, sir.”

She would like it a lot. Guilt flooded her.

She dipped her head, but he wouldn’t allow it. With one finger he lifted her chin.

“Look at me, Julie.”

She could do nothing else.

“There’s no shame in anything we’ll ever do together.” He traced her lips with his finger. “If we both agree to it and we enjoy it, there is no room for guilt. Understand? Answer me, please.”

Anything resembling guilt or shame faded with his touch. “Yes, sir.”

“Say it again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Louder.”

“Yes, sir.”

His hand dropped to his side. “Don’t ever feel badly for admitting what you need.”

She stood, waiting for him to say or do something, and watching as he stripped his sweater off. He was just as breathtaking as he’d been the previous weekend. Maybe more so, because she knew more now.

“Your turn,” he said. “Take the jeans off.”

While she’d undressed in front of men before, somehow doing so under Daniel’s watchful gaze made every step of the act one hundred times more intense.

“What lovely panties,” he said when she’d stepped out of her jeans. “Did you wear them especially for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

For several seconds the words hung in the air between them. Daniel tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

Damn it.

His voice was soft, but firm. “Did I ask you to speak? Answer me.”

“No, sir.”

Her heart pounded in her throat. What was he going to do? Laugh and say she was a sorry excuse for a submissive?

“And after I finished telling you what I’d do if you spoke. It’s almost as if you want me to spank you.”

She trembled with excitement, dread, and anticipation.

He walked to the bed and sat down. “Take the panties off and come sit down beside me.”

Her jaw nearly hit the floor. Was he going to spank her or not? And how strange would it be to just sit on the bed with both of them naked?

“Now.”

Strange or not, it’s what he requested and she wasn’t nearly ready for the evening to be over yet. Slowly, she reached down and stripped her panties off, all the while aware of his intense stare. She would have expected to be self-conscious, but she wasn’t. She felt empowered.

She dropped the panties to the floor, walked to the bed, and sat down. He placed a hand on her upper thigh and squeezed.

“In a power play scene, there are rules. For example, tonight I indicated you weren’t to speak out of turn. When rules are broken, there are consequences. I’m going to spank you for speaking, unless you want to stop. Which I will do, no explanation needed.”

He was offering her a way out. She knew she could say “red” and he would stop, but he was telling her that wasn’t even needed. She looked at him, met his gaze: calm, controlled, and filled with heat.

“You can speak freely now.”

She wanted to taste this world; she wasn’t about to stop now. Couldn’t stop now. She glanced to the floor. “I don’t want to stop, sir.”

“Look at me.”

The rough command of his voice caught her off guard. Was he angry? There didn’t appear to be any sort of ire in his expression.

“You don’t know how much hearing you say that pleases me. Never doubt that you’re a strong, brave woman.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The hand on her thigh caressed her roughly. “Now there’s the matter of your punishment.”

Hell, it shouldn’t turn her on so much when he said that.

“I want you to lie down over my knees. Wrap your arms around my calf. And lift your ass as much as possible.”