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)
“Um, wouldn’t that be reason enough not to do it? Plus, making things public would ensure they never let us work together, no matter what,” I say, even though I’ve already decided to go to the training Blaze signed me up for. I think his instincts for me were actually dead-on, I was just too busy being pissed to realize it.
“Yeah, that’s true,” Scott agrees. “Okay, no ladder and roses. We’ll just go in like it’s a kidnapping. We’ll throw a bag over his head and wrestle him out.”
“No, no, no wait,” James exclaims. “First we truss Elmore up and then we offer him like a hostage exchange.”
“Perfect,” I agree. I glance over my shoulder and find them all smiling, including Elmore, who is offering his wrists up to be bound.
We pull up in front of their station and get out, shoving our hostage in front of us while we walk, gang-style into the open bay.
“Your captain for our captain, right now,” Scott yells. “Unless you want us to throw him in the Hudson.”
Chuckles greet us. Their crew saunters out, including Blaze who appears, scratching his handsome jaw. His gaze dances over me, and when I wink, a broad grin creases his face.
We pull the paper bag—all we could find—off Captain Elmore’s head and I attempt to put it over Blaze’s, which forces me to jump like a little kid. Fortunately, Blaze lowers down to make it easier for me, his blue-eyed gaze burning into mine, lighting a fire in my low-belly, a tingling between my legs.
His gaze promises retribution, play—so much more.
He even holds his hands out and we wrap a rubber tube—our makeshift rope—around his wrists. Then I take one of his elbows and Rocket takes the other and we escort him back to the fire truck.
Just as we get a call.
I flip on the sirens and we’re off—no time to hash things out or celebrate, just the team, reunited, doing what we do: save lives and put out fires.
Epilogue
Blaze
I finish my preparations and do a quick pickup of my apartment before Lia arrives.
Tonight is punishment number three.
I’ve been trying my damnedest not to move too fast again. And failing miserably. It’s been four weeks since Lia and the crew came to get me from the other station, and I’ve done everything I can to do this right. I’ve kept the kink to a minimum, let her lead.
To my delight, she did end up taking the certificate training to be a fire inspector, which is both wonderful and horrible, because she’s been too busy to hang out.
But she’s the one who asked me for this. Reminded me she still had a punishment coming.
She told me about her birthday—how her family already knew she was responsible for the fire and had forgiven her. I think her guilt is mostly gone. Which means tonight is purely for play.
I think that’s better, anyway. I don’t want her thinking I’m trying to fix anything.
She knocks on the door and I answer it. Even though I told her what to wear and should be prepared, my dick punches out like a flag when I see her schoolgirl outfit.
“In my bedroom—panties and shoes off, but leave the rest of that cute little outfit on. Then you’re going to go onto knees and forearms with your nose to the corner.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She flashes me a naughty smile—probably guessing she has me by the balls so hard right now.
I have to close my eyes and count to fifty to keep from following her right in. But I wait. I don’t even let myself squeeze my aching cock through my jeans. I’m going to make this night good for her—memorable. I walk stiffly—because my pants are too tight—to the kitchen and grab the ginger finger floating inside a bowl of iced water.
I did a little research—surfed the spanking porn—and came upon a thing called figging. It’s basically using a ginger butt plug as punishment. It causes a burning sensation in the anus, which seemed appropriate for my little pyro.
I open the door.
“Jesus fuck,” I curse. The sight of Lia nearly drops me to my knees. I’ve never seen anything so flaming hot in my life. She’s in the position I described, her ass lifted in the air, the navy uniform skirt flipped up on her back to give me the full view of her enticing bare ass and the sweet little pussy glistening below.
Now I can’t help but squeeze my cock. “Good girl.” My voice sounds scratchy. I kneel at her side and run my hand over her fine ass like it’s a masterpiece—which it is. Then I add my own color to the masterpiece by smacking, hard.
She grunts but stays in position. I slap each cheek, alternating, until pink handprints show up on her caramel skin. Then I use two fingers to pry her asscheeks apart and press the tip of the ginger finger I carved into the shape of a butt plug against her anus.