Tara Me - Seduced by Fire

“There are so many ways I can make you feel good.” He gave her nipple a gentle flick and grinned at her moan. “So many ways I can play your body and make it sing.”

Her eyes were wide with desire and he knew he needed to get out of bed or else he’d take her again. Even knowing that, however, he stayed where he was, playing with her breasts until he was once more hard and she writhed against him.

He rolled them to their sides. “I want you again. Will you have me? I’ll be gentle.”

It would probably damn near kill him to be gentle, but he’d make himself for her. He could go slow and easy.

He hoped.

“Yes,” she replied, and then, with a wicked grin, added, “Please.”

“Naughty,” he said. “You know what it does to me when you say ‘please.’” He reached into the bedside table and got another condom. But looking down at it, he thought twice, then put it back in the drawer.

Julie looked crestfallen when he turned back to her.

“I’m afraid that sweet pussy of yours will impede my resolve to be gentle,” he said. “So I’m going to fuck your mouth and if you’re good, I’ll return the favor.”

Since she was already on the bed, he had her roll onto her back. He straddled her face, keeping a grip on the headboard for support. Looking down, he lined himself up with her mouth. Her lips parted and he slid inside her warmth.

He started with short, shallow thrusts. He didn’t know if she could take all of him in her throat, and he didn’t want her to choke trying to find out. Her tongue circled him as she tried to suck him deeper.

“So good,” he panted, speeding his thrusts up a bit. “Your mouth feels so damn good.”

Typically, he could hold out for a long time during oral sex, but he felt his release building quicker than normal. He looked down and watched his cock fucking her mouth. Watched as it slid in and out.

She reached up and cupped his balls. He knew then it was a lost cause.

“I’m going to come,” he panted, still thrusting. “If you don’t want—”

She must have understood where he was going, because she clamped her arms around his hips and pulled him close.

“Fucking yes, swallow what I give you.” He pumped a few more times, then held still as he shot his release in her mouth and down her throat.

From his position above her, he watched as she licked her lips when he pulled out. He swore he almost came again.

“Oh, Julie,” he said, sliding down her body, trailing kisses as he went. “That was so good.”

He pushed her legs open and knelt between them, careful of her pink backside. Very lightly, he nibbled on her sensitive flesh, pausing a few times to lick her clit. He swirled his tongue around her opening, teasing, and then plunged inside her with a long lick and a gentle suck.

Her hips bucked upward, but he kept her legs firmly spread, and repeated the actions again. Over and over, he licked and nibbled until her legs trembled and her heavy breathing became cries of pleasure. Only then did he focus his attention where he knew she desired him most, sucking hard. Her body shook his with the power of her release. He gave her one last lick and her legs trembled as if an aftershock hit her.

He crawled up her body, suddenly exhausted. She was still panting when he took her into his arms and kissed her softly. There was so much to say, so much to discuss, but she kissed him back, snuggled deeper into his embrace, and fell asleep within seconds. Unable and unwilling to do anything else, he closed his eyes and joined her.

Julie jerked awake immediately the next morning and looked around in confusion. Where was she? Sunlight poured in through a nearby window and she was in the middle of a huge bed.

Daniel’s bed.

Oh.

She rolled to her side and found him awake and watching her.

“Good morning,” he said with his charming smile.

“Morning.” She looked around the room, and the scattered clothing and tousled sheets brought back memories of the night before. Had he really spanked her? And then she spent the night at his house?

He pushed her hair back and kissed her cheek. “What has you looking so troubled so early in the morning?”

“I didn’t plan on staying last night.”

“Is there someone you need to call? Will they have the police out looking for me?”

“No, I don’t have a roommate, it’s just . . . I didn’t bring a change of clothes. And I don’t want to be an imposition.”

He pulled back and gave her what she was coming to recognize as his Dom stare. The one no smart person would argue with. “You aren’t an imposition. Don’t think of yourself like that. Besides, I’m glad you stayed last night.”

“You are?”

“Yes, now I get to fix you breakfast.”

“Can I help?”

He gave her a truly wicked grin. “Sure. Do you want to cook naked or should I see if there’s a spare T-shirt sitting around?”

She threw a pillow at him. “I’m not cooking naked.”

Before she could blink, she was on her back with him looming over her. “Careful now, you’re still in my bed. And you’re quite naked.”

Her butt still ached slightly from his spanking the night before and there was a delightful soreness between her legs. She knew she’d think about him just about every time she moved. And she wondered when they could do it again.

He nibbled her ear. “Is someone thinking naughty thoughts?”

“Yes, she is. You’re turning her into a wanton woman.”

“Just the way I like my woman to be.”

His woman. Is that what she was? She rather liked the sound of it. She had so many questions about submission, especially submission as it applied to him. But before she could decide which one to ask first, her stomach rumbled.

“Guess I better feed you before we go much farther on that wanton trail.” He gave her a quick kiss and then rolled out of bed. He strolled about the room, unconcerned with his nakedness. She scooted back up in bed so she could admire him better. His body would make a sculptor weep; his ass alone was enough to make her want to suggest they skip breakfast.

He slipped on a pair of sweatpants and brought her a long-sleeved tee. “I’m afraid the pants are too big.” He pointed to a door off to the side. “Bathroom’s in there. I’ll go start breakfast.”

Fifteen minutes later, she stepped into the kitchen, which already smelled of bacon. She wore his shirt, though she’d had to push up the sleeves and the hemline hung almost to her knees. She stepped beside Daniel and took over making scrambled eggs while he cooked the bacon.

He smiled. “Thanks.”

They worked in a comfortable silence. While freshening up in his bathroom, she’d feared breakfast would be strange. She’d wondered if it would be odd to sit at a table across from a man who’d turned her over his knee the night before. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t.

He watched her closely as she sat down, but then lifted the juice pitcher and poured her a glass. He was on his second helping of bacon before he asked, “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Great. Never better,” she said, knowing it was damn near the truth.

“If you need anything, you’ll let me know?”

She nodded and buttered another piece of toast.

“Julie.”

His eyes were serious when she looked up.

“One of the most important things you need to know is a submissive must always be completely honest with her Dom.”

“Is that what we are?” She wasn’t sure she wanted a label yet. It had only been one night. Surely it took more than a night to make one a submissive.

He seemed to be examining her before he spoke. “There is no formal agreement between us, but I did serve as your Dom last night.”

His words made her insides quiver. Her Dom. Just thinking it made her shiver.

“Do you still have the paperwork from the meeting?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“If you want to explore submission more, I meant what I said, but I’ll need you to fill out the checklist. I’ll give you a copy of mine.”

She put her toast down, suddenly not hungry. “Makes it sound more like a business transaction than a relationship.”

He reached across the table and took her hand. “I like you, Julie, and I want to get to know you better. We can leave it at that for now. But”—he stroked her hand with his thumb—“if you’re interested in exploring what you’ve always wondered about, we need to do it right.”

She felt safe with him, felt secure in his hands. She’d enjoyed the previous night, and she had always wondered about BDSM. He was offering her a way to explore the part of herself she’d buried for so long.

“Do you have a blank checklist here?”

His gaze nearly burned her with its intensity. “I’ll print one off.”

Thirty minutes later she sat in his kitchen looking over a checklist, thinking to herself she had no business even attempting to fill one out. Daniel sat across from her, reading. He’d wanted to leave her alone while she completed the form, but she’d asked him to stay.

“Have you done all these things?” she asked.

“Not all, but I’ve done a lot.”

He said it matter-of-factly, like he was talking about riding a bike, rather than kinky sex practices. She glanced down at the list trying to picture him doing some of the things to her.

“There’s just, so much, you know?”

“Don’t let it overwhelm you, but whatever you do, don’t mark everything ‘Like to try.’ Everyone has limits. Establish yours.”

“Trust me, I have several hard limits marked.”

“No one should ever violate your hard limits. Discuss? Yes. Violate? Never.”