Light Your Fire (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 21,283
1 Ratings (4.0)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HEA]

After a long night at work, Devin Russell comes home to find her neighbor, Mr. Willie, holding the sexy fireman Braedan Forsythe hostage because Willie thinks he’s a Nazi spy. Being punished for helping the neighbor find his lost dog, Braedan gets captured and bitten by General Patton, a West Highland Terrier. Devin has been attracted to the sexy fireman for a while now, but due to their varying schedules, hasn’t made an effort to get to know him better. After tending his wounds and a kiss hot enough to set her aflame, she is willing to let down her guard. After a previous relationship with a woman who wanted him to give up his career, Braedan has hardened his heart to most women. Braedan is used to women who know the score and how to take an order. Will Devin allow him to take control, or will she walk away?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Light Your Fire (MF)
1 Ratings (4.0)

Light Your Fire (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 21,283
1 Ratings (4.0)
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He towered over her. “What made you choose that outfit?”

Sweetly, well, honestly, it was with more sarcasm than sweetness, she replied, “I had just left Club Red, and I didn’t have time to change.”

“Bullshit, baby.” He leaned over her with his arms on either side of her head. She could see the green and golden flecks of color in his eyes. “If you’ve ever set foot in Club Red, I would let you tie me up and have me any way you could think of.”

“You do that often, Brae?” Honestly, the idea didn’t hold much of a thrill for her, but she didn’t see him giving someone else that kind of control over him.

“Never. It just proves that I think you’re full of shit.” His lips were so close to her ear. She shivered as his tongue traced the shell of her ear. “Besides, I was there before the party and never saw you.” His lips brushed against her neck. “And had I seen you, neither one of us would have made it to the party.”

“I did go there tonight after the party,” she whispered.

“But you didn’t go in, right?”

“How did you know?”

“I can always read a submissive. I can probably understand you better than you understand yourself,” he declared.

“Really?” She chuckled nervously. “What do I want right now?”

“My mouth, my touch,” he said, but he pulled away from her. “I’m not sure that you’d be able to handle my needs.”

“Which are?”

“Your complete and total sexual submission.”

“So everything has to be your way? I don’t get any say-so whatsoever?” Devin was appalled. Who the hell did he think he was?

“Sexually, yes. With other matters, I’ll be more flexible.”

“Can I have an example of your controlling me sexually?” While some of the things she’d read about sounded interesting, for real life, every single day, for as long as their relationship lasted? Wouldn’t sex get rather monotonous that way?

“I will give you your orgasms, not other men or a damned plastic toy, unless I’m operating the vibrator.”

“And if I did use my toys without your permission? Just how the hell would you really know?” She smirked at him, unable to prevent herself from defying him in this way.

“You must really want to feel my whip across your ass, baby, or you wouldn’t be trying to challenge me right now.”

“I’m not challenging you.” She paused for a second or two. “You really use your whip on your lovers?”

“I have submissives, not lovers, and yes, I do use my whip. I also have crops, floggers, and many other tools to ensure your cooperation.” He put ample distance between them. “Think about it, baby. If you think you can handle being my submissive, let me know.”

As he walked toward the door to leave, his jeans hugging his luscious ass as he moved, she watched him and debated with herself. Should she allow herself this opportunity? Should she find a nice “vanilla”-sex-type man that would leave her as sexually unsatisfied as the other men she’d known?

“Braedan?” she called to him as he reached for the door knob.

“Yes, Devin?” he asked huskily.

“I want to try, but I can’t make too many promises as to how well I’ll be able to submit.”

She watched him as a slow smile spread across his ruggedly handsome face. “Where would the fun be for me with your total submission, baby? I’ll enjoy punishing you as much as you’d enjoy receiving it.”

“And you really think I’d enjoy it?”

“I know it, baby.” His voice had dropped seductively low.

“It’s too bad I haven’t been bad then, huh?”

“Would you like me to give you a list of your current crimes?”

“Crimes? I just agreed to try, and I’ve already got punishments coming to see me?” She stood up and walked to stand in front of him. “Can I at least hear my offenses, sir?”

“Because you’re new to this, yes.” He leaned against the door. “First of all, you agreed to go out with Ben Dover, and he is the biggest ass-wipe God ever created. Secondly, you kept your submissive desires from me. Thirdly, you went to Club Red without me.”

“But I didn’t go in,” she reminded him.

“You also lied about being there. Lying to your Dom is never tolerated.”

“So what is my punishment, sir?” she asked him. Her voice was whisper soft.

“You are also not in slave position,” he reminded her.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“I thought you read books? You don’t have a BDSM book or two in your collection?”

It’s not like she kept her books out for everyone to see. She could lie to him and tell him no, or she could be more honest with him. “I’ve read some, but their Doms required different things. I don’t know how you prefer your submissives.”

“Strip. I’ll show you what I prefer.”




“Bend over for me.”

She wanted to argue, to tell him hell no because she didn’t deserve a spanking, but the look on his face stopped her. Meekly, she draped herself over the arm of the sofa and awaited his next move.

How could one man be that damned quiet, she wondered. Was he looking at her pussy? Could he see the moisture that had to be dripping down her thighs at this point? She shivered as the idea of being exposed to him sent another spark of desire through her body.

She tensed as another thought crossed her mind. Would she feel the fiery pain of his hand across her ass, or would he just use his belt?

“Spread your legs for me a bit more. Let me see if your little pussy is as wet as my cock is hard.” She wiggled her hips off the edge of the sofa, spreading her legs further apart. She shuddered as she felt his hot breath on the inside of her thighs before she felt his fingers spread her plump pussy lips apart.

“Beautiful pussy, baby—pretty enough to eat.” The combination of the low rumble of his voice, her pussy being spread out before him, and the waiting without knowing what he was going to do next had her shaking in anticipation.

She felt him run a finger from her clit through her cunt. She whimpered as that finger barely probed into her wet pussy. As she tried to thrust back to make him go deeper, she received a quick smack to the inside of her thigh. “Stay still,” he demanded.

It was so embarrassing! She could feel her juices running down her leg with just that little punishment. “Please, Braedan?” She wanted to close her legs. No, if she was honest with herself, she wanted him to eat her pussy until she was a shaking mass of bones. She wanted him so much already that she was ready to scream!

“Please what?”

“Please, sir!”

She heard his chuckle, which caused her to try to look behind her. She received another firm slap, but this one was on her cunt. “I said to be still!”

Oh, shit! The power behind the strike went straight to her clit. She could feel herself going over the edge of pleasure as her orgasm began to creep up on her. “Again please.” Her husky begging earned her more swats. He landed two more, neither one of them close enough to her clit to send her completely over the edge but kept her there trembling as she waited for his next move.

She was taken unaware as he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. Screaming, she felt her body go taut in a matter of seconds. His hands on the inside of her thighs were the only thing that kept her from wrapping them around his head.

She floated back down to earth, trembling and eager for whatever he had in store for her. She was more than a little disappointed as he helped her to get off the sofa, but she was smiling when he helped her down to her knees.

“Assume your position, sub,” he ordered as he pulled his long, thick, curved cock out of his jeans. She didn’t waste any time as she clasped her hands behind her back, spread her legs apart as far as she could get them, and awaited further instructions with her head down. She fought the strong urge to look up as she wondered if he would be stroking his wickedly curved cock?

“Look at me, Devin.” At his order, she looked up. His cock was mere millimeters from her lips. As she wet her lips, he rubbed his cock along their seam. Smiling, she let her tongue twirl around the head of his penis before he pushed inside.

He thrust in shallowly, just letting her get a small taste of his cock before he pulled it out. “That’s right, baby, keep your mouth open for your Master,” he ordered as he continued to feed her more of his cock with each thrust. “Look at me while you service my cock.”

He held her eyes as he continued to move in and out of her mouth. Her tongue was flicking his frenulum with each pass. As sensation built upon sensation, his fingers sunk into her hair as he tugged on the strands close to her scalp. His grip tightened as he thrust more of his cock into her mouth.

He watched as her eyes watered as he sunk his cock deeper into her mouth, pushing until it was moving down her throat. He kept it there for a second, then another, before pulling back out. “Breathe through your nose, baby,” he advised before he was pushing inside again. “Uh-uh,” he groaned. “Keep your hands behind your back and trust me not to hurt you.”

He noticed that her eyes were dilated with pleasure. He was sure that if he ran his fingers through her pussy that she’d be wetter than she’d been before. Her nipples were hard, little pebbles that were teased and caressed by the rough denim of his jeans.

Fuck, he was going to come any second now. Her tongue was wickedly teasing him. He could feel his nuts tightening as he held her head close to his stomach then released her. “I’m about to come, baby. I want you to swallow every drop of my cum. Nod if you understand me, Devin.”

He watched her nod awkwardly. Keeping one hand in her hair to keep her moving at the rhythm he wanted, he used the other to tease and fondle her nipple in time with his motions. He felt her hips moving with those same motions. Her moans fueled his passions. His fingers clenched down tightly on her nipple as he felt the cum rise through his shaft and down her throat.

It took him a few moments to regain his composure, but if she thought he was done with her for the night, she was sadly mistaken. He pulled his cock from her mouth with a loud pop. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked as he stroked his cock.

“Fuck yes,” she grunted as she waited while he shucked his jeans and sat down on the sofa.

“Come ride me, baby.”


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