Burned (Purgatory Club BDSM Erotic) (7 page)

He leaned down and brushed his lips across her cheeks.

“
The fire I mean. So maybe you and I are more alike than you think.”

He let his story linger between them so she could take a moment to absorb what he’d said. She didn’t strike him as the kind of woman who would run from him when he admitted to less than perfect experience.

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Still trust me to continue?” He studied her eyes for fear and almost heaved a sigh of relief when he saw none.

Her hand touched his arm. Zane swallowed and looked down at her long fingers wrapped around his tanned skin.

“
I’ve always trusted you with my safety. It’s my own flaws that hold me back.”

Ruby was so beautiful and honest. Her dark eyes were full of compassion with a tinge of sadness around the edges. The look made him want to hold her close. He couldn’t imagine how he’d feel if he’d grown up watching his own mother serve his father as a slave. No doubt it would cause some hang-ups. He hid most of what he’d become from his conservative family. Not because they would criticize him for it but because he knew how much his mother would worry. And she already worried too much.

Just like Ruby.

Zane cupped her jaw and leaned down to take her mouth. Her soft sigh drifted into him, and her grip on his arm loosened. He savored her soft lips, his mind immediately imagining them wrapped around his cock. Damn. This wasn’t the direction he’d intended to head. Not yet. With more disappointment than he’d expected, he released her and stepped back.

He stroked a finger along her cheek. “Are you ready to get started?”

New color flooded Ruby’s face before she answered, “Yes, Zane.”

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Good. Back in position, hair tucked underneath you.”

Zane watched her flip to her stomach, brush her hair out of the way, and finally settle on the cushioned surface. He’d never met anyone he’d wanted so badly as her. It wasn’t easy to maintain his self-control in the face of her vulnerability. He moved to the head of the table, looking down at her nude form, his gaze drawn to the swell of her ass. He loved her round, lush bottom. Sure, he had a fire fetish, but if anyone paid close enough attention they might call his fetish something else.

His erection began to swell as he leaned over to grab a handful.

“
I really enjoy having my hands on you.”

There were so many things he wanted to do to her. Like spread her cheeks wide and shove his dick in the tiny hole. His finger grazed the sensitive spot and he felt her shudder underneath him. She was working so hard to stay still for him. Fuck, he wanted to take her again.

“
It’s not uncommon for a woman to enjoy submission with the right man at the right time, and still keep total control in other aspects of her life.”

Her breath sighed out.

Zane smiled and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head to the side to bare her neck to him.

“
Allowing me to take control in here can be as natural as any other human instinct. If you give it a chance.”

He wrapped his free hand around her neck and pressed very lightly against her windpipe.

“
Zane,” she whispered.

“
Be still.”

Her mouth closed and her eyes darkened with intense arousal.

“
Our power exchange means that you trust me enough to allow me access to your body at my will. Fire or not, I’ll call the shots. Within limits of course.”

Seconds ticked by until finally, she slowly relaxed.

Satisfied for the moment, he forced himself to let go and turn back to the plan he’d intended. He placed the candle in his palm and lit it, watching the wick flicker and light the room with a soft glow.

“
Look at me, Ruby. Look at my fire and tell me what you feel.”

Her gaze lifted to the candle and her eyes focused and flared wide. Ruby’s lips parted for air and her breath made the flame sway before growing steady once again.

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The color. I always notice the color first because it’s so beautiful, not quite yellow but definitely not orange and always the blue to frame the edge.”

Her description brought the fire to life, breathing air into the room.

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I like the potential danger of it. The knowledge that not everyone can master the fire. It’s mine to wield, to shape and mold for your pleasure or pain at my will.”

He gave her a few minutes to stare at the fire, to build the desire just a little more. When her eyes dilated and he recognized that faraway look she always got, he removed the candle from her sight and placed it on the table.

“
Tonight I want to try something a little different. I need you to hear what I’m saying as well as feel the fire. So, in order to do that I need to take away one of your senses.”

“
I don’t—”

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Shh.” He placed a finger across her lips. “Flip onto your back for me. Trust me to take care of you, Ruby. I want nothing more than your attention and your pleasure. Do you think you can give that to me?”

She nodded and did as he asked. The exquisite site of her flushed breasts and naked pussy distracted Zane for a minute and hardened his cock more. At this rate, by the time the scene was over he suspected he’d be in some pretty serious pain.

“
Now lie back and close your eyes. I’m sure you’d want to obey me and keep your eyes closed, but let’s make this easier.”

He grabbed a black cloth from the bin under the table.

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I’m going to blindfold you.” He placed the cloth over her eyes. “You have nothing to fear. You are perfectly safe,” he murmured while tying a knot at the back of her head.

He wanted to take this nice and slow despite the urgent arousal growing in his belly. What he needed to get across was far more important than just two people getting off in a scene. Although, he had every intention of making sure his Ruby left in the morning the most satisfied woman he’d ever seen.

He paced to the cabinet behind him and grabbed the supplies he would need and arranged them next to her. He spied a slight tremble in her arms.

“
Are you cold?”

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No,” she uttered.

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Don’t be nervous. I’m going to talk you through every step. Right now I’m getting everything I need together. Nothing to worry about.”

He poured some alcohol into the dish and grabbed the smallest fire stick. He dipped it thoroughly; making sure the cotton fibers soaked a good amount of the liquid.

“
I love the way you look at the fire, babe. The joy on your face is immeasurable. It’s a rare thing, but I understand it well. It’s a trait I’ve waited a long time for. Someone who could understand the intensity I feel about the flame, the color, the heat. You have it in spades.”

He dipped the tip of his stick into the flame and sighed at the fast flare of heat and light he created.

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I’ve waited for the right submissive who understood it wasn’t really about the pain. No, fire play is meant to be sensual with a slight edge of pain that enhances the love of the rest.”

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But I’m not really submissive,” she protested.

“
Aren’t you? How do you feel when you see the fire? No, not the arousal or the excitement, tell me, when it’s just you and the fire, the need coursing uncontrollably through your body. Who’s in control? You or the fire?”

He tapped one of her pointed nipples with the flaming end of the fire stick before she could answer. Her back arched and she gasped, her mouth opening and her tongue peeking out.

“
No, Ruby. Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear, or your off the cuff answer. Think about it before you tell me because I want the truth, damn it.”

She shook her head a few times before she finally spoke. “The fire.”

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That’s right. Isn’t that why you’re a fire inspector instead of a fire fighter?”

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I love the puzzle of a fire. I need to figure out the why of it.”

He touched the flame to the other nipple, making sure to wipe it away quickly.

“
That’s not an answer. Yes or no, Ruby. Nothing else.”

“
Yes.”

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Good girl. You and fire love each other, that’s evident to anyone who watches. But it’s your loss of control that we’re talking about. Your inability to know when to say when.”

“
I know enough not to hurt myself.”

“
You think so? You think if I touched this flame to your aching pussy, you could make yourself get away when you needed to?”

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No, of course not. I’m not the administrator, you are.”

“
So if I was lying on this table and our roles were reversed, could you control it?”

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Yes. I know how to handle fire.”

“
Again, not what I asked. Let’s try this another way.” He swabbed her belly in an S pattern with the alcohol and touched the fire to it, igniting a streak from belly to breast. His free hand quickly followed, extinguishing it. Her hips rose and she writhed in the pleasure of it. The heat had left the first of many red streaks to come. They were just getting started.

“
When you’re standing here entranced by the fire, watching it burn, are you going to have enough control to not go too far?”

She hesitated. “I think so. I would never hurt you.”

“
No, I don’t believe you would. Not on purpose, anyways. But fire is magnetic and you, babe, are drawn to it uncontrollably. I see it in your eyes every time, not to mention the way you move. What I’m trying to say is that what works for you and what will bring you the greatest pleasure each and every time is for you to submit. Submit to the fire. And in order to do so, you have to submit to the one wielding it.”

He dipped the swab stick into the pot again and drew a line down the side of her hip. Close enough to her pussy for her to feel the heat all the way to her clit, yet far enough away she wouldn’t be able to come.

Flame lit up the streak in an instant and he put it out almost as quick, but the effect was done. A loud moan fell from her mouth and her hand reached for her pussy, which he pushed away.

“
Mine,” he growled. “Only I will be doing the touching tonight. Your only job is to listen and feel. Got it?”

She nodded, her breath coming in soft pants.

“
Spread your legs.”

That she complied immediately burned through his gut, making his cock ache for more. How could she not see the surrender she gave so freely? The moist flesh between her thighs beckoned to him. Zane clamped down on his inclination to move on. Fuck, he wanted nothing more than to shove his cock inside her. The need clawed at him like a wild beast until his head spun. Not yet. She needed a little more time and way more heat.

“
So beautiful, Ruby. Do you have any idea what seeing you like this does to me?

He stroked her leg, loosening the tight muscles she’d clenched in anticipation of his next move. “I don’t even have to touch your pussy to know how wet you are, I can see it.”

“
Yes, Zane,” she breathed.

He lowered the swab across her untouched leg and followed quickly with the lighted stick. The area burst into flame, burning the alcohol vapors that hovered above her leg. Most people had the mistaken misperception that the flame actually came in contact with the skin, but it wasn’t. Only the heat of the burning alcohol did unless, of course, someone was stupid enough to leave it there too long. He wiped out the flame as Ruby writhed and arched around the table.

“
Zane. Please. More. I ache.”

“
I know you do, babe, but you can go higher.”

He rubbed his warm finger over her clit until she gasped, and the fresh scent of her arousal filled his head. She was ready to go off like a firecracker.

“
You will listen to me, Ruby, and wait until you are commanded.”

He leaned forward to press the crown of his cock against her slick folds.

“
Otherwise you’ll wait longer.”

He hoped she didn’t push him to prove that, he wanted inside her too bad.

He tossed the extra swabber onto the tray and moved from between her legs. He tapped the fire stick onto random patches of skin as he walked all the way around the table. Belly, arms, tits and nipples, until he focused the circle around her wanting pussy. He pressed his finger above the hood that did little to hide her swollen bud.

“
You want my fire right here, don’t you?”

“
Oh, God, yes. Zane, please.”

“
That’s why you keep it clean shaven, isn’t it? So you can take the added heat where you need it the most.”

She nodded frantically.

“
Whose fire is this?”

“
Your fire.”

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And how bad do you want it right now?”

He lowered the flame inches above her flesh until he knew the heat built painfully.

“
So bad, please, Zane, you’re killing me.”

“
Good, then you’re almost ready.”

“
Almost?” She choked on the word.

He withdrew the fire and extinguished it. He needed one more thing from her. He pulled the drawer open at the end of the table and withdrew the leg restraints. He’d not planned to use them, but it was yet one more step towards her total submission. To her understanding that he knew best what she needed right now, not her.