The Firefighter's Woman (8 page)

“I would not!”

He laughed at her expression of horror.

“Well, you’re getting it now and it’s working.”

“Is it?”

“Mhm.” He ran his palm over the jeans-clad rise of her rear. “I think it’s working nicely. Not quickly, but nicely.”

“Oh, yeah, you reckon you can spank me into being a fine, upstanding citizen like yourself?”

“I think I can spank you into giving yourself a chance to give me a chance.” He tapped her bottom lightly and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

Sarah looked up at him, feeling much better for their conversation. “You know what I think?”

“Tell me,” he smiled.

“I think you like control.”

“I do like control,” he admitted plainly. “And there’s nothing wrong with exerting control, where it’s needed and for good reasons. With you, for instance.”

His eyes were locked on hers as that little spark lit between them, an intangible reaction that occurred whenever their skin met. Suddenly, Sarah wasn’t sad anymore. She was horny. She tipped her face up to him and pressed her lips to the underside of his jaw, nipping lightly.

“You know what else?” He murmured the question as his hand slid over and around behind her neck. “I think it does you good to lose control every now and again.”

“Oh, yeah? Why is it so good for you to have control and me to lose it?” She asked the question playfully as he turned toward her and rose above her, the bulk of his body blocking out the light from the bulb above. His shadow fell over her as his fingers started to work at the buttons of her blouse and then her jeans.

“It’s good for you to lose it because you got too much too early, and you got far too used to it,” he growled, tugging her jeans down her legs. Sarah let out a little giggle as he reached back and pulled her panties off the same way. He certainly knew how to strip a woman efficiently, she gave him that. Within a minute she was entirely devoid of clothing, and so was he. Their discarded coverings laid on the floor and the coffee table as he tugged her down on the couch, laying her out on the soft leather.

“This is what it feels like to lose control,” he said, pinning her hands above her head, his mouth grazing her neck. “It feels good, doesn’t it, Sarah?”

He kissed her softly and thoroughly, his mouth capturing hers over and over, his tongue tasting her. He was right, she had no control. Her mind was fogging over with desire and her animal impulses were taking over, following his lead. John kept her pinned with one hand, his other caressing her breasts, her stomach and down between her thighs, grazing lightly over her lower lips.

Sarah let out a little gasp as she felt him touch her at the spot where her need was welling. She was already wet. Emotion was sex to Sarah and as John’s strong body slid between her legs and made them part around him, her hips rose toward him, desperately seeking his cock. She felt the hot head brush across her stomach once or twice, but he was keeping it from her for the moment, making her whimper and beg and whine for the pleasure only he could give.

There was no resisting him in this state. She wanted him more than she wanted her fear and as a result the fear fled, leaving a sense of freedom and arousal that was greater than anything she’d felt before. In John’s arms, she forgot everything but the moment. His touch. His kiss. His scent. His long, hard cock pressed against her belly now as he lowered himself to her and let her feel his manhood, not where she wanted it, but against the soft skin of her stomach.

His mouth traced a path down her neck, across her collarbone; he pressed his lips to her breasts and then her nipples, making fresh arousal spark in her clit. Sarah ground against him, the thick, hot, hard line of his cock brushing against that sensitive little button. She could have come like that, her hips circling in a desperate little dance.

“Not yet,” he growled, pressing down a little harder, pinning her in place, his manhood against her clit. She was locked there, unable to move, caught between his desire and hers.

“This is what it means to be mine,” he purred against her ear. “And you are mine, Sarah. Don’t forget that.”

She looked into his eyes and saw pure possession there. He wanted her. He wanted all of her and he didn’t care about how messed up she was, or how badly she’d acted, or anything else. There were no external forces anymore. There was only he and she. He pulled back, letting the head of his cock slide down her wet lips before finding the little crevice in those soft folds and thrusting forward to penetrate her deeply.

A gasp escaped her as her lower lips wrapped around him and he surged back and forth. Her wetness meant there was no need for a gentle beginning. He thrust hard, stroke after stroke making her breasts bounce as he kept her there, hands above her head, legs wrapped around his waist.

Sarah felt his desire like a titanic force rolling through her, tossing her high and throwing her from peak to peak. She was lost in lust, the slick sound of her juices mixing with the gasped breaths and moans that he drew from her with every masterful motion of his hips.

She found herself wishing that it would never end. That she could ride the waves of his desire forever and forever and never be left high and dry again. The thought made her wrap her legs around him even harder, pulling herself against him, as if she could lock him inside her.

Her leg lock made it harder for him to pull out, but he didn’t fight that. Instead he sank deep and held himself there, looking into her eyes and brushing the hair off her forehead with his free hand.

“Are you alright?”

She nodded, grinding against him.

“I’ve never seen anyone look so hot and so…” he pressed a kiss to her mouth, his tongue engaging with hers, “…angry. You look almost fierce.”

“I do?” She kept squirming her hips, grinding her clit and her pussy, enjoying the hardness of his body. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to fuck. She wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t think straight.

“Mhm… my little wildcat.” He let go of her hands and leaned back upright. He took her legs and put them over his shoulders, one ankle on each side of his neck as he arched forward, his thickness riding higher in her cunt, filling her a different, new way. Words and thoughts were obliterated as he took her more deeply than he ever had before, demanding everything she had to give. It was everything Sarah needed: absolution, catharsis, and a building orgasm that made her tingle to the very tips of her toes and fingers. The position made his hardness rub against the little hard bud on the top of her vaginal wall and triggered a climax more powerful than any that had come before it. Her body was working a similar magic on John, her pussy clenching against him, drawing him deeper, begging for his cum as her entire body started to quake.

“Sarah…” She heard John growl her name as he lost control with her. She came, screaming her pleasure to the ceiling, John buried himself deep inside her, his cum soaking her walls. For one brief, bright moment, she understood to the very core of her that she was safe and loved and that nothing could touch what she had found with him. Not sickness, not even death. They were bonded in a way that transcended the flesh and she was filled with a feeling of freedom and love as John slid from her and pulled her onto his lap, hugging her tightly as they both recovered.

“Okay,” he finally sighed with post-coital satisfaction. “We need to talk.”

“This doesn’t sound good,” she commented with a little frown. Odin joined the conversation, curling up in front of them on the floor. Sarah scrunched her toes lightly into his fur and he made a satisfied groan before closing his eyes and falling back asleep.

“I have to go back to work in the next day or two. They’re long shifts, and some of them are going to be night shifts.”

“Okay…”

“I’ll be blunt about it. I don’t want you alone in the house at night,” he said. “I don’t want you alone all day either, for that matter. It’s obvious it’s not good for you. I don’t want you tempted to go out and get drunk, or something else just as silly.”

“I can manage myself,” Sarah said, feeling a little offended. “I managed fine before I met you, I don’t need you to babysit me.”

“How, exactly, did you manage?”

“What do you mean?” Sarah was confused. “I have money.”

He shifted so he could look at her, read her every expression. Sarah always got nervous when he did that. There was something keen about him. When he wanted to know something about her, she got the feeling there was no way she could ever have hidden it. She had a little box of secrets locked away inside her. He didn’t know everything yet, but she was terrified that one day he would have them all.

“You have what your parents left you, yes,” he nodded. “But what were you doing with yourself? How were you occupying your days?”

“Oh, this and that,” she shrugged. “There are a lot of cat videos on the internet. I was working my way through them.”

The flippant response earned her a raised brow and made her instantly defensive.

“What do you think I did? I hung out.”

“With who? You’ve not mentioned any friends, and nobody has come over.”

“More like acquaintances than friends,” she clarified. “People you drink and stuff with. Meet at clubs, go dancing with. You know, fun stuff. Fun friends. Not people you invite to your house.”

That answer didn’t seem to please him any more than the one before it had. “So you’re telling me your primary activity since graduating high school several years ago has been… partying? Underage drinking?”

Sarah snorted. “Don’t sound so shocked. It’s what most college kids do anyway. I just cut out the college part.”

“Well, those days are over,” he informed her. “I don’t want you going out drinking every night. And I don’t want you lying around the house all day either. It’s not good for you.”

“This is going to be another one of those times where I tell you no and you say my house, my rules and if I don’t roll over for you like Odin does, you put me over your lap, isn’t it?”

John’s smile was warm as he nodded. “I think you’re getting the hang of how things work around here.”

“There’s a limit, John.”

His smile faded. “A limit to what?”

“A limit to how much control I’m going to let you have over me.”

“It’s not controlling to say that a young woman should have some kind of education or employment goals.”

“It is, actually. The ‘should’ part is controlling. If you don’t want me in your house when you’re not here, fine. I’ll go to a hotel.”

“And go back to drinking and partying and throwing your youth and inheritance away.” He shook his head. “No. I’m not going to allow that. You’re too smart and you’ve got far too much talent to waste.”

“So what’s your plan for me, John? You seem to have this all laid out already.”

“I’ve got you a place to stay on the nights where I’m working the night shift. And I’ve gotten you a job.”

“A job? I don’t need a…”

“Maybe not financially,” he said. “But mentally, emotionally, you need to work on the self-discipline you get going to a job every day and being responsible for a task. It’s important, Sarah.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head. “Sometimes I can’t work out what it is you want to be to me. My lover? My father? My career counselor? You’re taking over my life, John. This started out as me just staying here for a few days with a few rules. Now we’re fucking, and you’re getting me jobs and… what is this, exactly?”

“This is a relationship,” John said simply. “This is where someone cares about you. For you.”

“Well, I don’t want a job,” she said. “I’m not qualified for anything worth doing and I’m not going to do some stupid job just because you think I need to. You’re not in charge of me.”

“If you’re with me, then I’m in charge.”

Her jaw dropped. “But, John…”

“No butts. Except yours,” he said firmly. “Over my knee if you misbehave. Just like you said.”

Sarah scowled at him with frustration. It didn’t matter what she said; he didn’t deny what he was doing, he just doubled down on it. There was no way to guilt him out of his stance, and that made negotiating with him hard.

“You know what? Being with you means having so many strings attached I might as well be a puppet.”

“But you do want to be with me, don’t you, Sarah,” he purred in dominant, masculine tones that reminded her that really, the only thing keeping her there, submitting to his discipline, obeying his rules, was her desire and love for him. She was caught in a prison of her own making.

“I hate this,” she pouted.

“I don’t think you do. I think you’re scared to admit just how much you like it.” He swatted her bottom lightly. “Now go on and put something work appropriate on. I want to introduce you to your new boss.”

“Now?”

“Right now.”

Chapter Nine

Sarah’s hangover, which had seemed to abate while making love with John, returned with a vengeance when she found herself standing outside a municipal building.

“The library?”

“Mhm. This is where you’re going to work. Come on.”

Sarah allowed herself to be led into the old building. It smelled of old people and books. And books that smelled like old people. The smells were interchangeable and she didn’t like any of them. She tried not to look too petulant as she folded her arms over her chest and stood next to John at the ‘returns’ counter. He probably wished he could return her where he got her from.

“Can I help you?” An old woman with spectacles as thick as the lenses of telescopes peered at them from behind the desk.

“We’re here to see Mrs. Derringer,” John said. “I believe she’s expecting us.”

“She’s in her office. Up the stairs and to the right.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” John said politely, leading the way behind the library counter and toward a door in the rear that led to a stairway, which eventually led to the aforementioned door on the right. He knocked and announced their presence, which was met with rather deep but feminine tones.

“Come in, John!”

Sarah entered the room behind John and found herself looking at a tall older woman with her hair in a dark chignon streaked with many strands of gray. She had bright blue eyes much like Sarah’s own eyes, but they were obscured behind thick round spectacles. Her fashion was, well, old-fashioned. She wore a cream blouse with the buttons done all the way up to the very top of her collar, and a long tweed skirt. The only potential nod to fashion was the long leather boots that went up past the hem of the skirt. Sarah rather liked them. She didn’t like anything else about the woman, who was looking at her with a piercing gaze and a smile that was just the wrong side of friendly.