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She shifted from one foot to the other. Fire dousing supplies sounded serious.

“Basically, I have a bottle of water, cotton towels to smother the fire, a bucket of water, and of course, a fire extinguisher, if needed. Fire supplies include my wands, the fire cups, oil, and alcohol.”

That didn’t sound too bad.

“What kind of alcohol are you using?” someone asked.

“I use isopropyl alcohol at seventy percent. That is the best and least likely to burn the skin.” He picked up the bottle of oil. “Now, I’m going to generously spread this over Sierra’s back.” Rafe poured it onto Sierra’s back and began rubbing it in. “This will allow the cups to get suction but also allow me to move the cups as needed.”

Sierra let out a little moan as he massaged the oil into her skin.

“Tops, this can be very sensual for your bottom. Giving them a massage will help them relax.” Rafe lifted his hands and dried them on a towel. “Since this is Sierra’s first time, I’m going to start with smaller cups, and as she gets used to the sensations, after a few sessions, we can move up to bigger ones.”

Brianna watched as Rafe picked up one of the wands. “Basically, the wand is made of cotton balls and cheese cloth. I’ve sprayed it down well with alcohol.” He picked up a lighter and flicked it on.

Brianna jumped as the cotton caught fire. “Now, I’ll run the wand inside the cup and place it on her body.” Brianna’s gaze was steady on Rafe as he ran the wand fairly quickly around the rim of the cup, and he placed it on Sierra’s back. He did two more before dousing the fire in the water bucket. Brianna’s eyes stayed on the bucket until she was sure the fire was out.

“As you can see, the skin is rising in the cup. How are you doing, Sierra?”

“Fine, it feels so different.”

“Many use fire cupping for sore muscles, which is good. In this case, we’re doing it more to promote better circulation and sensations.” Rafe slid one cup down Sierra’s back, then moved another one.

“While there is heat trapped inside the cup, it is warm, but not hot. The last thing you want to do is burn the skin, and it can happen. Not so much with fire cupping but with other types of fire play.”

Rafe moved the cups around before taking them off. There were red circles on Sierra’s back. “Because this is new to Sierra, the cups are left on for three minutes. After several sessions, I can increase the time. These circles will disappear within ten days and should not be painful.” Rafe took a towel and wiped it over Sierra’s back, removing any residual oil from her skin. “And that is fire cupping.”

Everyone clapped, and Rafe helped Sierra off the table. She was grinning ear to ear as she walked over to Max, her breasts bouncing. Max glanced over at Brianna as he pulled Sierra into his arms.

“I’m fine, Sir,” Brianna said.

Max nodded and guided Sierra over to the aftercare area. Brianna watched Rafe as he cleaned up the area while answering questions from club members. She’d been a bit nervous when he lit the fire, but she watched how he handled everything and how careful he was.

She shook her head. Of course, he was careful. Rafe knew as well as she did how destructive fire could be. Brianna glanced up and found Rafe staring at her. She smiled at him, and he winked at her, which warmed her more than anything.

It was almost another full hour before everyone’s questions were answered, and Rafe joined her. “What did you think?” he asked.

“Very interesting, Sir. Sierra looked dreamy when she finished.”

“It can have that effect on some people. Most feel very relaxed.”

“I enjoyed watching it, Sir.”

“I’m glad. Let’s say good bye to everyone, so I can get you home. You have to teach tomorrow.”

Brianna nodded. Rafe was so considerate of her time and making sure she got enough rest. It was nice to let go, to have someone look after her for a change.

She could definitely get used to this.

Chapter Thirteen

“All right class,” Brianna said on Friday afternoon. “Let’s have silent reading time.” They only had about forty-five minutes left in the day.

All the sudden, there was a huge bang. Brianna jumped up from her desk and looked outside the window of her class door. Smoke. Was there a fire? The thought barely flitted through her mind when the alarm went off.

She froze, and her mind went back to being in that closet. Cries of her kids pulled her out of the memory. Blowing out a breath, she tried to calm her racing heart. This wasn’t the time to panic. Pushing her fear aside, she grabbed her phone from her desk. “Okay, kids. Line up.”

“What was that noise, Miss Brianna?” one of the girls asked with a tremor in her voice.

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