Page 10 of Property of Fire

“Put me down, Fire. I don’t need you carting me around like some caveman.”

Fire doesn’t respond to my demands, and he doesn’t put me down either. I don’t know where he’s taking me, but I swear the moment he sets me on my feet, I’m going to kick him right between his legs. I’d hate to do it to him, however, he deserves it for the way he’s acting.

When Fire finally puts me down, I know we’re in his room.

I pivot back slightly, catching my footing. Before I can get my knee up to hit him where it hurts, I again find myself moving. This time, going over his lap. One arm holds me in place while his other reaches around my waist, unsnaps my jeans, and draws the zipper down.

“What are you doing?” I screech, bucking in his hold.

“Teaching you a lesson,” Fire growls in answer. With his free hand, he jerks the back of my jeans downward to expose my bottom.

“Fire.” I buck again, though it’s pointless. His arm holding me in place is enough to keep me from moving.

Doesn’t help that him doing this is totally hot.

“You need to learn to listen when someone who damn well cares about you is talking.” His firm hand comes down on my bottom with a sharpness that still causes moister to gather between my thighs.

Fire smooths the sting of his slap to my bottom as he speaks again. “You’re going to start listening, Eve. I’m not going to put up with the bullshit you’ve been handing all of us for the past fuck knows how long since you got back from school.” His hand goes away from my bottom only to come back down just as sharply as the first time.

He repeats this action five more times before speaking again. “Your ass looks hot, all nice and red, bright from my hand, baby.” I swear I could hear a gruffness to his voice, like he was restraining himself from going further. “Are you going to listen when I tell you to do something?” he asks, smoothing out the sting he’s caused.

“Why should I? Are you going to keep spanking me if I don’t agree to give in to you?” I demand, though my bottom voluntarily tips up, more than ready for him to keep going. If that weren’t bad enough, between my legs was throbbing, slick, and ready for him to touch me there.

“No, baby, I wouldn’t keep spanking you. I’d do something else altogether,” he growls and surprises me further by sliding his fingers between my legs, where he swats them against my slick entrance. “You’re wet and ready for the taking, Evelin. I could easily slide my cock inside you, but that’s what you’d want me to do. And that wouldn’t be a punishment at all. No, I wouldn’t touch your pussy. Instead, I’d insert a plug in your ass and make you keep it there throughout the entire ride to Cali.”

Oh my.

He wouldn’t.

Would he?

“Just think, having your ass filled, thinking of being fucked. The vibrations of my bike alone would be more than just a margin of torture, they’ll drive you insane with that plug in your ass. And what a sweet ass you’ve got, baby,” Fire remarks, sliding his fingers through my slick heat backward. He brings his fingers away only to slap my bottom all over again, this time causing a shudder I’d never felt before.

“Fire,” I whimper unable to not do so. He’s got me hotter than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

“You gonna listen to me, baby?” Running his fingers back along the crevice of my bottom, he moves to my entrance again, finding my clit with ease. “So slick and wet. Your ass perked up, red from my hand. I can see just how wet you are, how turned on you are just from what I’ve done to you.”

“Shut up,” I gasp, not wanting to listen. Only because it was making me that much more turned on.

“You gonna listen?” he asks, circling my clit, adding just a margin of pressure.

“Yes,” I cry, unsure of why I even cry. Other than wanting him to ease the ache he’s building inside me. “I’ll listen, all right?”

“Good,” Fire whispers and flicks my clit, slides his fingers backward, and slides one inside me, causing me to come instantly. “Fuck, your pussy is tight, taking just the one finger.”

“Asshole,” I breathe, looking over my shoulder up at him while also pushing against his finger more.

His touch is the first time I’ve ever had a guy touch me there, and this is how it’s happening. I don’t know if I should be mortified or begging him to just fuck me now.

“Oh, yeah, baby, I’m an asshole, and you keep fuckin’ with me, I’ll show you just how much of an asshole I can be.” Fire pulls his finger from my entrance, and I watch him lift it to his mouth and suck the glistening juices coating it.

Totally hot.

More than hot.

Hot doesn’t describe seeing him taste me the way he is. Or the way his eyes flash with heated desire in them.

Between one breath and the next, I find myself back on my feet. Fire’s hands pulling my jeans back over my bottom and fastening them in place.

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