Fire Daddy (Daddy’s Rules #1) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Daddy's Rules Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
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I moan but not from pain. More from satisfaction. Because it feels so right to receive this discipline, the hard, stinging smacks, the relentless focus on my redemption.

“No more, Lia.” His voice is firm, almost a touch angry. “Not in my fire station. Not at home. No. More. Matches.”

I stop breathing, don’t even move except for the involuntary jerk of my hips under his smacks.

Is he really asking me to give up my matches?

I can’t!

“Did you hear me?”

I don’t answer, because I can’t. I’m choked up, a little frightened of the magnitude of what he’s asking.

He pulls me back up to stand, cupping my hot ass in his hands. His touch is gentle this time, not the hot, rough kneading of before, but gentle squeezes. “Look at me.”

I can’t meet his eyes.

“Lia.”

I swallow and drag my gaze from his shirt to his face.

“You can do this.”

Oh God, he understands. The fact that he knows how big his demand is, that he doesn’t just think I’m being defiant, makes this easier.

“You want to light a match, you come see me. I’ll give you what you need.”

My stomach flutters, wondering if this is what he thinks I need. More punishment. More pain.

I think he may be right.

I give a wobbly nod. “Okay.” It comes out as no more than a whisper.

“That’s my girl.” Blaze pulls me into him, as if for an embrace, but he affixes his lips to my right nipple again. I clutch the back of his head and wiggle my hips.

He pulls his lips off with a pop and pushes my hips back a few inches. Then he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my panties.

My breath hitches as he pulls them slowly down to my thighs. I got a Brazilian two days ago in preparation for this date at the advice of my bestie from high school. She’s a hairstylist and swears by waxing for a hot date.

Judging by the expression on Blaze’s face, I’d say she was right.

“Oh, baby,” he croaks, lightly running the pad of his thumb over the smooth seam of my pussy. “Did you do this for me?”

“I did,” I murmur, slowly swaying my hips, trying to get my panties to drop the rest of the way.

Blaze groans. “Not yet, baby. Your punishment isn’t over. I need to spank you with your panties down now.”

Ho boy! I’m not sure why that’s exciting to me, but it totally is. I let him arrange me back over his left knee, moisture seeping between my thighs.

He starts spanking again and it’s even better than before. Yes, it’s stingier because my panties are down, but I’ve had a chance to get used to the sensation now, and I welcome each smack as if he were delivering pleasure, rather than pain.

I now totally understand how people can get off on pain. Especially—or maybe only—when it’s delivered by someone who’s ultimately interested in pleasure. Both his and mine.

I surrender more to the sensation, to Blaze.

He spanks harder, which makes me realize he was holding back before, warming me up slowly.

God bless him.

And holy shit! The man can smack hard.

I’m juicy wet with arousal, squirming for release, but it seems like he’ll never stop. My ass is on fire and yet each smack feels like it’s not enough. I want more. Harder.

“Blaze,” I moan.

He stops spanking, rubbing a slow circle over my twitching ass. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I need—”

“Tell me what you need.”

“More.” I almost curse the word as it tumbles from my lips. “You,” I say quickly, to cover it up.

“You’ll get both.” He pulls me up to stand and tugs my panties the rest of the way off. “Kneel in the corner again.”

I do it. I don’t even hesitate. I guess that means I really trust this guy. Or else I’m too horny to argue. I hear him moving around the room, hear the jingle of metal.

“Come here, baby.”

When I turn around, I see he’s built a mound of pillows in the middle of the bed. Leather cuffs with buckles and chains are attached to the corners of the bed.

My clit throbs and my knees almost buckle.

“This is going to be the hardest part of your punishment, baby. But when it’s over, I promise I’ll reward you. All night long, if you want.”

My cheeks heat even as a smile stretches my lips.

He pats the pillows. I have no doubt what he intends, and I comply without complaint, draping my body over them so my ass is lifted high in the air. He binds each wrist and ankle to the bed restraints and I’m now naked, spread eagle and presented for his punishment.

What will it be?

He grips both my asscheeks and spreads them wide.

I’m surprised and try to squeeze them closed and he smacks my ass. “Let me look at this ass and pussy. You made yourself all smooth for me.” He makes that hum of approval and I’m instantly wagging my ass like I have a tail or am offering myself up to him.


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