Page 7 of Fireman Daddy’s Tempestuous Little

CHAPTER FIVE

Miri

He sat up straight, and the heat of the fire must have made him want to sleep a little lighter. He wasn’t wearing a shirt now, and if there was a sexier thing in all the earth, I couldn’t for the life of me have determined what it was. It took a lot of self-control to walk slowly toward him because I really wanted to just run like crazy to the bed, but I managed to walk slowly as though I weren’t some sex-crazed fiend absolutely desperate for the fireman in front of me.

Of course, I was indeed a sex-crazed fiend absolutely desperate for the fireman in front of me.

I got to the side of the bed, and he still stared at me. “Miri,” he said, “You don’t have to—”

“Oh, just shut the fuck up,” I said as I leaned in and put my mouth on his. I felt his hand come to the back of my head and tangle in my hair. I moaned against his mouth, but he pulled me back.

“If we do this,” he said in a voice stern and powerful, “you’re going to learn how to speak to me, little girl.”

For the love of God, I could never have imagined how incredible it sounded. I couldn’t have possibly anticipated the way my body would go on high alert because of both his tone and the words he used. I gasped and said, “Yes, Sir.”

Sir.

Wow.

So, I was right back to my college days when a boyfriend and I experimented with BDSM. God, what a thought that this man could be into it, and I’d be dealing with a Dominant who’d experienced my vitriol for years before getting to dominate me.

“Not Sir,” he growled. Fuck! A growl. “Daddy.”

Again, it felt like my entire body, every inch of me just became an extension of my clit and there was some all-encompassing vibrator going at high speed. “Yes, Daddy,” I squeaked out.

“Good girl,” he said. Fuck! I thought I would cum. He pulled me back and kissed me, this time with the kind of… God, I didn’t know. Force, maybe? He kissed me with power and strength. I didn’t know what he intended that kiss to mean but what it meant to me was that he owned me. At that moment in time, he owned me, and I was glad to be owned.

His arm shot out suddenly and he lifted me from the floor, rolling us so I ended up on the bed, lying on my back. “And now, I’ll show you how to moan for me, little girl.”

There was that little girl again. I gasped and might have said something in return, but instead, I lost the ability to speak as he moved quickly, spreading my legs and lowering his mouth to me. I moved my hands down, taking hold of the back of his head and holding on for dear life as pleasure shot through me.

“Oh, God! I cried out.

He gripped my hips from underneath to hold me still while he moved his lips and tongue in miraculous ways. I wasn’t even sure what he was doing, but whatever it was, he was doing it better than anyone else I’d ever slept with.

As you may have gathered, I don’t have a lot of sex living alone in my house and spending my nights drinking wine and eating ice cream. I’m certainly not a virgin, though, and I know enough about sex to know that Drew is good.

He was really good.

He was fucking incredible.

He was—

“Oh, Jesus Christ, I’m cumming!” I shouted.

There was a half-second pause where my body stiffened and lingered just on the edge.

Then I crashed over, screaming and shuddering and moaning as waves of pleasure rolled through me, causing every nerve ending in my body to fire in synchronous ripples of pleasure. I thought of the other timed men have eaten me out and there was no comparison. Drew was by far the best I had ever experienced, and this orgasm was probably the most powerful one I’d ever had.

The orgasm I felt when he stood and slammed into me was unquestionably the best I had ever had. My hands flew to his chest and slapped over and over against his rippling muscles. At the same time, my legs shook uncontrollably in the air and though I knew I was screaming, my hearing faded slightly and I could only hear my voice as though from a great distance.

My entire body belonged to Drew to use as he pleased, and it was his pleasure to turn me into a warm, tingling mass of deeply satisfied nerves. As my senses slowly returned, I could feel my pussy pulsing rapidly over his cock while my clit seemed to vibrate like a cymbal.

After what seemed like an eternity, I crashed back to reality with a gasping cry and said, “Oh God, Drew! Oh God, Daddy!”

That was all I could get out because the next instant, he lowered his hand to my clit and began to massage gently, still thrusting hard and fast. My orgasm instantly peaked again, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I gave up trying to participate and just let him use me. It felt weirdly empowering to let him take control of me, as though by giving him the lead I wasn’t surrendering control but allowing him to focus entirely on my needs.

I was aware of his orgasm when I felt his cock pumping inside me, and my own orgasm returned to peak intensity almost by instinct. I tried to grind my hips on him, but I was completely and utterly wrecked, and I couldn’t even get my hips to lift off of the bed. Fortunately, my pussy was still throbbing powerfully, so at least his cock was getting rhythmically squeezed while he was pumping inside me.

When he finished, he stayed inside me, and on a sudden impulse, I began to kiss him softly on his face, his ears, his neck, his lips, and his chest. When my tongue flicked lightly over his nipple, he gasped and I closed my lips over it and suckled softly until I felt him growing inside me.

Fifteen minutes and four more orgasms later, I drifted to sleep, still throbbing around his cock as he filled me with his second climax.

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