Page 70 of A Master's Destiny
I can’t explain it—possibly, it’s the thrill caused by the fire play—but I feel an irresistible attraction to Mistress Blaze. In fact, I have a powerful urge to kiss her.
She smiles alluringly, her gaze focused on my lips, before she turns and moves to Kat’s table to watch.
Returning my attention to nova, I continue to tease her with fire until Mistress Blaze claps her hands and announces, “End your scenes.”
I trail the swab over nova’s back one last time in a circular motion and then tap the flame to it, watching the fire follow the path I’ve drawn. My hand immediately follows, dousing the flames.
I set the wands in the water afterward and begin wiping her pink skin with the wet towels. I let her know how much I’ve enjoyed the scene, but what I don’t share is how disappointed I am that it’s over.
It feels like going zero to sixty in a few seconds and then stopping just as quick—it’s a jolt to my soul.
Once she is clean, I climb onto the table and lie down beside her. Rather than end tonight’s scene with a passionate coupling, I choose to lightly rub her back while asking her questions about her experience until Master Nosh announces it’s time for the submissive to leave.
Nova gazes into my eyes and whispers, “I’m so happy.”
I am truly grateful she feels that way, and I kiss her on the forehead.
“It was an honor to scene with you, nova.”
Sparks
Later that night, as I head out to the parking lot still flying high from the fire play session, Mistress Blaze calls out to me, “Mr. Davis, can I speak with you for a moment?”
“Of course, Mistress Blaze.” I walk back to the entrance, looking at her with admiration as I approach. The woman is striking with her stylish dark hair and the streak of reddish-orange running through it. Based on her youthful appearance, I assume she’s older than me—but not by much.
She smiles warmly. “You can call me Natalie.”
I nod, honored that she wants me to call her by her given name. “My pleasure, Natalie.”
“I know it’s late, but would you like to join me for dinner?”
My stomach immediately growls and I chuckle. “Apparently, the answer is yes. You may call me Thane, if you like.”
She smiles. “Nosh and I carpooled this evening. Do you mind if we take your car, Thane?”
“Not at all.” I gesture for her to follow me.
As we approach Motivation, I mention to her, “My car has seen better years, but she’s seeing me through until I have the money to buy my dream car in a couple of years.”
“What’s your dream car, Thane?”
“A Lotus.”
I open the passenger door for her. As she slips into my car, Natalie tells me, “I like a self-made man.”
I shut the door, smiling to myself. Already, the night is off to an excellent start. On the drive to the restaurant, I ask her how she became interested in fire play.
“I was only nineteen at the time. My boyfriend dared me to go with him to visit a dungeon. Understand, neither of us had been to one before.”
Her amused laughter rings through the vehicle. “It sounded so taboo and dangerous, but let me tell you, we were not prepared.”
“What happened?” I asked, now intrigued.
“I don’t even know how Jeff got us in. I guess security was laxer in those days?” She chuckles. “We didn’t last long. Jeff called it quits the minute he saw a male sub’s cock being tortured.”
She then adds in a far-off voice, “But I’ll never forget seeing fire dancing across someone’s skin for the first time…”
Natalie turns and smiles at me. “I was instantly hooked.”
