Page 62 of Playing With My Fire

“I know we didn’t have plans until tomorrow, but today has been torture. Not being able to touch you, let alone talk has been killing me. Come over after we got off.”

The last thing I’m expecting is indecision, let alone the surety that she’s about to tell me no. I watch aptly as this battle wages in her mind before she stiltedly nods.

“What is it, baby?”

She immediately shakes her head. “It’s nothing.”

I know she’s lying, but it’s not the time to call her out on it. Not here in the firehouse. But mark my words, I will get to the bottom of what makes my hummingbird hesitant and nervous.

Her whispered words free me from my dark thoughts. “I’d like to come over. I’ll meet you there.”

I grasp her waist tighter and pull her back into my body, until her perky breasts press flush to my middle leaving my bigger, heaving chest enticingly close to her mouth.

Oh, the possibilities.

My mouth covers hers, and it doesn’t take much convincing before she opens to my wandering tongue.

She moans. “You kill me with the little desperate sounds you make.” I pull away until our eyes lock. “Always reminds me of the only time you came so beautifully in my arms.”

She’s panting, and it takes Herculean strength not to rip her clothes off and take her here and now.

I take a step back, my body vibrating to step toward her again, but I force my feet to keep stepping until ten feet separate us. “I’ll see you at my place.”

She nods, dazed, and I smirk, which in turn makes her smile. Her smiles are dazzling.

I turn my back and tell myself not to look back, but of course I don’t listen. She’s still standing where I left her and offers a little wave.

I avoid everyone as I make a beeline for my truck.

???

Her arrival is within minutes of my own which ups my excitement. She couldn’t wait either.

It’s too cool to go outside, so I lead her to my living room where she helps me move some furniture before laying down the mats and pillows.

When I begin helping her to the floor she stops me. “I’d like to do it bare this time. I want to experience everything.”

Meaning she wants the pleasure that goes along with the bondage.

My mouth goes dry. I should refuse her, tell her it’s too soon, but is it? I can admit that I’ve coddled her. We’ve been doing this for weeks. If she were any other bottom, I’d have had her naked and at my mercy well before now. But she’s not anyone else. She’s my hummingbird. She’s my everything.

Only one word escapes. “Okay.”

She smiles nervously and nods before she grasps the bottom of her shirt, but I stop her.

“Let me.”

She freezes for a long moment before she finally nods. We smile at each other. Hers is filled with trepidation that make me want to question her surety, but I know. We both know it’s time.

I step closer, as close as I can while still being able to slowly maneuver her shirt up and over her head. My gaze travels down her long swanlike throat and over delicate shoulders. Her skin is smooth, a light golden.

I take in her simple white cotton bra with a tiny pink bow in between her small, yes, but perfectly shaped breasts. I step even closer as I unclasp her bra, allowing the pads of my fingers to feather down her back making her shiver.

“Are you cold?” We both know she’s not.

She only confirms it. “No, Mistress.”

With her shoulders grasped, I pull back to look at her sweet, pretty face. “No Mistress today. It’s only you and me, okay?”

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