McKenzie, Cooper - Taming Blaze [Club Esoteria 8] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cooper McKenzie

  She rose quickly, too quickly for comfort, to the point of shattering into a million pieces, but a half a second before she peaked, he pulled away.

  “Master, please,” she whined, forcing her eyes to open and look down between her knees at him.

  Chapter 9

  Andy’s heart clenched at the new title she used. “I know, sweet kitten. I’m in the same state,” he said, unzipping his pants. He hissed as the cooler night air wrapped around his cock that been half-hard since their conversation last night.

  She pulled at her bonds, trying to break free even though they both knew she could not. A moment later, he shifted closer to her wide-open pussy. Close enough to rub the head of his cock from clit to asshole and back again. He moved slow and easy to gauge her response. Her eyes grew wide, and she gasped each time his tip stroked over her back hole.

  “Hold it, kitten. There’s one more thing I want to do before we both go up in flames.”

  He grabbed the smaller of the two butt plugs laying nearby. He dragged the tip up and down between the lips of her pussy, coating it with her own juices before dragging it down once more and gently pressing it through her puckered star. She gasped as he continued to slowly and firmly press the plug past the widest part until the narrow part just before the wide circular base pressed against her skin.

  “This is to prepare you for our playing Saturday night at the club,” he promised. He dragged one finger up to flick at her clit before taking his cock back into his hand and starting the up-and-down stroking again.

  She frowned at his words, but did not ask for an in-depth explanation.

  After the second pass, he changed the up-and-down strokes of his cock to a figure eight. His touch circled around her puffy clit and then down and around to the entrance to her pussy. He followed that path twice before his control shredded.

  He needed to feel her hot wetness around him.

  She gasped silently as he slowly and firmly pressed the head of his cock through the muscles at the entrance to her pussy. The heat and wetness felt so good he had to be in her, all the way, right now. Leaning forward between her bent and shackled legs, he planted a hand on either side of her chest.

  His eyes locked on hers, and he shoved his hips forward until the small hairs around the base of his cock brushed the wet lips surrounding her opening. Then he pushed a little more. As he filled her completely, she let out a high-pitched whine that sent him so close enough to the edge he had to take several deep breaths before he could move.

  When her pussy clenched around the length of his cock, he lost it. Leaning down until they were nose to nose, he smiled. “This is going to be fast and hard, kitten.”

  Blaze’s eyes widened, and she nodded as little noises escaped. Her pussy clenched even tighter around him, and her entire body wiggled in an obvious attempt to get him to move.

  Andy pulled his hips back slowly, fighting with every fiber to maintain control. But it was no use. Pushing up until he was once again kneeling with her ass cheeks cradled between his thighs, he pulled his cock nearly out of her hot, wet, grasping pussy.

  She made a mewling sound when he hesitated a second with only the head inside her. That small sound ripped the last of his control from his grasp. He began to piston in and out, as hard and fast as his hips would move.

  * * * *

  Blaze needed something, anything to hang onto to keep from flying away from this truck, this man, and this incredible encounter that she still had a hard time believing was real.

  “Master, please,” she whimpered, her hands fisting and unclenching as she fought the cuffs that held her tight.

  “What, kitten?” he growled, his hips never pausing in their pistoning motion.

  “My hands. I need to touch you. Please,” Blaze begged, hoping he could make sense of her words.

  He must have, because in the next instant he slowed his thrusting as he unhooked first her right and then her left wrists from their cuffs.

  As soon as they were free, she reached up and took his hands. As soon as their skin touched, a warm sense of peace flowed through her, comforting her while at the same time shooting her over the edge. Her grip tightened as her muscles convulsed with the orgasm that flowed through her from pussy and clit outward.

  Several heartbeats later, he slammed home one last time, his body jerking as the warmth of his juices filled her pussy. She fought to keep her eyes open as she watched him fight to remain upright. For a moment, his expression looked as if he were in serious pain, and the next it blanked as if he were trying to process what just happened.

  “Please, Master,” she whispered, pulling on his hands, hoping to pull him down so she could hold him. “Please hold me.”

  He blinked, smiled, and leaned down, covering her torso with his cock remaining inside her. His clothes felt cool against her skin, but she did not and could not push him away. He did not speak, just slid his arms under her back and cuddled her for a few minutes as they both caught their breath. Then, long before she was ready, he reached down and released her ankles from their cuffs as well.

  She squeaked in pain when she straightened her legs, and the joints of hips and knees protested the movement. When he tried to pull away and look at her, she wrapped arms and legs around him, wishing she had the right to hold him all night long. But he was on duty, and that came before whatever pleasure she could offer.

  He lifted his head and kissed her long and slow, gently easing away as the now-cold air began to make its presence known. When he lifted his head, he pushed off her body and pulled his cock from her pussy.

  “Up, kitten. It’s getting cold,” he said.

  He pulled her to a sitting position in his truck before he jumped out. He pulled a handkerchief from a pocket and cleaned himself then her before straightening his clothes. In less than a minute, he looked as put together and polished as if what had happened between them never had.

  Blaze’s muscles felt weak, and she wondered if she would be able to stand as she slowly crawled from the truck bed. The plug felt strange as it shifted in her when she moved. By the time she stood and wobbled on her high heels, he had her coat ready for her to slip into. Once it covered her, she leaned her lower back against the truck as he buttoned the coat closed from her chin to her knees.

  When he finished, he wrapped an arm around her and led her back to her waiting car. Once there, he pulled her close for one last hug.

  “Lock your doors when you get home. Leave the plug in until morning. Sleep well,” he said, kissing her temple before releasing her.

  “Be safe,” she said once she was in the driver’s seat with her safety belt wrapped securely around her.

  He smiled and nodded then closed the door and stepped back. As she started the car and pulled out, he went to his truck and shut the gate before heading back to the station.

  She drove home slowly, shivering with aftereffect of their hot, intense, and oh-so-public coupling, as well as the feel of the plug still intruding in her ass. She could not keep from smiling as she thought about Andy and how she was growing to love him. If only she knew how to tell him. But how would she tell this Dom who had been forced upon her that she was falling in love with him?

  After all, though they spoke several times a day, neither had mentioned future commitment past Saturday night when they would next be visiting Club Esoteria.

  * * * *

  “Melinda, now that you have custody of your sister’s children, you can’t continue living here,” Blaze said on Friday afternoon, trying not to let the young woman hear her frustration.

  “But I can’t afford anything bigger,” Melinda repeated for what had to be the twelfth time. “We’re doing okay here.”

  Blaze looked around the one-bedroom apartment that was hardly big enough for one person, much less four. “And I told you that I found you an apartment with three bedrooms for the same rent you’re paying here. I can call in a few favors and get some friends to help you move and everything.”

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sp; Blaze rubbed at the sharp pain that had begun stabbing at the center of her forehead as soon as she had stepped into the overcrowded two-room apartment. Dealing with the woman who did not seem to understand was only part of her problem. The other part was that she had not heard from Andy since she had driven away from the station Wednesday night. A day and a half without contact and Blaze found herself vacillating between being anger with him for not calling, worry that he would never call again, and disgust with herself for waiting and praying for the phone to ring. She checked the phone a dozen times an hour, disappointed tears starting to prick her eyes when she saw no messages, no texts, no nothing from Andy.

  Taking a deep breath, she pushed away thoughts of the handsome firefighter and forced herself back to the situation at hand. She had to get Melinda and her new family out of this run-down house that had been converted into apartments and into one that was more appropriate for them.

  Melinda stared at her for a long moment before turning to pick up the newborn whose delivery had killed her mother and set in motion this current showdown. The baby had begun to cry in the laundry basket now used as a cradle of sorts. The other two children were arguing in the bedroom about who was going to sleep on the floor that night. From the sounds of it, they both wanted the privilege of camping out.

  “I don’t know, Miz Blaze. I mean, here we’re close to the store and everything.”

  Blaze had to turn away. Taking several deep breaths to keep from screaming at the woman, she turned back and used the last argument she had in her arsenal. “If you don’t move to a bigger apartment and quickly, I’m going to have to recommend to my superiors that the children be put in foster care because of inadequate living conditions.”

  Melinda’s eyes got wide, but before she could respond, someone pounded on the door.

  “Fire! The building’s on fire! Get out!”

  Since Blaze was closest to the door, she opened it then slammed it shut again as soon as she saw the hallway full of smoke. Turning back, she looked around. “We’ve got to get out of here. Is there another way out?”

  Melinda shook her head as she hugged the child in her arms closer to her chest.

  “Melinda! We’ve got to get out of here. Now!”

  Blaze went to the living room windows and looked out. They overlooked a side yard with a good fifteen-foot drop to the ground. Grabbing her briefcase and the oversized bag Melinda had carried the last time she stopped by the office, she raced past Melinda and into the bedroom.

  Startled, the children looked up at her. The fear she saw in their eyes forced her to stop, take several deep breaths, and find a calmness. The last thing she needed was these two to panic. She looked out the single window that faced the backyard. Relief washed through her when she saw a flat porch roof extended out from just a few feet below the window.

  “Melinda! Come in here!”

  Blaze struggled to open the window, but it refused to budge. Looking around, she saw nothing strong enough or hard enough to break the glass. Rushing back into the main room, she passed Melinda, who watched her with a curiously blank expression. Blaze glanced around the room saw a cast-iron skillet sitting on the stove. Perfect.

  Grabbing the pan in one hand she hefted it and found it was heavier than it looked. As she returned to the bedroom, she looped her arm through one of Melinda’s. Pulling her along, Blaze hurried back into the bedroom as fast as the other woman allowed.

  “Okay, kids, I need you to turn around and look over there,” Blaze pointed.

  The children went to stand on either side of Melinda and buried their faces in her legs. Taking the frypan handle in both hands, Blaze swung it like a baseball bat at the window. The glass shattered easily with a loud crash. At this point, Melinda and both older children joined the baby in crying.

  By this time, thick smoke had begun to drift into the bedroom. Blaze used the pan to finish breaking the glass out of the window frame then tossed her briefcase and Melinda’s carryall onto the porch roof.

  “Okay, Melinda, I need you to go out first then help the children get out, okay?”

  “Okay,” the other woman answered, sounding stunned.

  “Melinda! We’ve got to get the children out on the roof, now!” Blaze shook the woman.

  “But my things!” The woman looked around as if she was going to start throwing her belongings out the window instead of dealing with the children.

  “Belongings can be replaced. Take care of your children,” Blaze instructed, pushing the woman toward the open window

  She waited as Melinda climbed out then handed the two children out the window. Once they were safely out of the building, she turned away and headed back through the apartment. Mrs. Collins, who lived in the other apartment on the second floor was nearly deaf and might not have heard the alarm. Grabbing a piece of clothing from the basket on the couch, Blaze covered her mouth and nose then opened the door to the hallway.

  The smoke was growing so thick that she had to feel her way along the wall to the corner then along the back wall to the other side of the hall. She heard the several sirens grow louder. Help was on its way, but she continued moving forward, needing to reach Mrs. Collins. She began coughing with every step as the smoke got thicker and thicker.

  The sirens went silent a moment later, and all she could hear was her own coughing. She fell to her knees as she reached the door to the other apartment. She twisted the doorknob and collapsed into the apartment as the door swung inward, unable to go any farther.

  Chapter 10

  Andy was out of the cab of the fire engine and shrugging on his oxygen tank before Jackson had the truck completed stopped. He was halfway across the lawn when he noticed a familiar-looking car parked in the driveway. Backtracking a few steps, he read the license plate and muttered a curse. What was Blaze doing here? She should be safely tucked away in her office doing whatever it was a social worker for the county did.

  Continuing on, he forced himself to think about the job at hand and not the fact that the petite submissive was in the area. His cock ignored his brain and began to stiffen at the thought of seeing the pretty little blonde.

  “Get it together, Zimmerman. You’ve got a job to do,” he said, growling at himself as he rounded the house.

  “Help us! Please help us!”

  The cry from overhead caused Andy to stop and look up. A woman and three small children were sitting on the back porch roof. Grabbing the walkie-talkie handset clipped to his shoulder, Andy called for help and a ladder to get the family down. Once that order went out, he stepped back. “Is anyone else up there with you?”

  “Miz Blaze was here…but once we came out here, she left. I think she went to check on my neighbor,” the woman answered between gasping sobs.

  “Is that Blaze Richards?”

  “Yes, sir,” the woman said and nodded at the same time.

  Before he could ask his next question, Jackson Matthews and one of the volunteers working that day arrived carrying a ladder. As soon as they had it set up, Andy scrambled up the ladder, with Jackson on his heels.

  “Get these people down. I’m going in to find Blaze,” Andy said as he took off his helmet and pulled his mask into place as he automatically checked the air gauge and monitors to confirm he had a full tank of air.

  “Blaze? Little subbie from the club Blaze?” Jackson looked stunned.

  “That’s the one,” Andy said, putting his helmet back in place and turning to the broken window the young family had used to get onto the roof.

  The woman holding a baby grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn back. “Go out my door and turn right. That takes you around to the top of the stairs and then over to Miz Collins’s apartment.”

  “Thanks,” Andy said with a nod.

  “Be safe,” Jackson called after him.

  Andy raised a hand to acknowledge his friend’s words then slid through the opening. Taking a deep breath of the compressed air, he forced the thoughts of what he would do to the little sub
missive once they got out of there and tried to focus on the job at hand. Finding and getting her out of the smoke-filled building. Once she was safe, then they would have a long talk about what a risk she had taken by trying to do his job.

  He hurried through the apartment, and once in the smoke-filled hallway, he dropped to his knees and crawled, following the wall to the end, and turned and followed it until it turned again. His pulse pounded in his ears, almost drowning out the voices squawking in his ear as he moved as fast as he dared. The building was old, and he could already feel heat coming up through the floor. If he didn’t find Blaze fast, it might be too late.

  When a pair of feet in high-heeled pumps came into view, he muttered yet another curse, earning him a “Watch your language, Zimmerman,” from someone.

  Instead of answering, he continued crawling up her body with his hands and legs traveling up either side of her slim form. He checked for injuries as he went, but found none. When he reached her chest, he saw she was still breathing, but it was shallow and rapid. He continued crawling until he was past her form and through the open door into the apartment. A quick look around showed there was no one else up here. Returning to Blaze, he got to his feet before pulling her up and over one shoulder.

  He moved down the stairs and out the front door as quickly as he could. Once outside, he moved well away from the house before laying his precious cargo on the ground. He took a moment to stop and look at her. She looked pale and dust-covered from the smoke. She also looked too still. Had he arrived too late? Had she taken her last breath while he was busy checking the empty apartment?

  His heart pounding, he checked her over but found no other injuries, except the smoke inhalation. Knowing what she was and was not supposed to be wearing under her suit, he made sure to keep her legs together and her skirt pulled down as far as it would go.