I now own a house, things have been moved and now there are so many boxes to unpack. Things have been so crazy, kiddo has started kindergarten, and I pick up my dogs next weekend, but when I saw this I knew I had to make time to share it. Tell me what you think!
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Here’s what I know: Firemen are nicer than cops.
More predictable. They have that same hero desire but it burns brighter.
They’re not quite as power-hungry or controlling. Except for the captain.
They call him Blaze and he’s got a streak of controlling cop for sure.
It’s a trait that unfortunately makes my knees go weak in a boss.
Especially a beefy fire captain boss.
Having smoking hot Lia Burke in my firehouse might be the death of me.
I can’t stand the other guys ogling her. They are not exactly PC.
It’s locker room talk around here twenty-four seven.
I swear I’m going to have a sexual harassment claim on my hands in less than a month.
And I’ll probably be the guy who crosses the line first.
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He lifts his chin toward an open door. “The bedroom’s in there. I want you to go in, shut the door, and take off all your clothes but your panties. If you need to use the restroom, do that first. Then kneel in the corner and wait for me.”
The flutters in my belly surge, my whole pelvic floor lifts and squeezes. This is really happening.
Part of me wants to run for the door as fast as I can.
But I’m no chicken.
And besides, I want this.
It’s way more than a curiosity. Way beyond seeing what makes the captain tick. This is for me. When he mentioned punishment, something I never knew was inside me woke up. It was like he was speaking a secret language to me.
And yes, absolution for my sins sounds wonderful.
So does having it delivered by the sexy captain.
“Yes, sir.” I walk on wobbly knees to the bedroom and shut the door. This room is like the rest of the place. Clean. Comfortable. Simple.
I feel like I’m at the doctor’s office, where you strip as fast as you can because the thought of not being in the appropriate garb when the doctor comes back is embarrassing.
I want to get this right.
Do whatever Blaze asks of me.
And yeah, the kneeling gave me pause. But only for a second. And then it turned me way the hell on.
I take off my clothes and fold them up. In the corner, I see he’s put a small pillow on the floor.
It’s so freaking thoughtful, my chest tightens. Heart pounding, I drop to my knees on it, facing the juncture of the two walls.
Blaze comes in and shuts the door. I listen for his footsteps, but they don’t come to me, they head toward the bed.
“Come here, little girl.”
I stand up, heat burning my cheeks. It’s one thing to play sexy cock tease and goad him into spanking me at the station. It’s quite another to be called on the carpet this way. The fact that I’m almost completely naked and he’s fully dressed makes it all the more squirmy, which I’m sure is his intent.
Still, he’s warm. Almost inviting. He spreads his knees wide and reaches for me, pulling me to stand between them. He cups my ass in his hands, kneading possessively.
“Do you know what a safe word is?”
“I need a yes, sir.”
His lips twitch. “What’s yours, baby?”
I nibble my lip. “Um… firetruck.”
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