Page 8 of Up In Flames
The fear vanished, lust driving it away, and I hurried out of my pants. This was Taroc, he wasn't going to hurt me. I don't know what I'd been thinking.
“Come here.” He held a hand out to me.
I climbed off the bed and went to him, intending to drop to my knees and give him the best blow job of his life. But before I could, he lifted me off the floor, dragging me up his body to kiss me. Wild and possessive, the kiss had me moaning and grinding against him. By the time it was over, I would have done anything he asked.
But I wasn't prepared for what he did.
Taroc took me to one of the contraptions. He laid me down on a padded plank, set my heels in footrests that rose on bars to either side, and strapped my ankles in place. I looked around with wide eyes, taking in the metal bars of the thing that rose over me, more straps dangling from it. Suddenly, I saw the purpose of those strange things. But instead of horrifying me, it excited me. Plus, the bench was comfortable. There was even a small pillow beneath my head. Whatever the thing was, it was meant for pleasure. I started to relax.
And then he strapped my wrists to a bar above my head.
“Taroc, what is this thing?”
“It's to enhance our sex,” he said and let out a long, pleased breath. His hand swept down my chest, idly playing with my nipples before moving to my belly. My cock. He took myshaft in hand and said, “When we're here, I want you to call me daddy.”
I blinked. “You want me to call youwhat?”
Taroc growled.
“All right! Daddy! You're . . . daddy? That's kind of weird, Taroc.”
He growled again.
“Daddy! Shit. Motherfucker. Daddy, you're Daddy. I get it.”
Taroc went to the table, looked over his collection of oddities, chose a bottle and that dick thing, then returned to his place between my thighs. He set the things down on a handy ledge, then cranked a lever. The contraption forced my legs apart until I could feel the air on my asshole.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. “Is this a Tytra thing?”
“Be a good boy and speak when you're spoken to.”
I gaped at Taroc.
“I just spoke to you!”
“Uh. Um. Yes, Daddy?”
Taroc grinned.
Oh, wow. What the fuck is this kinky shit? It's always the quiet ones.
Taroc opened the bottle and poured oil over my hole. With the way my hips were angled, it slid down and seeped inside. Meanwhile, he corked the bottle and set it aside. Butthen Taroc was rubbing it in with one thick finger. Massaging it up and down, flicking the underside of my balls. And I writhed, gripping the bar and undulating my hips. Needing more.
Taroc stopped.
I opened my eyes to find him oiling up the black leather dick. And now that I could see it up close, I was certain that's what it was. It even had the shape of a tip at one end. And he coated that end until it was glossy. Then he met my stare and lowered the tip. I felt it press against my entrance.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“I told you to only speak when spoken to.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” I grinned. Yeah, all right, this was getting fun.
His lips twitched. “Bad boys get spankings, Ember.”
“Spankings?” I bit my lip. Why did that sound so erotic? “Oh, no. Don't spank me, Daddy.”
Taroc chuckled. “Then be a good boy.”
