Taming the Fire by Sydney Croft Read Free Book Online

invaded in any way.
    She angled the wand to strike his prostate on each stroke, drawing a ragged groan from him. Gradually, his struggles ceased, and he began to rock into her thrusts.
    “You've been a very bad boy,” she said softly. “I don't know if I should let you come or not.” Still thrusting into him, she reached around and unsnapped his gag, letting it fall to the floor. “Are you sorry for disobeying me earlier?”
    “Yes … . Mistress.” His voice was low, guttural, so thick with need that her own desire whipped through her, making her clit swell and her breasts grow achingly heavy.
    “Then I'll release you. When I do, you'll climb on the bondage altar and lay on your back.”
    “Whatever pleases you, Mistress.”
    This was too easy. “Given your past behavior, I'll be taking some precautions.”
    He groaned as she removed the anal wand and fetched a cock cage. He didn't seem angry anymore, but she'd definitely pushed him to his limit, sexually and emotionally, and no way was she going to risk him either finding release with his own hand or jumping on her.
    She locked the device, a tube shaped of wire and leather, in place, removed the ball spreader, and released Trance from the stocks. For a moment he stood there, nostrils flaring, chest heaving, and his wild gaze boring into her. Shadows lurked in his eyes, and she knew he was trying to decide how much further he wanted to take this. The internal battle waged in his expression, and she wondered why he was here, doing something so against his nature, and why it was so important to him.
    “Do it,” she said. “Do it now, or we end this.”
    The vein in his temple throbbed, but he padded to the altar and lay back as ordered. Quickly, she fastened his arms and legs to the table, for which she earned a brief glare.
    Syn ran her hand up his thigh. “This one is worthy of extra attention.” Her voice was husky, dripping with desire, and a savage streak of jealousy shot through Rik. “Let's play with him together. You can fuck him while I let him eat my pussy.” She grasped his jaw and tilted his face toward her. “Show me your tongue, boy.”
    Trance nailed Syn with a fierce stare. “You are not my mistress.” His voice was like gravel tumbling over ice.
    He should have obeyed Syn, and Rik should be furious that he didn't, but satisfaction curled through her instead. She swatted Syn's hand away. “He's mine. For tonight,” she amended, at the other woman's cocked eyebrow.
    Syn huffed. “If you need an extra set of hands, call me.”
    Once Syn was gone, Rik turned to Trance. “Look at me.” He obeyed, but nothing had changed. The battle raged on in the shadows of his eyes, the severe line of his jaw. Something in her melted a little at the sight of a war she understood far too well.
    “Why are you doing this, Trance? Why are you forcing yourself to do something you don't want to do?” Her voice was soft as she placed a hand on his chest, felt his heartbeat pound into her palm, coming faster with each passing second. She knew what it was like to go against one's nature. Each time she played the hated role of dominatrix, she lost one more piece of the peaceful, happy girl she'd been before Itor took her. “Did you hurt someone during play? Is that why you're doing this? Penance?”
    “I told you—”
    “Yes, you said you wanted to learn to submit. I don't believe you. You don't want to learn. You don't want to be here. But you are. Why?”
    “My reasons are my own.” His voice lowered, throbbed with challenge. “If true confessions are part of this deal, then let me up and I'll go find Syn. She has no interest in my soul. She only wants my tongue.”
    Jealousy spun up again, and was ruthlessly squashed. If this were a true Dom-sub relationship, she'd push, would spend weeks, maybe months earning enough trust to go deep into his psyche and learn what he needed and why he would force himself to push so hard against his nature. But