Ladder 54: Five Firefighter Romances

by Maren Smith

  The smooth leather bench felt cool under her tummy, and the slight indentations where her knees settled tied the well-maintained equipment to a kinky past. He rubbed her thighs gently before securing her wrists and ankles into the soft leather cuffs, but before she could adjust to the newest confinement, he snapped the leg extenders to the sides then tilted the whole machine to angle her pussy upward.

  Opening the glass door facing the lake, he wandered the room, taking his time getting back to her. A cool breeze enveloped her overheated body as he slipped his t-shirt over his head, exposing solid abs and well-framed shoulders. His hardened muscles glistened with a touch of his own sweat, frustratingly out of her reach. Her inability to touch him… to direct his movement… bring him closer to her need… increased her readiness with a shudder.

  From behind, he slipped a blindfold over her eyes, forcing all of her senses into the emerging volcano. Curving slowly down the length of her body, between her thighs, over her bottom, across her aching breasts, each invisible touch tied closer toward his ultimate control. She pulled against her cuffs in a desperate attempt to escape, but locked firmly in place, her belly pressed into the smooth bench. Her nipples peaked to a hormone-spiked rigidity, and he fondled each hard nub between his forefinger and thumb with a pinch hard enough to make her gasp, a dewy wetness settling between her thighs.

  She wiggled her ass in what she thought was a little defiance, but the limited physical action cemented her vulnerability, and a tiny whimper escaped. “Hush,” he demanded with a sharp slap to her bottom. “I’ve tied you with those legs wide open so I can play with your wet pussy. This is about what’s going to please me, then we’ll see if you’ve been good enough.”

  Her pussy was ready long before his warm fingers separated her swollen lips and the effect was so primal… carnal… that no words could describe the overwhelming sensation. Long, luxurious strokes slipped along her slick chamber as unrestrained pleasure churned from a single spot. When he settled on her clit with a taunting, teasing flux, the sensation spread to her toes. Her orgasm had to be near. Dark, shallow breaths intertwined with desperate whimpers, but the failure to meet his rhythm or even use her own hands to guide her relief was maddening. She honestly didn’t care what he fucked her with, but if he didn’t do it soon, she would surely not survive.

  “How are you feeling now, pretty one?” he asked with a murmur. “I don’t hear you begging yet. Let’s ratchet this up a notch.”

  While he spoke, a clinking of metal came closer as he rolled her right nipple to a rigid peak. A clamp bit her sensitive nub followed by the pressure of a heavy weight to keep the sensitivity consistent. Instead of registering the pain as nefarious, her core ignited a firestorm of sensations. He repeated the performance on her second breast, and a million neurons in her body begged for more.

  “Do you feel that, little girl?” he said softly. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” The burning from the leather paddle on her bottom caught her by surprise. She shrieked to match both the spank against her tender skin and an immediate release of fluids between her legs. She burned a deep red with the thought that somehow, she’d embarrassed herself, when his fingers ran along her labia, soaking up her newest wet reaction. “You came already, naughty little girl. Well, I guess we need to do something about that. Rule number one, you don’t orgasm until I give you permission.”

  Without warning, his fingertips rested on her lips, and she quickly opened her mouth. He laid the taste of her own sex on her tongue, and she sucked greedily, but wishing with her whole heart it was his cock. “I’m sorry. Please, just… finish me…”

  His groan was almost imperceptible. “I’m going to finish you, but there has to be a punishment for coming without permission. Tell me you’re ready for your spanking, or I’ll have to impose a much harsher discipline.”

  “Please, sir. I…” She wanted the words to come out, but a trickle of anxiety rippled down her spine. “I… please…”

  “Please what?” His voice had a harder edge. The sound of leather hitting skin with no physical effect to her was frighteningly close, and she could envision his bulging biceps practicing his weapon’s impact on his palm. “Do you need your spanking now?”

  “Please, no… please. I won’t come again. I promise.” Cabinets opened and more deliciously frightening sounds filled her senses. A chain rattling… a hiss and a snap of a whip… leather hitting something solid… all increased her anxiety to inexplicably fuel her need.

  The first correction caught her by surprise as a strap conformed across her bottom to deliver a truly painful spank. Before she could object, two more were delivered, each burning her skin, building upon the other with precision, covering his entire target to overwhelm her. “I turn naughty bottoms red when little girls don’t obey me,” he murmured softly. “You should have asked for your punishment.”

  With no time to adjust between strokes and no definition of the end, she cried out in a panic. “No… I can’t do this…” But he didn’t stop, and two more stripes were delivered.

  The metamorphosis was almost instantaneous. Under a dramatic lessening of the pain, the warm effects rose across her ass as a thousand connectors in her bottom came into direct contact with her blood-swollen clit to bring her pressure point to a new, unimaginable height, and she cried out with a guttural moan that sounded almost alien.

  He stood close enough for her to inhale his scent, and she instinctively knew what he expected. Her mouth opened, and his hardened shaft lightly touched her lips before she grabbed it with greedy desperation. The slight taste of his pre-cum was salty, and she took as much of his cock as she could get, running her tongue along his velvety gift, sucking hard until his moans became obvious.

  She cried in frustration when he pulled away and moved behind her with the sound of a condom wrapper being discarded, but the massage to her labia was her next gift. With long strokes, one finger, then two, he finally entered her, alternating between a deep spot inside of her and the tiny swollen nub controlling her entire mind. He played, teased, taunted… until all of her energy tensed under the weight of her arousal, and she cried out again, throwing her head back and waiting for him to fuck her. “Please… please… I’ll do anything you say—”

  Before she could finish, the tip of his hardened shaft pushed at her swollen sex. Small gentle touches fueled the firestorm as shuddering ripples of frenzied nerves flowed from her vaginal walls. At the moment her orgasm was near, he thrust hard into her core, and she screamed as waves of ecstasy-filled spasms rolled through her body, releasing copious wetness to envelop his cock.

  Before she could adjust, he began to move in and out of her tight channel, his abs providing gentle spanks to her over-sensitized bottom, and long methodical strokes of his cock invaded the walls of her vagina. He tickled her belly before returning to her clit, but she begged, “No, I can’t do this again…”

  He built them to a second crescendo and this time, they came together. His groans were dwarfed by her desperate cries for more as they let go in a circle of frantic need, each hungry for the other’s soul, unwilling to end the deep connection between them.

  Chapter Nine

  He released her from his toys while she was still in a hazy fog of bliss. Within minutes, she was wrapped in a heated blanket that smelled of soap and fabric softener, and they were cuddled in front of the roaring fireplace in the living room. Snuggled in his warm cocoon, she remained blissfully nude, but he’d slipped back into his soft, worn jeans, his rock-hard chest finally available for her exploration.

  “That was amazing, Declan.” She spoke softly, running her fingertips over his shoulders, experiencing every tender touch with a content sigh. “I’m not like a virgin or anything, but I’ve never experienced a… reaction… like that.”

  “You can say orgasm, honey.” He laughed. “This experience really requires you to speak up. There’s nothing erotic about a scene if we both aren’t enjoying ourselves. Think about your limits and
put your trust in your dom.”

  “But, I didn’t think the pain would really be part of the fun. I don’t understand how all of that works. I mean, who gets off on being in pain?”

  “Pain, pleasure, and even fear all share the same brain circuit. Athletes embrace pain. People love to be afraid on roller coasters and watching scary movies. Deep massages and even a mouth-biting, spicy food are actually painful. In this case, I built you slowly and layered the sensations so your brain got used to the touch before we moved onto the next level. Next time, I want to try something different. A feather, some ice, the heat from melted candle wax. There are so many sensations we can experiment with.”

  Next time. With a single sentence, the sum of all her problems returned, and she curled toward his chest with a tiny sniffle.

  “Don’t freeze up on me, baby,” he murmured softly, pulling her on top of him. “I won’t move too fast. Missoula isn’t that far away, and I’d like to keep playing with you, if you’ll have me. As a matter of fact, I’ve got some leave coming up. Why don’t you come to my fishing cabin for a few days? It’s a little primitive, but it’s cozy, private, and we can—”

  “Yes,” she interrupted firmly. “Yes, I will.”

  “I haven’t finished,” said Declan with another laugh. “For all you know, I was going to say something horrible, like handle live rattlesnakes or something.”

  “I trust you, Dec. Really I do. I… I just need to run out to the camper to take care of a few things, then we can go.”

  “Maybe we should take your camper to my apartment,” he said with a frown. “All I have here is my motorcycle. I have an SUV, too, but it’s a chilly, windy ride out there to pick it up.”

  “I think a motorcycle sounds amazing. I just need my wallet and cell… and maybe we can stop at a discount store for some clean clothes and necessities after we pick up your car. I’ll arrange for my… somebody to come get the camper. Let’s pack up and go. Right now. I just need a few minutes.”

  He looked a little confused. “Okay. Let me clean up here a bit, then take care of the fire. We hire housekeepers to come in after we’re done, but I don’t like to leave a mess. I’ll meet you back here in twenty minutes.” He tapped her nose with a smirk. “Don’t make me come looking for you, though. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

  She propped herself up on her hands as he slid out from underneath her, waiting until he’d left the room to draw a deep breath. Her brain spun as she desperately attempted to formulate a realistic plan on her way to the playroom to retrieve her clothes. All of her problems existed a few hundred yards away in a five-thousand-pound home on wheels. The magical weekend didn’t have to end, and she could have it all. All she needed to do was get rid of Claudia. In fifteen minutes.

  * * *

  Right where she’d left her, Claudia was impatiently sitting on the small couch wearing the same jeans and red t-shirt as Claire, but for the first time in her life, Claire knew their differences were far stronger than their similarities. She turned to the suitcase to find another outfit when she remembered that she’d left the matching bag in the house, but mentally abandoned her things to the garbage to discard any memory of this miserable plan.

  “Where the hell have you been, Claire? We have to leave soon, and I didn’t get my turn again.”

  “Your turn at what?” mumbled Claire so softly there was no possible response.

  “Fine,” snapped Claudia, fixing her hair and dabbing at her lipstick in front of a mirror over the table. “I’ll try to stretch him past three, but we should still be home in time for dinner. Mom’s making sauce today.”

  Claudia was almost to the door when Claire shouted, “No, just freaking stop and listen to me for once. I… You… aren’t going back in there. Only I am. You’re going to wait for us to drive away on his motorcycle then get in that oversized driver’s seat and go home. I’ll see you in a few days and maybe we can explain this whole twin sister thing to him without him ever knowing.”

  “Knowing what?” said Claudia incredulously. “And if you think I’m not going to go back in there and finish this off, you’re delusional. I spent a lot of money for this weekend too, and I’ve barely been with him.”

  “No. That’s not what’s going to happen. I’m not sharing this, Claudia. He’s mine. You can just… I’ll pay you back as soon as I get the money, but he’s mine.”

  “This is crazy,” her sister countered, pointing a perfectly manicured finger in her direction. “You’re crazy. We can’t afford two memberships, so you’re just going to have to suck it up and give me my turn until we can get our foot in the door. You can play with Mr. Hot Fireman anytime you want after we join, but stay out of my way today.”

  “I’m not in your way, Claudia,” she responded in a dangerous tone. “But you aren’t getting in my way. This is between me and him, and you’re not going anywhere near him.”

  Claudia crossed her arms, and it took every bone in Claire’s body not to smack the smug look off of her face. “So…” Claudia drawled with a grin, “now I see it. Little sister has a crush on the fireman. Come on, Claire. You can’t fall for a guy you just met. There are dozens of doms in this place. Let it go. I’ll go back over there and…”

  “No.” Claire willed her voice to turn to steel. “No… You’re not leaving this camper.”

  Claudia had always been a horrible listener and was out the door before she’d finished the sentence. “Don’t be stupid,” she scolded over her shoulder. “You aren’t going to stop me.”

  Claire’s foot stopped the door from slamming behind her sister, and she followed Claudia into the parking lot. “I mean it, Claudia. Stop, before I—”

  “Get back in there,” hissed Claudia. “There are a million windows in that place, and he’s going to see you.”

  Claire took a dangerous step closer to her sister, her eyes a dark window to the anger brewing inside of her, finally forcing Claudia to retreat. She continued forward as her sister moved backward, their gazes boring laser-like holes into their mirror images until Claudia was at the top of the hillside with her sneakers sinking slightly in the mud, Claire’s just slightly damp from the wet grass. It was a difference that suddenly meant a great deal to her.

  “Stop being all… like this…” babbled Claudia uncertainly. “I paid for this weekend too, and I’m not leaving here until that cock and I are better acquainted, so—”

  Claudia never finished her sentence. Claire shoved. Claudia lost her footing and grabbed a hold of Claire’s t-shirt with a scream, and both slipped over the muddy embankment.

  Chapter Ten

  Packed and ready to go, he’d stood patiently in the kitchen waiting for her to return but when another ten minutes went by with no pretty, dark-haired submissive in his arms, he went out the front door with his backpack to get his bike out of the garage, happily brainstorming the appropriate punishment for a tardy arrival.

  The muffled screaming from the lakeside of the house kicked his professional instincts to full gear. With his heart pounding, he rushed toward the camper where’d he’d last seen her. The door to the vehicle was slightly open, but before he could look inside, a second set of angry, muffled curses exploded from the hillside, and he quickly moved to the edge to discover a full-blown girl-fight about forty feet down the mucky embankment. Rolling on the ground with long hair covering their faces, both women were unrecognizable, but he was pretty sure one of those mud-covered females was his new girlfriend.

  “Lee. Stop that,” he demanded in his sternest voice from his clean, dry perch high above them, but one of the dark-haired girls grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. The resounding series of curses would have made a sailor blush, and he realized the battle was more of a muddy wrestling match than anything seriously violent.

  With an attempt to preserve some sense of cleanliness, he moved down the part of the hillside that still held some green growth, silently cursing the need to apply more grass seed to the embankment the girls were effe
ctively destroying. When he was across from the catfight, he demanded, “Stop. Now. Both of you.”

  Completely ignoring him, the two women continued to roll in the mud with more hair-pulling, arm-twisting, and a high-pitched shrieking that set his nerves on edge. He raised his eyebrow before glancing at his favorite sneakers with a heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose in quiet frustration. When the girls slid a little further down the hillside on their bottoms, he finally gave up his spectator status. Meticulously crossing the muddy hillside, his feet quickly grew heavy, but the tread on his shoes kept him from sliding along with the women.

  With a little physical proximity, his assessment of the situation increased… along with his confusion. Similar in size, either of them could have been his newest submissive, so he grabbed the first woman he could reach. The ensuing struggle pulled him into the slippery mud, and he landed on his ass with a screaming woman firmly grasped in his arms. The other woman laughed at him, standing briefly before her feet slipped out from under her and she fell to the ground, but the she-cat on his lap wasn’t ready to be controlled. Sharp teeth whipped around until they connected to his forearm with serious intent.

  Without thinking, he planted his hand firmly on the backside that was so conveniently placed under his palm. The retribution for his muddied pants felt so rewarding that he added a few more spanks for good measure. “Ow. Stop that, you bastard,” his captive shrieked with a high-pitched noise.

  The other woman started to crawl toward them, but he held his hand out using his most authoritative voice. “Stop. Right there.”

  Sitting back on her ass, she pushed the filthy hair out of her face with even muddier hands, and he finally recognized Lee. Her eyes were angry, but she obeyed with a mean pout. “It’s her fault. I didn’t start this.”