Dallas Fire & Rescue_Sizzling Attraction

by Thianna D.

  He was her official campaign manager. When she told her father’s man to take a hike, her father removed all of his support. Beau suggested she find a campaign manager who had experience. She wanted him. He didn’t think he did too badly, but he also knew he could do better. Politics was a chess match and the opponents’ next moves surprised him most of the time. It was a dirty game.

  “Are you going to run next time?” someone asked.

  Madison laughed softly. “That’s years away. Ask me then.” She glanced over at Beau and smiled. He winked back. When she turned back to the crowd, her smile was even bigger. “For now, I’m going back to working with my clients and dating this wonderful man here.” She pointed to Beau. “Sorry ladies. He’s most definitely taken.”

  The crowd chuckled and looked his way. He sent them his most dazzling smile, amused when some of the women fanned themselves. They were pretty but he didn’t want any of them. The woman he wanted was already his.

  A buzz from his phone caught his attention and he pulled it out. He smiled at the caller ID. He hadn’t spoken to Kendrick much for the last few months. Since his accident, he had focused more on that idea they had of finding a place where they could be kinky in peace. To date, every place they’d looked at hadn’t panned out.

  Kendrick: Headed to Canada. There’s an area in Nova Scotia that might work for us. Still interested if we find it?

  Beau: We might be. Maddie lost her run. Let us know if you do find such a place.

  Kendrick: When, Beau. When. I’m going to find it.

  Beau: IF you find it, let me know. It would be good for both of us.

  He put his phone back into his pocket as Madison finished up her speech. It was time to take his lady home and remove all the stress she’d been under. Beau was more than ready.

  The ride home was quiet. It was so wonderful to be back inside Beau’s truck rather than in the rental they had during the last six months of her campaign. It had been a behemoth, but she’d understood its use since the car had held her driver, her, Beau, and at least two interns or assistants at any given time.

  “Tired?” Beau’s voice filled her with warmth and she opened her eyes and turned toward him.

  “Yes. But also glad it’s over. I was looking forward to being governor, but there’s also a part of me that’s glad the whole merry-go-round is over.”

  He reached over and took her hand, twining their fingers together. “You would make a great governor,” he said. “And if you decide to run next time, we’ll hire someone who really knows their stuff.”

  Next time. So many people wanted to know if she would run again. Including herself. There were years before she had to decide. Tonight she just wanted to be with her man. “Your mom’s waiting to see me until tomorrow, right?” she checked. Of all the changes in her life since she’d stood up to her father, Beau’s family was her favorite. Myra, Vy, and Colbert were fun, loving, and their sense of humor was wonderful. However, as much as she adored them, she didn’t want them at the house. Madison needed Beau in the worst way, the most carnal way. Finding his family there would put a huge crunch in her plans for the rest of the night.

  “She called as soon as the final results came up. We’re expected over for lunch on Saturday. Momma felt that you might need a few days to kick back and relax.”

  Relief flooded through her. “God bless your momma.”

  A deep rolling chuckle filled the cab of the truck making her grin. “I’m sure she’d be thrilled at the sentiment. Vy and Balt sent their condolences by text as well. Vy said she’s coming in for Thanksgiving and you two can get drunk and commiserate together.”

  She snickered. “That should be a fun night. Vy with alcohol becomes an unrestrained vixen. She comes on to everyone in the bar, man or woman.”

  “In that case, we’ll call Judy and load up on some of her cider and the two of you can drink in Momma’s basement.”

  “That won’t stop her,” Madison said with a huge grin. “She’ll probably just come onto me.”

  Beau shot her a befuddled look. “She’s gonna come on to my girl?”

  “If I’m the only one there.”

  He sighed. “All right. In that case, we’ll make hers non-alcoholic.”

  They lived in her rambler. She’d worried it would be too small for the two of them. As it turned out, it was. But only because they didn’t have the space to put in the dungeon Beau had his mind on. Instead, he’d changed most of her furniture and it all now held restraints. Thankfully, unless someone knew, it wasn’t obvious. Or at least she hoped not. Then again, she’d love to see the expression on someone’s face if they did know.

  Strong, put together, Madison Barnet enjoyed kinky hot sex. It might blow their mind.

  As soon as they walked inside, Beau put his hands on her upper arms and turned her toward him. “Go to our room. Remove all your clothes. And choose from the three implements I have laid out on the bed.”

  Her exhaustion turned to lava and she perked up. “You already planned something?”

  That wonderful smile that always made her wet spread across his face. “Why, Maddie, you know I’m always prepared.” At the mention of her nickname, her core tightened. It was going to be one of those nights. He only ever used that nickname when he expected her to submit and those scenes always took her to a place stress couldn’t reach.

  Yes, please.

  She turned and darted toward their bedroom. The entire run had been stressful, but the last week had been pure hell. This was the perfect way to end the tense muscles and extreme stress that filled her. It would also help them reconnect. She’d been so busy that she felt she ignored him sometimes. And the one person in the world she never wanted to ignore was Beau.

  Once inside, she quickly removed her clothes. The suit went to the very left of her closet to take to the dry cleaners. She tossed her underwear into the hamper. She removed the clips that held her hair up in a bun and let the tendrils fall down her back. Then, and only then, did she look at their bed. A four-poster California King with metal rings up and down each post, it was a monster and took up most of the space. Her eyes zeroed in on the items Beau had left out for her to choose from.

  At the sight, a gust of breath left her. Her man knew her well. In a straight line were three implements: a slapper, a crop, and a single tail. It was similar to the single tail he’d been testing out the first night they met. While it had always been with his implements, he hadn’t offered to use it on her. Until now.

  She trailed one fingertip down the leather, feeling the ridges the braiding left. The tip was thin and would most definitely bite. And she wanted that. Truth be told, she wanted it all.

  Madison slid her toes into her highest heels and knelt facing the door with her knees far apart and her hands on her thighs. While waiting for him, she breathed slowly in and out, her body already purging her surface stress as she settled into a different mindset. Her focus was on Beau, on pleasing him, and in taking what he gave her.

  Her man, her lover, her Dom would never harm her. He’d shown her that from the very first day they met. With each strike, each touch, Beau would remove the person everyone else saw. He would strip away Madison Barnet, politician and leave behind his Madison who could smile, laugh, and enjoy life with him at her side. Beau would remove her stress, whipping it out of her if need be. And when that was done, he would fuck her until she couldn’t think. After that, he would hold her close for the rest of the night, telling her how he felt about her. Tears pricked at her corner of her eyes in anticipation.

  In the end it would be her. No masks. No subservience. Just the brash, sassy woman he loved. The edges of her lips quirked up.

  The door opened. The time was now. A frisson of energy went through her. So many thoughts rushed away as all she concentrated on was him. Gooseflesh popped up along her arms and legs and her core clenched with need as she felt him enter their room.

  Beau stepped in and closed the door behind him. He moved around the r
oom, changing his clothes, brushing his teeth, and doing everything he normally did at the end of an evening. The little sounds were soothing and she slid even more into her submissive mindset.

  “Good evenin’, Maddie.” She was sure he hadn’t changed his voice, but it sounded more commanding, deeper and intense. And the dropping of the G was because he knew it made her smile.

  “Good evening, Sir.”

  He combed through her hair with his fingers, sending wonderful chills down her spine. “You look beautiful. You know how much I appreciate those shoes. Which of the items do you want me to use?”

  For the first time in her life she wanted to feel the sharp sting of a single tail, to go beyond the pain for him and for herself. She wanted to sink into a level of submission she had never tried before.

  Beau stepped in front of her and she raised her eyes to meet his. The brown depths called to her and she smiled, a part of her sinking further into submission. “Whatever pleases you, Sir.”

  As expected, his pupils contracted and he nodded. “You please me. I think tonight is gonna take you somewhere you’ve never been, Maddie. Pain, pleasure, and perhaps the clouds.” She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but was willing to go along with it. “Stand.”

  She stood up and he pulled out two sets of cuffs. He wrapped them around her wrists and ankles. “Stand by the posts.”

  Her heart beat sped up as she stepped up against the footboard and spread her legs and arms out. Beau connected the cuffs to the rings and wrapped a thick leather band over her eyes. She tensed as that wasn’t a normal part of their play. He stilled and waited. As scary as losing her sight was, she trusted him. He would never harm her. Letting her breath go, she relaxed.

  “Good girl.” He finished securing the band and she gave a soft sigh of pleasure at the words. “I think we need to get you a second tattoo. That tiny one between your legs is sweet, but I’d love to see one right here.” He dragged his fingernails over her mound. “Something darin’ and sexy.” Beau pressed his front to her back and pressed her forward until her arms and legs were stretched. “Perhaps something with a hint of ownership.”

  Her eyes flashed open, not that it did any good. Ownership. Him. She trembled. They’d discussed having a collar besides the leather one he had her wear when they went to BDSM clubs, but hadn’t decided on anything specific. The idea of a collar representing him as a tattoo made her almost giddy.

  “We’ll discuss that at a later time,” he murmured into her ear. “Just something to think about.” And she would definitely think about it. “For now, let me give you another thing to think about.”

  Snap. Snap. Snap. She gasped as he tapped her clit lightly with a crop. Even lightly, it left a wonderful sting that bloomed into excitement. Snap. Snap. Snap. In threes, he continued to land that wonderful piece of leather on her clit, leaving a few seconds in between to let the sensation flow out until her entire core burned and clenched with need.

  Three more snaps. She moaned and a hand came down hard on her buttocks. The smack was loud and she gasped. It was quickly followed by the slapper landing hard across her ass, a sizzling heat taking its place. Before she could slide into the pleasure that came from it, another fall came. And another.

  Snap. Snap. Snap. Those three taps on her clit were harder and she whimpered even as the pleasure zoomed straight to her pussy and a trickle of liquid dribbled down her leg.

  Smack! The slapper hit her right buttock, almost immediately followed by her left. Before she could deal with the fire blooming up both cheeks, he landed a hit right over both, crossing both welts. Madison cried out, though while it was in pain, it wasn’t in any way a desire for him to stop. They had their safe words and she was nowhere near her limits.

  Back and forth. Front and back. Beau continued to tap her clit and smack her ass and upper thighs with the slapper. Her legs trembled with the force of staying strong by the time he paused. He slid his fingers between her folds and stroked around her sore, aching, exposed clitoris.

  “So wet,” he murmured. “So needy. You’re all puffy, Maddie. What do you want?”

  “You,” she gasped.

  He chuckled. “Good to hear, girl. But I can send you higher before I take you.”

  Her skin prickled and her breathing increased. Yes, take me.

  “Maddie, when I tell you to remain still, you are to do so. I do not ever intend to harm you, but if you move, this could hurt in a bad way. Can you hold still for me?”

  She could do anything for him. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” Warmth suffused her skin and she quivered in excitement. “Don’t move.”

  She stilled and heard the slight hiss before a string of fire lit up her left ass cheek. A cry left her lips and she clamped her lips shut as the fire combined with the burning warmth that had already been there and sent need to her pussy.

  “Don’t move.” The next slash came right next to the first one and she cried out again. “You’re doin’ good, Maddie. I’m proud of you.”

  Pride zoomed through every vein, every neuron. He was proud of her. And she could do this. As horrible as the pain of the whip was, the whoosh of cool and heat to her core afterward and his pleasure in it made it all worth it.

  There were three more strikes, all of them sizzled along her skin like acid, turning into a need she’d never felt before. It crawled along her skin and pulsed between her legs. Everything in the world disappeared except for her, him, and the whip.

  “One more, my dear Maddie. One more and I’m gonna fuck you until you don’t even know your own name. One more and you’re gonna have a new fetish.” There was amusement in his tone and she didn’t know why. Until the next sizzling strike came.

  The end of the whip landed. Fire sliced over her clit. Sensation exploded as if a bomb went off and as heat and pain and pleasure spread out from her core, she lost her ability to hold onto reality. All that existed was him. She could feel him around her, his hands on her arms, his hips resting against her back, and his cock thrusting inside her.

  He was her world and she happily embraced it. Every time he rammed inside her, he rubbed over her g-spot, sending her higher, driving up her desire even as he cemented himself as her entire existence. There was only Beau. Only Beau. Only Beau.

  Someone screamed—she had the feeling it was her—and another explosion of pleasure made her scream turn into a laugh as she rode out the most wonderful, most excruciating, most fulfilling orgasm she’d ever had.

  Madison had no idea when Beau released her from her bonds nor when he lay down and pulled her on top of him. When she came out of her delirium, she was there with his firm, even breathing her entire focus for a few seconds.

  Strong rough hand rubbed over her back. “Welcome back,” Beau said, his voice deeply relaxed. “How do you feel?”

  How did she feel? She blinked and tried to figure that out. “Not sure I’m here.”

  He chuckled, his body shaking hers. “Not surprised. You flew, Madison. It was a beautiful sight.”

  “Never done that before,” she admitted. “I’ve heard about subspace and I’ve done a little floating, but nothing like that.” And she loved it.

  Beau wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “You were beautiful. The way you took my whip?” He sighed. “Amazing. How did you feel about it?”

  She closed her eyes and snuggled closer. “I hated the fire, but loved the rest of it. And that last strike?” Madison wasn’t even sure how to describe it. It had fulfilled all of her needs, even while being the most horrifying thing she ever would have considered before.

  “I checked you after I released you to make sure there was no tearing. There wasn’t. But I know you, Madison. It takes a pussy spanking of some sort to really help you release your stress. I could have used the crop to send you over, but I had the feeling the whip would do exactly what you needed.”

  “And what was that?” she murmured, already half asleep.

  “To forget everything
outside of you and me.”

  Smiling, she nodded. He’d definitely done that. And as sore as her poor little nub was, she couldn’t wait until the next time he did it.

  If she was lucky, that would be very, very soon.

  Author Note

  I hope you enjoyed Sizzling Attraction. It’s a crossover between my Elan Isle contemporary BDSM romance series and Paige Tyler’s Dallas Fire & Rescue Series.

  If you loved Sizzling Attraction, then check out the rest of the Elan Isle series.

  Check out the rest of the books in the Dallas Fire & Rescue Kindle World.