Bring On the Heat

by Eden Bradley

  “Slow and easy, Ryan.”

  In response, he closed the small distance between them and kissed her back, keeping his movements gentle and unhurried. In turn, she began to get more aggressive, slipping her tongue into his mouth in a way that made him think about slipping his cock into her hot pussy. The faint scent of her arousal tickled his senses as she shifted, going to her knees on the seat next to him. With a hungry growl she pressed him back against the door, her lips devouring his while she rubbed herself against him like a cat.

  Even as he damned himself for doing this with her while she was drunk, he couldn’t resist the urge to touch her nice, round ass. A shudder jerked through him when he squeezed her butt cheeks gently, loving the give of the warm flesh. He’d never felt anything as perfect as her body. It wasn’t long before she was rubbing her hot little pussy against his denim-clad thigh while she made tiny moaning and gasping noises that tore through him like hard liquor, making him drunk with lust. She had him reclined as far he could get, and when he gripped her ass in a tight hold, she nipped his lower lip sharp enough that he tasted blood.

  Making a low purring sound, she licked at the tiny wound then stroked his tongue with her own, sharing the taste of his blood with him. He was about ten seconds from coming in his pants and utterly shaming himself, but he couldn’t resist the power of her kiss. She was so uninhibited about what she wanted, way different than any other girl he’d dated. There were no shy glances or uncomfortable tension between kisses with Ryan and Emma, only a lust so intense it seemed to awaken parts of his mind that had been dormant. The overwhelming urge to fuck her had him kneading her ass, helping her rock against him as she made breathy cries over his lips.

  Somewhere a couple yards over, a dog barked loud enough that it startled both of them. Ryan looked at her, examining her kiss-swollen mouth, the faint tracks of tears on her soft cheeks, and the heavy-lidded way she was studying him. She still ground herself against him with sharp jerks of her hips, all but dry humping him. His cock pressed against her pelvis and he tried to think about anything but sex.

  “I had no idea you were such a big boy, Ryan.” Another shift of her hips and she was straddling his lap, wedged between his seat and the steering wheel. “You could hurt a girl.”

  The thought of hurting her was like a slap in the face. What the hell was he doing? They were practically screwing in her front yard. Her mom or dad could come out at any time then he’d be fucked, and not in a good way. The windows of his car had fogged over and the scent of arousal hung heavy in the air.

  “Emma, you have to go inside. You’ve had too much to drink. We shouldn’t be doing this. You need to leave.” Temptation screamed at him that he could have her, right here and now, but it wasn’t fucking right and he would never do anything to hurt Emma. She had to get away from him before he lost control.

  “Get out.” His words came out harsher than he intended.

  Hurt flashed through her eyes and she pushed herself off of him with an unsteady hand.

  “Fine. Asshole.”

  As she jerked the door open, he tried to get his mouth to work, to say something, but his brain was stunned by his momentary stupidity. He had the hottest girl in the world grinding her hot pussy against him and he’d told her to leave.

  He must be a fucking idiot.

  “Wait, Emma.”

  She slammed the door, cutting off his words. For a moment, he considered going after her, but what would he say? She had a boyfriend and a life that he’d never fit into. Besides, she probably wouldn’t remember anything. He kept trying to tell himself that as he started his car and drove home with an erection hard enough to break bricks and an aching heart.

  ~ * ~

  THREE

  Chagrin filled Ryan at the memory of screwing things up so badly with Emma that night long ago. She’d ignored him for the rest of the school year and he wondered if she remembered their kiss, but never had the guts to ask her. Every once in a while he’d catch her looking at him when she didn’t think he’d notice, but as soon as they made eye contact she’d look away. Then they graduated and went their separate ways until fate brought them back together.

  Now, he had a real chance to win her heart and he wasn’t going to fuck it up.

  Without giving himself time to think, he got out of his car and made sure to casually stroll to the unassuming entrance of Kiss of Blue. He’d been happy to find out Emma didn’t include sex among her services, but he’d been intrigued by what she did offer. Some of the stuff mentioned he’d had to look up on the Internet, and when he did, his already aroused libido went into overdrive. He’d played around with sexually dominant women before and enjoyed submitting, but they were like pampered kittens to Emma’s lioness. He would need to bring his A game, and like everything else in his life, he wanted to research it first and hone his skills.

  So he’d studied being a submissive with an out-of-state friend of his, a Domme by the name of Dawn, who had her own permanent submissive, but loved to do threesomes. It had been awkward for him at first with another guy, then once he’d realized that this was all about her pleasure, he’d enjoyed the hell out of it. There was only so much one man could do, but with two they’d brought her to states of ecstasy that had been a huge turn-on. His time with Mistress Dawn had been an educational experience to say the least, and he was eager to show Emma what he’d learned.

  After he was buzzed in at the door, he moved quickly across the earth tone-stained concrete floor to the receptionist’s desk. Exposed brick walls surrounded them on all sides and a glass block window allowed outside light in without letting anyone see the reception area from the exterior. A pretty blonde with bubble gum pink streaks in her hair, wearing a white corset and what looked like a tutu, smiled up at him from her seat behind the wide pale wood desk. He remembered her name was Tanya and she was Mistress Moira’s personal assistant in addition to being a house submissive.

  “Ryan, it’s so nice to see you again. Mistress Emma has left something for you to wear. If you’ll give me your clothes and personal items I’d be more than happy to take care of them for you during your session.”

  Resisting the urge to look for the cameras, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, being careful to fold it neatly on the receptionist’s desk. Tanya looked up at him and openly checked him out as he disrobed. He took a step closer so the high desk would block her view of his cock, uneasy about what amounted to a stranger staring at his junk. When he removed his shirt, he heard a tiny gasp from the receptionist and hid a smile. He had a full set of tattoo sleeves that flowed into an intricate back piece depicting scenes from the book One Thousand and One Arabian Nights. Once he got down to his black boxer briefs, he was achingly hard at the thought of Emma watching him, and tried to remove them without showing the receptionist his cock. He stood nude and waited for the receptionist to give him whatever Emma had left for him.

  Tanya blinked and licked her lower lip. “Would you mind turning around so I can see the tattoo on your back? I caught a glimpse of it while you were undressing, and it is gorgeous.”

  He smoothly turned then took a step forward and stood still. He could almost feel the other woman’s eyes moving over him like a physical touch. When he looked over his shoulder, he found her staring at the top of his not-tattooed ass before stepping back then around. “You’ve looked your fill. Can I have what Mistress Emma left for me?”

  Flushing bright red all the way down to her chest, Tanya pulled out a good sized green velvet bag while he moved back to the front of the desk. Before she handed it to him, she answered the ring of an incoming call from her phone. “Greetings, Mistress. How may I serve you?”

  His heart slammed in his chest as he wondered if that was Emma on the line. He was pretty sure it was because the receptionist sat up straighter. He watched her gaze dart repeatedly up and to her left. When he followed her line of sight he found a discreetly placed camera.

  “Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry.” He could
actually hear Emma’s infectious laugh coming through the phone and the receptionist’s shoulders eased a bit. “I’ll give it to him right away. Thank you, Mistress.”

  He turned so he could see the receptionist, while making sure he angled himself so Emma could get a good look at his back and ass. He worked hard to keep in shape and he wanted her to want him, needed her to want him. Being this close to a sexual situation with his teenage crush had his dick twitching, and he tried to calm his racing heart.

  Tanya handed the bag to him while holding the phone to her ear with her other hand. “Mistress Emma wants you to put it on so that I may see it. She also said to stop trying to hide your erection. You are here for her pleasure, and her pleasure is to have you naked and aroused. She enjoys it when others covet her property.”

  He took the bag without comment and pulled out some kind of leather strap and ring concoction. Looking over his shoulder, he held it up to the camera with a raised eyebrow.

  The receptionist, still on the phone with Emma, giggled. “Mistress Emma wants to know if you need help putting it on.”

  “What is it?”

  “A cock harness.”

  He knew what they were, but had never seen one like this. It frustrated him that Emma was already one step ahead of him. He’d envisioned coming in here and being the perfect submissive, but instead, he was out of his element. His irritation made his voice come out harsher than he intended. “If I don’t want to end up with my nuts somehow shoved up my ass, yes, I’ll need help putting it on.”

  Tanya blinked at him, then pressed a button on the phone and placed the receiver back in its cradle. Emma’s lovely voice, with the faintest hint of her mother’s Eastern European accent, rolled through the room with the irresistible strength of the ocean hitting the shore. “Ryan, I expect the truth from you at all times. If you are unfamiliar with something, please do not hesitate to let me know. I’m not here to humiliate you; that’s not one of the kinks I enjoy. If you wish to serve me, you will keep that in mind. That means you do not lash out with a crude comment just because you are uncomfortable.”

  “I understand, Mistress.” He took a deep breath and let it out. “I don’t know how to put this on. Or even what it is. I’m sorry I snapped.”

  “Do you need help, Ryan?”

  The sudden image of Emma touching his body with her satiny skin had his erection returning full force. His voice came out in a rough growl. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Tanya, assist my submissive with putting on his harness.”

  With a gleam in her eye and a hitch in her breath, Tanya stood and made her way over to him. This wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. When the receptionist turned him to face her she made a soft, almost choking sound as she stared at his cock. While he wasn’t abnormally long, his shaft had a lot more girth than the average man, something women seemed to greatly enjoy.

  Pressing her fingertips to the hollow of her throat, Tanya said, “Mistress, I don’t think this will work.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Tanya came up to him and turned him so he was facing the camera full on. Emma’s soft inhale came through loud and clear a moment before she said, “Well, I do believe that would be like trying to fit a coke can through a keyhole.”

  The woman standing before him giggled as he stared into the camera, wanting Emma to see what could be hers. What Emma had said finally penetrated his lust-fogged brain and he shook his head. “Wait. What?”

  Tanya took the leather and steel rings contraption from him. “See this ring? This is supposed to go over your cock.”

  They both looked down at his dick, then at the cock harness, then back at his dick and snickered. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

  Giving him a flirtatious smile Tanya nodded. “I agree.”

  Emma’s voice came from the speakers again, but this time her tone held a cold edge. “Ryan, go down the hall to your left and into the third room on your right. Once inside, I want you to sit on the padded bench, then place your cock through the hole in the board at the end of the bench. You will then slip your wrists through the attached restraints. Give them a good pull and they’ll hold you, but not too hard. I don’t want you to cut off your circulation. Then close your eyes and wait for me. You are not to open them until I tell you. Understood?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Go.”

  He tried to keep from breaking out into a run, but it was an effort. He could hear the desire in Emma’s voice and it flowed through him like a shot of good whiskey. As soon as he came to the door of the room she specified, he opened it and went in without really paying attention. Then the scent of incense hit him and he looked up, bemused to find himself in a small space that resembled a harem room. The pierced brass lanterns gave the room a soft glow and enormous pillows were scattered all about the room and on the exotic blue and white tile floor covered here and there with oriental carpets. In the center of the room, there was a padded bench with a two-foot piece of wood covered in black leather attached to one end. It looked almost like a weird bench one would straddle then lean against the back, but the back had a padded hole in it at the right height for a man to put his dick through. The thought of straddling the bench and having himself so exposed to her touch, yet isolated from her, sent a rush of sexual need through him. He could imagine how erotic it would look to her to have his dick basically framed for her pleasure. The thought of turning her on only made him all the harder until his balls ached with the urge to come.

  Shit, he had to get hold of himself before he spewed at the first touch of her small hand.

  Not sure if she also had cameras in here, he straddled the bench and eased his cock and balls through the hole. Feeling exposed, and horny as hell, he quickly slipped his wrists into the oddly shaped metal cuffs attached to the top of the board with the hole in it. One quick pull and he was secured with his chest pressed against the board and his ass resting on the bench. Anticipation hummed through him. He wanted to get up and pace, but he was stuck, so instead he looked around the room.

  Whoever designed this fantasy chamber knew their shit, and he grinned as he spotted various pieces of BDSM equipment hidden among the scattered pillows and bolted to the walls. A large carved rosewood cabinet took up the majority of the wall to his right. He studied the intricate patterns in the wood and wondered what it contained.

  The door handle clicked and he quickly shut his eyes, trying to pretend he remembered her instructions.

  Her footsteps were muffled as she crossed the carpet, but a teasing hint of her perfume reached him. She didn’t wear a sweet, powdery scent anymore. Now, she smelled like vanilla and spices, completely edible. Having her close enough to touch after all these years had him fighting for self-control. The thought of her warm, silken body mere inches from made his dick jerk.

  “Ryan.”

  He opened his eyes and groaned at the sight of her. So fucking beautiful, it made his heart hurt. Tonight, Emma wore a gold waist corset that ended just below her breasts and above her sex. Gold chains draped from her hips to form a skirt, and as she moved, he had a brief glimpse of her neatly trimmed and partially shaved pussy that had him swallowing hard. Her outer labia were full enough that the secrets of her inner sex were completely hidden. He desperately wanted to plunge his tongue between those plump lips. His cock throbbed and ached through the hole in the bench as his gaze traveled upwards. Her shirt was made of some kind of filmy gold material that shimmered as she breathed and did nothing to hide her body. The firm mounds of her breasts pressed against the fabric and her hard, long nipples poked out, just begging for his kiss. He wanted to suck those nipples, to lick them and spend hours learning what kind of touch she liked best. As his hungry gaze traveled to her face, he let out a long, low groan. She’d painted her lips with some kind of gold dust so they sparkled with her every movement. The rest of her makeup was equally exotic, and when their gazes met, he was surprised by the anger there.

  “Did I tell
you to open your eyes?”

  Shit.

  She glared at him and his balls tightened. There was nothing sexier than Emma when she exerted her will. His gaze was riveted on her mouth as memories of her directing their kiss assailed his mind. Back then, he might have been a clueless teen all too eager to shove his tongue down her throat, but he was a grown man now, and he knew how to please a woman. Fire snapped her in beautiful blue eyes as he continued to hold her gaze. His defiance had the intended effect. He had to bite back a groan as he looked down her body with obvious appraisal, loving how hard her nipples were and the subtle way she squeezed her thighs together as if to ease the ache in her cunt.

  Taking a gamble, he licked his lips then gave her an arrogant smile. Well, as arrogant as he could with his hands restrained and his cock shoved through a hole while he was losing his grip on his sanity with every beat of his heart. He enjoyed the way her gaze kept flitting down to his dick then back up to his face. “No, you didn’t tell me to open my eyes. But the view is worth any punishment you think I deserve, Mistress.”

  “Brat.”

  Her pupils dilated and he could almost see her shift into a more seductive mode. Tossing her long hair over her shoulder, she strolled closer to him, the golden chains giving him a good glimpse of her pussy and his blood thundered through his veins. Unlike most natural blondes, the skin of her sex was a delicious dusky brown, and he wondered if it was pink within. He’d never been this turned on in his whole life. The thought of placing his mouth at the tender juncture of her thighs and serving her gripped him like a compulsion. A hint of her arousal gleamed on her inner thighs as she made her way towards him moving with consummate feline grace—a tigress stalking her prey—her body entrancing him until he wanted to beg her to let him serve.