Smoke and Fire_A MFM Firefighter Romance

by Kelli Callahan

  At least I’m wearing my own clothes again.

  I never thought I would be so happy to put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but after wearing Trent’s oversized clothes for two days, I was ecstatic. I walked back down the hallway and stared at the two of them in the kitchen. They had been so kind to me, even after finding out that I lied about the fire. Trent was a wet dream and I started to question if I made a mistake shutting him down so fast when I was confronted about the date. What Chase said to me after Trent was out of the room still echoed in my head as well—the three of us. I wondered if that was something they had done before. My mind wandered for a moment and I pictured myself between them, but I quickly blinked away the thought as I entered the kitchen.

  “Lunch is served.” Chase motioned for me to join them as they sat down.

  “You could have made this in a microwave.” I sat down and looked at the steaming plate of canned ravioli.

  “Yeah, but you might have put some tinfoil over the can or something.” Chase snickered as he picked up his plate.

  It’s too soon to joke about that, and he’s already wearing the joke out.

  “Any thoughts on where you’re going to live?” Chase looked up at me after he swallowed his first bite and washed it down with a swig of beer.

  “Not yet.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ll probably take a couple of days off work and try to find a place. I don’t suppose there are any vacancies in your building?”

  “No, this place has a waiting list.” Trent twisted his lip into a half-smile and shrugged.

  “That figures.” I sighed and stared at my food.

  We relocated to the living room after we finished eating. Chase turned on the television and flipped through the channels. We watched a comedy show that kept us entertained for a little bit, and then he started surfing through the channels again. He paused when he found a news program that was talking about the fire. It listed the cause as unknown, but I knew it wasn’t going to be a secret for long after the investigator filed his report. It was weird to see a picture of myself on television and hear them talk about me. I just wanted the story to fall out of the rotation before anyone from Glendale stumbled across it. I might not be as recognizable as I once was with the changes I made in my appearance, but if someone stared long enough, they could potentially recognize me.

  “I guess they’ll have updates tomorrow when the investigator finishes his report.” I sighed and shook my head. “Everyone at work is going to know I’m an idiot.”

  “Yeah, but having people know you’re reckless is better than what would have happened if you hurt somebody—especially for what you did.” Chase muted the television and put the remote on the arm of the chair.

  “I know.” I nodded and leaned against the back of the couch.

  “That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be punished, though, even if the law doesn’t have a penalty for your level of recklessness.” Chase narrowed his eyes at me.

  “Trust me, starting over is going to be punishment enough.” I stared up at the ceiling, letting my head touch the back of the couch.

  “That seems like a rather light punishment. What do you think, Trent?” Chase chuckled and I heard him lean forward in his chair.

  “It definitely doesn’t fit the crime, that’s for sure.” Trent shifted in his seat and exhaled sharply.

  “I screwed up, but I’m not a criminal.” I dropped my head and looked at the two of them.

  “Maybe not, but you definitely behaved irresponsibly and recklessly.” Trent nodded and tilted his head to the side.

  “Yeah, more like a foolish teenager than a woman your age.” Chase nodded along with Trent.

  “I know, you don’t have to keep rubbing it in. It was stupid.” I glared at them and shook my head.

  “I’m just making sure we’re clear before we decide what kind of punishment you should get.” A grin formed on the edge of Chase’s lips.

  “Punishment?” I raised my eyebrows.

  “I mean, what would we do with an irresponsible teenager that behaved like this?” Chase turned to Trent.

  “I’d probably give them a spanking.” Trent nodded and looked at me.

  “Oh, I see what you two are doing.” My glare faded and I narrowed my eyes. “I said no to a date and I’m stuck in this apartment with you, so you’re just messing with me?”

  “There will be time enough for that before the night is over.” Chase nodded and chuckled. “After you’ve been punished.”

  Oh wow, Maybe they are serious.

  “You think I should be spanked because I set my apartment on fire?” My eyes darted back and forth between them.

  “A fitting punishment, I think.” Trent tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair. “You lit a fire in your apartment and now you need one lit on your ass.”

  “Yeah? I thought your job was to put out fires—not start them.” My eyes continued to dart as I tried to read their expressions.

  “I guess we gotta make an exception today.” Chase tilted his head and smirked.

  It was hard to tell if they were joking or actually being serious. Chase seemed to be treating it like a joke, but the look on Trent’s face didn’t have much amusement. The thought of being spanked by them was actually kind of a turn on, even though I didn’t want to admit it. I always had a mild fascination with the idea of being across someone’s knee—a fascination I explored once and found myself in way over my head. That was why I had to leave Glendale. I never expected to haphazardly fall into another situation where I could end up staring down my fantasy—especially with two men as hot as Trent and Chase. I felt my legs start to tremble as I thought about it. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to resist if they were actually serious.

  “Okay, joke’s over.” I feigned a laugh and tried to play it off. “Obviously you two aren’t going to spank me. That would be crazy.”

  “Would it?” Trent tilted his head to the side. “Or are you afraid you’d like it too much?”

  “Like it? No way…” I shook my head and started to stand. “Maybe it’s not too early to start drinking after all.”

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t like it?” Trent reached out and grabbed my arm as I tried to walk past him. “I’m fairly perceptive and I’m pretty sure I saw a flicker in your eyes the moment Chase mentioned it.”

  Oh god—did my eyes really betray me? My panties are about to melt off my hips.

  “That’s probably why she didn’t want to date you. She’s one of those girls that likes to get spanked and thought you were too nice to do it.” Chase chuckled and picked up his beer.

  “No, that isn’t it.” I shook my head, but felt my knees shake when Trent tightened his grip on my arm.

  “I’m a nice guy, but I have no problem giving someone a spanking—especially if they deserve it.” He looked up and our eyes met. “I’m going to unfasten your jeans and pull them down, and I bet I’m going to find a very wet pair of panties.”

  I was trapped in Trent’s stare. My eyes had definitely betrayed me. He saw straight through my attempt at covering up how turned on I was. His hands moved to the front of my jeans and I didn’t fight him, even though I knew what he would find underneath. He knew as well. It had been five years since a man had touched me. The one I ran from was the first and the last. I was headed down a path I had traveled before, and I knew what a spanking would do to me. It would make me submissive and obedient. It would make me beg for his touch, because the fire he lit on my ass, no matter how bright it burned, would never equal the one between my legs once I felt the sting of his hand. I took a deep breath when he tugged on my jeans and a second later they were around my knees. My lust was on full display for both of them to see and there was no hiding the wet spot that had started to spread.

  “Well, now we know what turns you on.” Chase exhaled, bringing his lips together so tight he almost whistled.

  “It’s a little hard to hide it.” I looked down at Trent again.

  “
I still sense a little hesitation.” Trent moved his hand across my abdomen and I shivered. “Part of you wants me to pull down your panties and another part of you wants to pull up your jeans and run.”

  “I’ve been hurt before by someone I trusted. They took things too far.” I swallowed hard as a lump tried to rise up in my throat.

  “You don’t have to worry about that with us.” Chase stood up and walked over. “We will treat you right—we’ll make you cum so hard you’ll see stars.”

  Oh god…

  “I have to be punished first.” I tensed when I felt his breath on my neck. “I know I deserve it.”

  “I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you.” Trent pulled me towards him. “When I’m done, if you still feel like you haven’t been punished enough, you can let Chase have a turn. If it’s still not enough, my knee will be ready for you again.”

  “Okay.” I swallowed hard and nodded.

  This is either going to get out of hand quickly or leave me so turned on that I won’t be able to control myself.

  Eight

  Kayla

  Chase pushed my panties down to my knees as Trent guided me across his lap. I never had any sort of control when I stepped into the lair of the man that hurt me. He pushed me past my limit, and kept pushing until there was nothing left but a broken girl that no longer trusted him. Unfortunately, I was enthralled by what he did to me, and I let him take it further every time until I was afraid of what I would let him do if I went back again. I didn’t have the power to stop him. I let him do things to me that I didn’t enjoy, just because I wanted to please him. The only option was to run.

  That need to run hadn’t left me entirely. Being across Trent’s knee immediately started to reawaken the things that had been dormant inside me for years. I felt his hand on my ass and I indistinctly raised up to beg for the first stinging smack.

  “Such a naughty girl.” Trent brought his hand down hard. “Irresponsible and reckless.”

  “Yes.” I moaned and nodded as I lifted my ass for another smack.

  “A naughty girl that needs to be punished.” Trent’s hand came down on the other side of my ass.

  “Ow…” I tightened my fists as I felt the urges inside me breathing life into the submissive girl I used to be.

  Trent’s hand picked up speed and the conflict inside me intensified. I realized in that moment that the reason I had been so careful with dating after moving to Chicago was because I wasn’t brave enough to face my own fantasy. I knew what I liked, but I was scared to look for it again after leaving Glendale. With Trent and Chase—or at least Trent—I had stumbled headfirst into exactly what I needed. Trent was hot as sin, with a body that teased my thoughts, but finding out that he was also willing to put me over his knee was euphoric. My pussy quivered as my ass was turned a brilliant shade of pink underneath his palm. I lifted each time, showing my submission and my eagerness to receive the next stinging smack. He gave them to me with the intensity I craved, but it was a slow build towards the simmering fire I knew he intended to light on the surface of my skin.

  “God damn.” I could hear Chase’s breathing getting heavier and when I looked over at him, I saw an erection against the fabric of his pants. “I’ve never seen a woman get that wet from a spanking before.”

  “She knows she needs a good, hard spanking.” Trent brought his hand down a little harder. “Don’t you, Kayla.”

  “Yes.” I pulled oxygen into my lungs and held it when the sound of my flesh being spanked echoed through the apartment.

  I was past the point of control. Trent’s hand delivered the level of searing agony that I craved, without the fear I felt when I had been in that position before. I could feel the lust smearing between my thighs as I bounced on his knee. My legs kicked involuntarily as the sound of hand-on-skin echoed, and then I felt a leg come free from the denim. I pushed myself against his leg, feeling my clit dance against him. It was getting swollen from the contact and sending surges of pleasure through me. Each wave of bliss was followed by a smack that snapped me from the edge of a rapidly building orgasm. I started to moan and the pleasure collided with the pain. The pressure inside me was incredible and I almost certain that I was going to cum if he kept spanking me.

  “Tell me that you need to be punished.” Trent moved his hand up my back and let his fingers get tangled in my hair.

  “I need—more.” I pushed my hips forward and let my clit grind against him.

  “Then you need to ask for it.” Trent released his grip and his hand rested on my flesh.

  “I did.” I moaned and looked over my shoulder.

  “You need to ask me.” Chase patted his knee. “Come over here if you want your punishment to continue.”

  Do I want it to continue? Is there breath left in my body?

  I felt myself sinking into the role I knew too well. My body craved more. Chase offered it, so I was going to pursue my desire. Trent helped me off his knee and I let my panties fall to the floor as I walked. I looked over my shoulder and saw that my ass was red around the center where most of Trent’s smacks had landed, with a pink halo surrounding the punished flesh. I was naked from the waist down when I mounted Chase’s powerful knee. He wasn’t as stern as Trent and he didn’t start spanking me immediately. He let his fingers drift across my skin, teasing my inner thighs, and coming dangerously close to my pussy before they moved away and started to trace the curve of my ass. In an instant, his hand pulled away and my ass bounced underneath a stinging smack.

  “Ouch!” I squirmed on his knee and grimaced.

  “I think this ass needs to be cherry red—that’s the kind of punishment you need for your reckless behavior.” Chase lifted his hand and brought it down again—even harder than the first time.

  “Ow!” I squealed and twisted on his knee.

  “Yeah, I spank a lot harder than Trent.” He slapped the center of my ass. “I want to see you squirm.”

  “How many girls have you done this to?” I bounced underneath the next smack and writhed on his knee.

  “Only the ones that wanted it.” Chase chuckled and landed his hand in the same spot as the previous smack. “Although I’ve never seen a girl get this turned on before.”

  I thought Trent was the one that was eager to spank me, but I quickly realized that Chase was into it too—maybe even more than Trent was. He was the one that suggested it, and that wasn’t for Trent’s benefit. He quickly reddened the areas that Trent had barely touched, making my ass sting a lot more than it had underneath Trent’s palm. I stopped rising up to meet the smacks, feeling the orgasmic feeling shift to one that was a lot more agonizing. Chase kept me bent over his knee so that I had to use my hands for support, which meant I couldn’t get the same momentum to grind my clit against him like I was able to do when Trent was spanking me. The contrast kept me on my toes and I squirmed nonstop, even if I couldn’t get the same feeling of bliss I had before.

  “You went too easy on her.” Chase shifted me the instant I felt pleasure so that my clit wasn’t making contact with his leg. “She needs to be punished if she’s going to regret what she did.”

  “I doubt she’ll be eager to get across your knee again,” Trent chuckled, “while mine is covered in her lust.”

  “She’ll get plenty of pleasure once she’s been punished.” Chase bounced his hand off one side of my ass and instantly brought it down on the other side.

  Chase might not have realized it, and perhaps I didn’t fully grasp it completely when I was over Trent’s knee, but the spanking I was getting from him was exactly what I needed. Trent’s hand woke up the submissive girl inside me, but Chase punished me the way I deserved. Tears welled up in my eyes as the fire he lit on my ass turned to a raging inferno. The tears started to stream down my face, dripping onto the carpet like droplets of my regret. I had made a mistake and while I had gotten lucky that nobody was hurt, there was a penance that needed to be paid. The real world would have never given that to me. Chase
seemed to understand my needs. He spanked me until I cried and kept spanking me until my regret was purged from my soul. When his hand finally stopped, I knew the price had been paid.

  “I guess you won’t need another trip across my knee.” Trent stood and walked over.

  “No.” I shook my head as he helped me stand.

  “I gave her what she needed.” Chase stood and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Now we can enjoy the mess we created between her thighs. I want to taste it so bad.”

  Trent started kissing my neck while Chase pressed his lips to my back. Chase slid a hand around my hips and started to caress my clit with his finger. I gasped, feeling the intensity of pleasure that was magnified by the punishment I had endured. They pulled at my t-shirt until it was over my head and my bra was quickly removed. Trent squeezed my breasts, kissing each one of them as he started to drop to the floor. Chase let his lips leave a trail of kisses down my back as he did the same. I wasn’t sure what they were doing at first until they pushed my thighs apart. I balanced with my hands on Trent’s shoulders as I realized that both of them wanted to taste the lust that had left me wetter than I had ever been before.

  “We’re going to devour you.” Trent lips moved up my thighs and then he kissed my swollen clit.

  “You’re gonna cum until you can’t stand anymore, and then we’re going to spend hours enjoying every inch of your beautiful body.” Chase licked me from behind, letting his tongue circle the entrance of my pussy.

  “Oh fuck!” My head rolled back when the combination of two tongues moving against my flesh at the same time sent a wave of pleasure through my entire body.