Burn For You
“I’m going to watch you burn,” the breathless whisper felt like words I had never dared to utter and yet I spoke them. I hooked her hands on one of the old utility hooks that had long been abandoned in the warehouse. Watched as she fumbled with trusting me and her body’s natural fear response.
Her body twisted slightly, nervousness dancing with panic as Charlie realized she was no longer in control.
“Burn?” The question seemed so innocent, so simple coming from her lips.
Those soft delicately sweet lips I almost withdrew my statement.
Almost let her think she’d discovered my greatest secrets.
Instead my fingers danced along the chain to my pendant as it dipped between her breasts.
A teasing skim of my fingertips across her already heightened senses.
I walked around her slowly and deliberately watching as her head snapped, straining to hear every move I made.
Her black hair wrapped around my fingers as I pulled her head to expose her neck.
My fingers slid into the pocket of my cargo pants, withdrawing the small black lighter.
Her mouth opened as she heard the all too familiar click of the lid.
The flame ignited in seconds, casting an orange glow across her face.
I should have been afraid of the flame, instead I was afraid of how calm I felt.
The flame danced between us, impossibly beautiful for something capable of destroying everything it touched.
“Sometimes we do bad things to the people we love most,” I whispered, dancing with excitement as I brought the flame in front of her blindfold.
Close enough for her to feel the heat but far enough away she wouldn’t burn.
I dropped her hair and she straightened back up, her breaths coming in pants.
I pulled the edge of her blouse down, exposing her beautifully slopped breast, watching as the cool air hardened her nipple.
I could see the sweat bead against her temple as she waited for my next move.
“Other times we do it for fun,” the words danced across my tongue as the flame danced in front of my eyes.
Gently, I drew the flame lower, sinking it into the depths of her left breast. I watched, breath catching, as her heart hammered wildly in her chest, pounding out a frantic rhythm beneath the tender skin that quivered with anticipation.
My tongue flicked across my lips, consumed with desire, as a choked, broken whimper escaped her lips, it ignited a primal lust within me.
Her skin blushed, flushing deeper with every second I kept the flame pressed to her.
The moment she jerked, desperate to pull away, I snuffed out the fire, replacing the searing heat with the gentle, wet caress of my tongue, tenderly licking away the ache of the burn.
Her whimpers melted into a soulful moan, and I couldn’t help but smile softly against her skin, feeling the intoxicating intimacy ignite between us.
“Me, on the other hand.” I paused letting my other hand skim the drenching wetness of her pussy feeling just how turned on the burn had made her. My thumb skimmed across her clitoris as I rolled the soft nub between my fingers teasingly. “I do it for you.”
“Anna,” the words left her like a plea and a curse, her arms shaking from the position, “Please,” she begged.
I pulled my hand away still wet with her desire and with my other hand I gripped her chin opening her mouth.
“Taste how wet I make you,” I demanded as I slipped my fingers inside. Her tongue darted out licking my digits with such an intense need. The soft firm pull of her tongue as she cleaned them had my eyes unable to move away. When she was done with sucking on my fingers I murmured, “Good girl.”
I sank to my knees with reverence, my cargo pants whispering against the floor, grounding me in this moment of yearning.
The scent of her enveloped me, a heady, intoxicating perfume that stirred every fiber of my being.
Carefully, I nudged her legs apart, as if unveiling a sacred mystery.
My lips brushed softly against her thigh, each kiss filled with longing and devotion.
The scars from before caught my eye—hidden wounds chiseled into her skin—secrets she refused to reveal, yet somehow, they only deepened my desire to cherish her more fiercely.
It was no longer a game of hunter and prey, no this was a primal need, an ache that demanded to be satisfied.
My nose gently grazed her hair, as I breathed in the intoxicating scent of her, feeling the intensity of her desire seep into every breath I took.
Salivating with the need to consume her, I pulled away, my fingers dancing around the lighter once again.
I slowly lifted the lid, then gently closed it, my heart pounding as I watched her body quiver with unspent energy—each sound unleashing memories she longed to forget.
I saw her muscles tighten and release, every echo reverberating through the warehouse like a haunting heartbeat, piercing the silence.
With tender, deliberate motion, I struck the striker once more, igniting the flame anew.
The flames danced and shifted, their mesmerizing hues of blue melting into brilliant shades of orange and yellow.
It’s astonishing—the way something so fierce and destructive can tear apart and forge beauty at the same time, igniting a fiery wonder that aches and inspires all at once.
Bringing the flame close to her thigh, my tongue lashed against her clitoris, my mouth sealing around the soft nub chasing it and pinning it between my teeth.
The most sensual moan tumbled free of her lips as the flame licked at her skin, my eyes flicked upwards watching her head fall backwards. Charlie’s legs widened greedily as her soft wet pussy pressed into my tongue. Her salty tanginess urged me on just as the skin around the flame redded.
“Anna, plea–” she began, but I was already ahead of her. The flame disappearing once more, safely stashed in my pocket. My fingers teasing her entrance a moment later.
She tried desperately to gain traction against my face.
I chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her as I slipped my finger inside her.
The gasp was musical, like she’d forgotten to breathe.
I liked that sound, I liked the way she reacted to my touch.
My finger pushed upwards in a curl, finding her delicate spongy spot.
With the softest of touches I massaged her G-Spot capturing the pleasure across her face.
Her hips bucked when I slipped a second finger inside adding to the wetness.
I pulled my face away from her clitoris, her juices dripping down my chin.
“Aren’t you a greedy little thing,” I teased my fingers, thrusting in time with her every breath making her quiver and tighten around me.
Charlie didn’t deny it either, her face flushed as she nodded and I slipped a third finger inside her, feeling the way her pussy throbbed with need, the tightness as I stretched her open making my head spin with desire.
My mouth enclosed around her swollen clitoris once more as she ground herself against me.
I could feel every nerve in her tighten against my fingers.
I slowed my thrusts, pulling the lighter out once more, and on the opposite thigh that bore no marks, no tattoos.
A blank canvas begging to be modified, I struck the flint.
The flame soared to life and I pressed firmly into her leg.
“Ahhh,” Charlie hissed as the burn scorched her thigh.
Her pussy dripped with desire as I sped my thrusts up.
The flame flickered in my peripheral vision as my cheek burned from the heat.
I shoved my face forward, lashing my tongue with precision against her clitoris.
I didn’t stop until I felt the gush of warmth coat my face.
Charlie’s scream echoed around the warehouse and my face dripped with her release.
A small victorious smile plastered my lips as Charlie orgasmed.
Withdrawing my fingers from her, I untied the blindfold. Her wide eyes met mine at that moment and I slipped my fingers soaked in her cum into my mouth. Sucking them as her eyes watched clouded with fear and lust as she returned to reality.