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or when out running errands. When I call, you will answer and follow my instructions to the letter. Unless you receive permission to do otherwise, you will wear skirts or dresses at all times. Can you live with these rules so far?”
Blaze nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“From here on out, your orgasms belong to me. You can play with yourself, if you wish, but will not come unless I give you permission. Give me your phone.”
It took a minute for her to get past the no-orgasm rule to his demand for her phone. Pulling it out of her pocket, she handed it over without question. He turned it on and spent a few minutes programming several numbers into it. Then he handed it back to her.
Wrapping his right hand around the back of her neck, he drew her across the center of the truck for a long, deep, wet kiss that left them both panting when he finally broke it off.
“Now, little one, you will go inside, take a nice hot shower, fix something good for dinner, and relax tonight. We’ll talk later.”
“Okay,” Blaze said, once again wobbled by the man’s ability to arouse her with the simplest actions.
She fumbled with the door but finally opened it. When she slid off the seat and landed on her feet, her knees buckled, and she had to catch herself on the door handle to keep from ending up sprawled across the grass. She did not look over her shoulder to gauge Andy’s reaction. The dark, sexy chuckle told her that he had seen everything.
Once she was steady on her feet, she stepped away before looking at him over her shoulder. “Have a good week.”
“Lock your doors. Be safe. We’ll talk later.”
Blaze nodded and closed the door. She was again surprised that Andy did not start his truck and pull out until she was safely inside her little house. Only when he was out of sight did she pull out her phone and check the contacts list, looking for what he had entered.
“Z Master,” she read after scrolling through the entire listing to the last entry.
Well, at least that would make him easy to find. He was the only listing under Z in her phone book. With a sigh of strange contentment, Blaze set the phone on the coffee table and went to do her Master’s bidding of taking a long, hot bath, followed by dinner and an evening watching old movies.
Chapter 8
“Why the hell are you doing this?” Blaze asked herself Wednesday night as she looked down at the skimpy, black-and-white thong and her black fuck-me heels that was all she wore as she waited for the phone to ring with the special ringtone she had assigned only to Master Z’s number.
Even as she questioned the wisdom of the late-evening visit to the firehouse for whatever games Master Z had come up with, her thong was already growing damp from the juices overflowing her excited pussy. The cool air of her little house wafted against her beaded nipples, adding to the arousal that had haunted her and grown more intense with each conversation they had.
She and Master Z had talked several times each day, starting with a late-night call Sunday during which they had discussed their adventure in the woods as well as at least a dozen other topics. Since then, their conversations bounced from one topic to another in the most nonlinear fashion Blaze had ever experienced. Not only did they share their sexual history and talk about first kisses, first make-out sessions, and first loves, they talked politics, books, religion, sports, and their jobs.
Each morning he called as she ate breakfast and got ready for the day so they could share their plans for the day. He worked Monday and Wednesday, so those days included the work, training, and the other tasks involved in being a professional firefighter. Tuesday he was off and worked on his truck before helping a friend put together an outbuilding for another friend. She told of the appointments and running around she needed to do to keep up with her various clients without using names or specifics.
He called again as she was driving
Blaze nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“From here on out, your orgasms belong to me. You can play with yourself, if you wish, but will not come unless I give you permission. Give me your phone.”
It took a minute for her to get past the no-orgasm rule to his demand for her phone. Pulling it out of her pocket, she handed it over without question. He turned it on and spent a few minutes programming several numbers into it. Then he handed it back to her.
Wrapping his right hand around the back of her neck, he drew her across the center of the truck for a long, deep, wet kiss that left them both panting when he finally broke it off.
“Now, little one, you will go inside, take a nice hot shower, fix something good for dinner, and relax tonight. We’ll talk later.”
“Okay,” Blaze said, once again wobbled by the man’s ability to arouse her with the simplest actions.
She fumbled with the door but finally opened it. When she slid off the seat and landed on her feet, her knees buckled, and she had to catch herself on the door handle to keep from ending up sprawled across the grass. She did not look over her shoulder to gauge Andy’s reaction. The dark, sexy chuckle told her that he had seen everything.
Once she was steady on her feet, she stepped away before looking at him over her shoulder. “Have a good week.”
“Lock your doors. Be safe. We’ll talk later.”
Blaze nodded and closed the door. She was again surprised that Andy did not start his truck and pull out until she was safely inside her little house. Only when he was out of sight did she pull out her phone and check the contacts list, looking for what he had entered.
“Z Master,” she read after scrolling through the entire listing to the last entry.
Well, at least that would make him easy to find. He was the only listing under Z in her phone book. With a sigh of strange contentment, Blaze set the phone on the coffee table and went to do her Master’s bidding of taking a long, hot bath, followed by dinner and an evening watching old movies.
Chapter 8
“Why the hell are you doing this?” Blaze asked herself Wednesday night as she looked down at the skimpy, black-and-white thong and her black fuck-me heels that was all she wore as she waited for the phone to ring with the special ringtone she had assigned only to Master Z’s number.
Even as she questioned the wisdom of the late-evening visit to the firehouse for whatever games Master Z had come up with, her thong was already growing damp from the juices overflowing her excited pussy. The cool air of her little house wafted against her beaded nipples, adding to the arousal that had haunted her and grown more intense with each conversation they had.
She and Master Z had talked several times each day, starting with a late-night call Sunday during which they had discussed their adventure in the woods as well as at least a dozen other topics. Since then, their conversations bounced from one topic to another in the most nonlinear fashion Blaze had ever experienced. Not only did they share their sexual history and talk about first kisses, first make-out sessions, and first loves, they talked politics, books, religion, sports, and their jobs.
Each morning he called as she ate breakfast and got ready for the day so they could share their plans for the day. He worked Monday and Wednesday, so those days included the work, training, and the other tasks involved in being a professional firefighter. Tuesday he was off and worked on his truck before helping a friend put together an outbuilding for another friend. She told of the appointments and running around she needed to do to keep up with her various clients without using names or specifics.
He called again as she was driving
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