It’s movie day!
A dominant, dirty talking fireman + His fiery new recruit
= Enough kink to start a three alarm fire.
Here’s what I know: Firemen are nicer than cops.
More predictable. They have that same hero desire but it burns brighter.
They’re not quite as power-hungry or controlling. Except for the captain.
They call him Blaze and he’s got a streak of controlling cop for sure.
It’s a trait that unfortunately makes my knees go weak in a boss.
Especially a beefy fire captain boss.
Having smoking hot Lia Burke in my firehouse might be the death of me.
I can’t stand the other guys ogling her. They are not exactly PC.
It’s locker room talk around here twenty-four seven.
I swear I’m going to have a sexual harassment claim on my hands in less than a month.
And I’ll probably be the guy who crosses the line first.
Excerpts are from Heidi and the Kaiser…
“Why stop at a blowjob?” he asked against her ear, his voice low, and she heard him pressing the button under the desk, locking the door. “Why not just let him fuck you?”
Heidi shook her head, whimpering. “It was a joke. It wasn’t—I wouldn’t—”
“Yes, you would.” Kaiser’s hand fisted, turning her head, his mouth murmuring the words against her cheek now. “If I told you to, you would.” He let go of her hair, his hand moving around her front, dipping into her blouse to cup the swell of her breast. “Wouldn’t you, Heidi?”
“Yes, sir,” she admitted, feeling both proud and ashamed of her admission.
“You may get the opportunity to prove it.” She hated the thought of another man touching her—but somehow even that paled next to Kaiser’s insistence. If he wanted her to, if he told her to, how could she refuse? “But you won’t do it unless I tell you to, will you?”
“No, sir,” she agreed, swallowing as he unbuckled his belt with his other hand.
“You’re mine, Heidi.”
And she was. There was no argument, never had been. “Yes, sir.”
His cock was steel heat against her thigh, slipping up the already-slick slit of her pussy, seeking entrance. Heidi stiffened in surprise, her eyes wide as he shoved in hard, making her moan out loud.
“Mine,” he said through gritted teeth, giving up on her breast and grabbing her hips for more purchase, driving her forward on the desk.
“Yessss,” she cried, biting her lip as he thrust deep again.
The force of his fuck was tremendous and she gave herself over to him, barely hanging onto the edge of the desk as he took her, making his point with every plunge. She was going to have bruises on her thighs and hips for weeks where his fingers were digging in and she didn’t care in the least.
“Mine,” he growled again into her ear, his voice and cock a driving staccato. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
“Oh god…” Her body said nothing but yes, her thighs trembling, her pussy lips swollen and wetting his way nicely, her flesh insisting his words weren’t just true, they were Truth with a capital T, that she never before and never again would belong to another man the way she belonged to this one.
“It’s mine to take.” Kaiser never paused, the friction a steady impetus, using her pussy to make his point, using her pussy, using her. And she wanted him to use her—more than he did maybe, she admitted shamefully to herself, as he splayed and fucked her to oblivion. “And it’s mine to give.”
“Yes… yes, sir, yes…” she gasped, never wanting it to end, wanting to take him and take him, wanting him to empty himself completely into her until there was nothing left of him and she was completely full-up. It would happen, it could—she felt it in the way their bodies trembled and rode slick and hard together, converging at a single, delicious point, their energies so concentrated they were nothing more or less than that.
“Ahhhhh Heidi!” He called her name, grabbing her hips hard, and for the first time she thought she might be hearing Kaiser at the edge of his self-control, pushed past the brink of reason and into the realm of hungry, helpless madness. Like an animal sensing fear, she realized a triumphant victory and shifted her bottom, squeezing his slick, impaled cock with her muscles, making him groan and tighten his grip even more, holding her steady.
“Stop,” he growled and she bit her lip, closing her eyes tight, fighting against the urge to disobey, to drive him over the brink with reckless abandon. He slid his length almost all the way out and she whimpered in dismay, his sudden absence leaving a vacuum of feeling, a sharp, horrible yearning. Then he was gone altogether out of her and she was desperate for him inside again.
“Turn over,” he directed, using the leverage of her hips to shift her weight as she rolled and lifted, spreading her thighs again for him, hopeful, expectant. She wanted to beg him, fuck me, please, fuck me hard, but was too afraid to voice her wants lest he decide she was looking to gain a sense of power, a modicum of control, and of course, she was.
“This is my pussy, Heidi.” He used his cock against her, rubbing the aching bud of her clit, working the spongy head, teasing her beyond reason. “Say it.”
“Yes,” she whispered, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. “It’s yours. It’s your pussy, Kaiser, always, I promise, all yours…”
God, she’d never said anything more humiliating or true.
“You aren’t to touch it or share it without my permission,” he insisted, using his thumb to direct the glossy mushroom-tip over her sensitive bud. “Do you understand?
She nodded, her fingers finding her nipples, squeezing gently, sending sweet pulses of pleasure down to her pussy until he smartly smacked each hand away, grabbing one breast and squeezing hard.
“Mine,” he growled, his eyes dark with force and lust. “I decide when you receive pleasure…” Her nipple was caught between his thumb and forefinger and he rolled it gently. “Or pain.” Heidi yelped in surprise when he pinched and twisted, her back arching in response.
“I want it all,” he murmured, rolling her nipple again, his stiff cock traveling up and down her slit with a slight rock of his hips. “Every part of you is mine.”
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes open and on his, the pleasure pushing past sweet agony, but he didn’t care about her suffering—instead he gave her more, teasing her into a frantic, mindless misery of ecstasy, her own body lost to her, belonging solely to the man she was squeezing between her trembling thighs. “Oh god…please…Kaiser…”
“You sound beautiful when you beg.” He smiled, a small thing, but oh, so warm. “Do it again.”
“Please,” she moaned. “Oh my god, please, please, I want…”
“This?” Kaiser rubbed her faster with the swell of his flesh and she gasped and arched.
“This?” He slid his cock in deep in one swift motion and she thought she would die. She couldn’t possibly endure another moment of this. Her whole body trembled with feeling, slick and flushed with a fine sheen of sweat, the blotter beneath her completely ruined and she knew she would pay for that too, and just the anticipation of that nearly sent her flying over the top.
“Come for me,” he moaned.
His permission was enough, and she came hard, her belly clenching, her pussy tightening again and again, mourning the absence of his cock even in the midst of its ecstatic contractions, as if each spasm could draw him in, convince him to stay.
He collapsed against her for a blissful moment, breathing hard, his face buried in the crook of her neck. She even dared to kiss the top of his salt and pepper head, trying to keep him there, thighs trembling, without letting on that she was holding him at all.
Then he stood, taking a deep breath, pulling up his trousers, tucking, arranging. “Clean up and go out to lunch with your friend,” he directed, walking toward the window and pulling the curtain aside to gaze out.
She sat up on her elbows, dazed, blinking at him. “But—”
“Go.” He glanced over his shoulder at her, his eyes softening at the sight of her still sprawled out over the surface of his desk. “I trust you, Heidi. You know the rules. I didn’t say you couldn’t have friends. I said you couldn’t fuck them.”
Are you excited? It’s almost here – The Seduction of Heidi, based on my book, Heidi and the Kaiser, starring Ryan Driller and Whitney Wright. The relationship between these two characters is breathtaking to behold. I’m a little in love with both of these two…
All excerpts are from Heidi and the Kaiser
“Tell me why I hired you.” He lifted her chin and forced her gaze to meet his. He was close, very close, and she was all too aware of his heat. It was hard to think, let alone speak, but she wanted, as ever, to please him.
“Because I’ll do anything.” She spoke the words in a near-whisper, ashamed of them, and herself. But she knew they were true, even as she hated herself for it.
“No.” Kaiser’s thumb moved along her jaw, over the swell of her lips. He seemed to be considering something as he rubbed her mouth and she felt desperate for him but didn’t dare ask for what she wanted. “Because you’re willing.”
“I lived on a farm when I was a child, you know.” Kaiser’s hand moved along the back of her sweater, over her spine. Heidi wanted to turn and look at him, her face showing her surprise, but she didn’t move. “Surprised? It was a long time ago. My father was a rancher. A real Texas rancher.” His voice dipped quickly into a rich Texan accent and Heidi blinked, shocked, but remained both unmoving and silent.
“We had horses. My father caught wild Mustangs, broke them and then sold them. Have you ever seen someone break a horse?” Kaiser’s voice had moved further away and she wanted to look, to see what the noise was, but she remained…
“No, sir,” she replied, realizing that he’d asked her a question.
“It’s brutal.” Kaiser was close again and took her hands in his, moving her skirt higher up over her hips so it would stay by itself. “Savage. Horses that have lived in the wild their whole lives know nothing of bits and bridles and saddles. My father called it ‘learnin.’ As in—’We’re learnin’ these here horses to be right.’ He was definitely no horse-whisperer.” The Texas accent was back, briefly, and Kaiser laughed, but it was a humorless thing, and Heidi found herself blinking back tears.
“Some horses break easy… Some don’t. When a horse has too much spirit, breaking it turns quite cruel. It’s a horrible struggle between human and beast.”
His cheek found hers, resting there as he spoke. She was transfixed, trembling beneath him.
“I don’t want a woman I have to break.” His voice was soft, urgent, and she wished she could see his face. “I want a woman who’s willing to bend.”
His words thrilled her even as he stood up and stepped back, bringing a hand down hard against the swell of her behind. She didn’t do it, but she wanted to arch her back like a cat, begging for more. This is what she wanted, had always wanted, would forever want.
He might have been right about breaking horses, she mused, biting her lip to keep from crying out as his hand came down again, but there was something she thought he didn’t know. That kind of surrender of the spirit required trust—a great deal of trust.
Perhaps some horses refused to submit because they were worldly cynics, too cautious and suspicious to give in. To them, man was just another dangerously cruel faction of an already dangerous universe. Those horses that were easier to break—she wondered if their spirits were just as strong as the others. Maybe even stronger.
Heidi closed her eyes and thought about horses, wild-eyed ones running free, and tame ones, sweet as the sugar-cubes they nuzzled from your hand. Were those captive horses broken, then? Was it so wrong to trust? To want someone to guide you, shape you, give you exactly what you needed?
A tame horse adored its master, and wanted nothing more than to please him. An obedient horse was loved—and it loved.
His punishment was the sweetest thing she’d ever known and she took it with a grateful sort of grace, her little body twisting, not sure if she was trying to wriggle away or arching to beg for more.
He was focused completely on the task at hand, warming her bottom to a steady, red heat and then, abruptly, he stopped, making her moan out loud.
Kaiser picked up the crop. “I will never force you, Heidi.”
She shivered as the leather end of the crop met her behind—just a tickle. Kaiser was stroking the reddened skin of her bottom with it.
“I don’t want to break you.” His words were hypnotic and she closed her eyes again in anticipation as he moved fully behind her. “I want to guide you…”
His voice was soft, almost a murmur, and she felt it like velvet over her burning skin. “Everything we do is a communication. Everything we say. Everything we don’t say.”
“This won’t ever be about violence.” The crop met her behind, quickly but without malice. She gasped, winced and spread her fingers again on the desk. She had curled them reflexively into fists at the tender, probing touch of the crop to her asshole. “It’s about control. I can’t allow the balance of power to be tipped. Someone must lead and someone must follow. I will lead.” Kaiser pressed against her from behind and she stifled a moan when she felt him, thick and hard through his trousers. “You will follow.”
“You’d snap like a twig,” he whispered into her ear, holding her writhing body still with his. “But I don’t want to break you.”
“You want me to bend,” Heidi agreed, molding herself to him like liquid, tilting her head back so she could see his face, meet his eyes.
He held her still until she finally submitted to his will, relaxing against him, sighing deeply as he cradled her in his arms. If someone had told her a month ago that she would be sitting in Warren Kaiser’s lap, in Warren Kaiser’s office, after having been spanked by that same man, she would have told them they were a few stitches short of a seam, but here she was.
Here she was. And there was nowhere else she would rather be.
The baby that was supposed to bring us all together, has torn us all apart.
I need to have her.
But fate wants something else.
Very soon she’ll belong to my elder brother.
It’s my brother’s wedding and she is the maid of honor.
She stands across at the altar,
And I just can’t keep my eyes away.
Our attraction is mutual,
A magnetic force pulling us together.
Both of us know it’s forbidden,
But keeping our fling a secret wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it?
That’s just what we thought,
The tragedy strikes,
And our whole world is shattered.
Tomorrow is the day when she’s agreed to get married to my brother.
She says we need to give up, distance ourselves – that it won’t work out!
But I am already in too deep.
How can I give up so easily?
We’re getting closer! The movie should be released in late August, early September. I can’t wait for you to see it!
Heidi and Kaiser are the main focus, and the chemistry between these two is just incredible. The following stills are from the upcoming movie, The Seduction of Heidi, based on my book, Heidi and the Kaiser, starring Ryan Driller and Whitney Wright.
All excerpts are from my book, Heidi and the Kaiser.
Her bottom tingled, remembering how red his palm had been after he spanked her. Shifting in her seat, she crossed one knee over the other, trying to make herself more comfortable with the yearning ache between her legs.
Standing, he leaned his palms on the desk blotter, his eyes moving down the front of her t-shirt, looking at her hands in her lap. “Now, there is just the matter of your tardiness.”
Her heart leapt and she met his eyes, feeling faint. “My…tardiness?”
“One of the things I cannot abide is lateness.” He reached down and unbuckled his belt. She felt faint as she watched it slipping through the loops of his pants. “And you will find that I am quite unorthodox in my methods of discipline.”
He snapped the belt in his hands and she jumped, gasping, her hand going to her throat as she stared at him. Doubling it over, he slapped it against his palm, the belt whistling and then smacking his flesh. Heidi sat and wondered how much it would sting as she wiggled her bottom against the chair.
“It’s a Vincente.” He gave her a small smile. “Italian. Calf-skin, medium weight. Makes a nice sound, doesn’t it?” She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move, all she could seem to do was stare at the belt in his hands as her whole body flushed with a trembling heat.
“Heidi?” He cocked his head, reminding her. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes, sir.” She drew a shaky breath.
“Come here,” he instructed. She recognized the tone immediately and obeyed, moving around to his side of the desk, amazed that her legs were holding her weight at all given how much they were shaking.
“You remember this?” He tilted her chin up and she met his eyes, nodding. “Everything pulled down and bend over.”
Heidi turned her back to him, knowing this was what she came for. She didn’t understand it and she didn’t try to, she just slid her shorts and panties down for him and bent over the desk as she was told. Her body was tight and tense with anticipation and she closed her eyes.
“Take them off,” he directed and she looked back at him, wiggling them the rest of the way down and stepping out. “And spread your legs.” She moved her thighs apart, feeling the cool air against the moist heat there, and gasped when his hands pressed them open even further.
“Put your hands flat,” he told her. “Fingers open.” Doing as she was told, she splayed her hands on the dusty rose colored blotter with its sharp maroon corners.
“Since you will now most likely be continuing in my employ…” He put his hands on the edge of the desk on either side of her, leaning his weight against her. “…I want you to understand that discipline will only be used when you have violated the rules. In terms of tardiness, you will receive one lash for every minute you are late. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Kaiser.” She closed her eyes and longed to wiggle back against the hard flesh she felt teasing her thigh. She resisted the urge—barely.
“You will count it out.”
She bit her lip as he moved away, wanting the heat and weight of him again. The belt caressed her skin at first, tickling over her lower back and down between her cheeks and thighs. She didn’t expect that and it sent shivers up her spine. Under her t-shirt, her nipples stiffened against the blotter. It went on for a long time, the thick feel of the belt tracing patterns on her skin, until she was breathing hard and had goose bumps and was straining up on her toes towards the sensation. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand the tension another minute, the belt came down—CRACK—over her ass, making her gasp and moan.
“One!” she yelped, the bite of the belt creating a line of heat that radiated over her behind. The sting was incredible, much worse than his hand had been.
“Good.” He praised her, bringing the belt down again in the same spot.
“Two!” she gasped, trying to remember how late she had been. Three minutes? Five? She couldn’t think anymore as he delivered another blow, this time to the other cheek.
“Three!” She moaned, her hands curling into fists as the fire spread over her ass. The moment they did, his hands covered hers, the weight of him leaning in as he pressed her palms flat.
“Open,” he reminded her firmly.
“Yes, sir.” She gasped, nodding as he backed off and brought the belt down again, smacking her ass hard, the sound of it filling the room.
“Four!” She whimpered, feeling the sting of tears and blinking them back.
“One more, Heidi.” His hand moved over the fiery, red skin of her behind, a cool caress.
The belt came down with a tremendous THWAP and she arched, crying out, gasping, “Five!” as her eyes closed and her jaw clenched. The sting and burn was different today, a more localized, tender thing, rather than an overall heat. She bit her lip, waiting, listening to him breathing behind her and wishing there was a mirror here, so she could see his face.
His eyes burned their way over the swell of her breasts, down the soft slope of her belly and hips, lingering between her legs at the soft, downy blonde hair there.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” He leaned back in his chair. “Yesterday in the bathroom?”
She swallowed, fighting the urge to cross her arms over her chest. “Yes, sir.”
“Did it make you wet?”
“Yes, sir.” She was unable to stop the slow flush in her cheeks at her admission.
He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping her form, meeting her eyes. “Did you touch yourself after I left, Heidi?’
She lowered her eyes, biting her lip, feeling that delicious throb between her thighs. “Yes, sir.”
“Show me.” He leaned forward in his chair, eye-level with her little triangle of fur. “How did you do it?”
Heidi closed her eyes against his gaze, sliding her hand down between her legs and parting her swollen lips with her fingers. Her clit was throbbing, aching to be touched, and she worked it in slow circles, her breath coming faster, knowing he was watching.
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling his hand slapping her vulva. “Oh god, yes, Mr. Kaiser!”
The feel of his fingers smacking against the swollen lips of her pussy was too much, and it sent her shivering over the edge, sailing through the waves of her orgasm as she rolled and bucked against his desk. She moaned and spread and went up on her toes with it, rocking back against the force of the hand still spanking her between the legs. She didn’t move. She couldn’t. She gasped and panted on his desk, her hot cheek pressed to the blotter, stuck there, her fingers still moving slowly in the sticky mess between her thighs.
“Get dressed,” he said after a moment and she thought he just might be struggling to keep his breathing under control.
Standing, she found her clothes on the floor, pulling her shirt back on, then her panties and shorts, using his desk for balance. Her ears were ringing with her orgasm, and her bottom was nothing but heat…