“Right,” Sarah snarked. “And we shouldalwaysdo what the military quote tells us to.”
Blaze leaned over and caught her chin in his knuckle, dragging her head over so she was looking at him. “Bratting so early in the morning, are we?”
Her warm brown eyes widened. “Um, no?”
“And how do we say that?”
“—No, Sir.”
He kissed her until the stiffness left her body.
He almost stripped her pants off, dragged her across the car, and shoved her onto his dick to ride him right there, but they had a sixteen-hour drive ahead of them, halfway across the continent.
So Blaze loosened his arms, and Sarah sat back, her eyes softer. He settled himself down even though his frustrated libido itched under his skin, which was not how a power exchange relationship was supposed to work.
Taking responsibility for any kind of a submissive, even a brat, usually included blow jobs whenever you felt like it. It was quid pro quo for being their executive functioning skills.
And yet here he was, ready to cram his dick in the rotted-out knot of that oak tree over there to get some relief.
To hell with it.
He tightened his fingers in the silky braid on the back of her head and unbuckled his belt. “Change of plans.”
Every Dom craved that frightened unease in her eyes, knowing that she would let him make her do it anyway.
The blood left his skull so quickly that dizziness filled the void.
He grated out, “Tell me your safeword, little kitten.”
“My safeword is red,” she whispered, her small voice breathy.
“And the stop gesture?”
“Hands on my ears.”
He unbuttoned his jeans, waiting for two heartbeats in case she used one of those consent revocations, and his cock was already swollen so tight that his skin felt sunburned. “Open your mouth, little kitten.”
She did, and Blaze muscled her head across the car and pressed her face over his dick.
The hot wetness of her mouth engulfed him, and her suction pulled more sensation into his erection. Blaze’s spine arched, his fist clenching tighter. His thick fingers buried in the darkness of her hair as he lifted and shoved her face down over his cock, her ear just barely missing the steering wheel while her other cheek rubbed against his shirt and abdominals, ramping up the wild energy and concentrating it, the muscles in his lower back and pelvis tightening already.
With just a few more thrusts, the bliss overtook him and spread through his mind and soul, a moment of floating and nothingness, and then his balls pumped and he spurted into her mouth, holding her head down. “That’s a good girl. Swallow it all like a good girl.”
A few minutes later, Blaze backed the car out of the parking lot in front of the log cabin and drove carefully down the dirt road in the daylight, avoiding the rocks he hadn’t been able to see in the dark the night before.
Sarah clung to the door handle and her seatbelt, panting to catch her breath.
Which was also something every Dom craved.
Blaze ground his teeth rather than smirk at how ruined and frustrated she looked. God, that was such a turn-on that his dick was already thickening in his pants again.
A journey of a thousand miles began with a single step, but it also started with resisting the temptation to throw the brat across the hood of the car and fuck her senseless.
Later.
Yes, later, when she was weepy from frustration and bratted so thoroughly that she required correction,thenhe’d give her what she wanted and deserved.
Blaze stroked his fingertips over the laces of the Vantage’s leather-clad steering wheel warmed by the June sun crawling toward the apex of the blue sky, mainly to keep himself from rubbing his hands together like a gleeful cartoon villain.
