Free Rio's Fire by Lynn Hagen Page A

sound and fell forward onto his face when a heavy hand cracked against his bottom. The sting radiated out, and soon his entire backside felt like it was up in flames. He ground his cock into the light-grey rug, an automatic reflex to what Rio had just done.
    “Behave,” Rio said with a low growl, “or else I’ll swat the other cheek, darlin’.”
    This was not the sweet kindergarten teacher Fire remembered. On the contrary, Fire knew he was dealing with the predator that lived inside a Rio—and he liked it.
    Slowly pushing himself back to his hands and knees, Fire glanced over his shoulder and gave Rio a defiant glare. Good to his word, Rio’s hand sliced through the air right before it landed on Fire’s other cheek.
    This time Fire collapsed, his face smashed into the carpet. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. No one had ever spanked him before. Fire found the new experience thrilling and confusing.

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    Logically, a grown man should not like to be spanked. But here he lay, his cock throbbing so hard it hurt.
    There was a rustling noise behind him. Something heavy hit the floor and Fire guessed the noise to be Rio’s boots. He heard the rattling of a belt next. The man was undressing, and all Fire could do was lie there, gasping and groaning as the sensations continued to radiate throughout his body.
    What in the hell had Rio done to him? Fire was almost ashamed to admit that he liked Rio’s heavy hand on his backside. Was he supposed to like it? He sure as hell didn’t like it when his father had kicked his ass when he was younger.
    So why did Rio’s punishment turn him on?
    Fire’s eyes fluttered closed when he felt two strong hands begin to massage his abused flesh. Instead of taking the sting away, it intensified. Fire was baffled, conflicted, confused, and enjoying every second of what Rio was doing to him. He lay on the floor at the foot of his bed and soaked up every nuance of touch that Rio was giving him.
    “Look.”
    Fire didn’t want to look. He was too busy enjoying Rio’s hands on his butt. They were slowly working lower, until Fire could feel one of Rio’s fingers circle around his back entrance.
    “Open your eyes, darlin’.”
    Reluctantly, Fire cracked his eyes open. The first thing he saw were his own eyes in the full-length mirror situated on the wall in front of him. Only they weren’t the medium-brown Fire was used to seeing. They had morphed into the color of dried vanilla beans, dark, smoldering. Fire wasn’t used to seeing himself this way.
    But what really caught his attention was the body behind him, kneeling between his legs. Rio’s stunningly thick, black lashes outlined eyes that held the same glassy look as Fire’s. The bandanna was gone and his silky black hair framed his face in a way that reminded Fire of a fallen angel—one who knew how to draw pleasure Rio’s Fire
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    from a man’s body. The unshaven stubble only lent to the man’s mysteriously dangerous appearance.
    As Fire’s eyes traveled lower, he took in his mate’s sculpted body.
    Both nipples were pierced, a loop adorning each. Fire’s teeth ached to pull at one of them. Rio wasn’t thick with muscles. Instead he was chiseled, showing off a sleek body that belonged to a black panther.
    His biceps were well defined, rising just the right amount to let Fire know just how much strength the man held.
    Continuing his journey, Fire took in the rigid abdomen. His mate had a six-pack, the muscles honed to perfection. He took in the sultry lines that ran on either side of his mate’s groin.
    And then his eyes zeroed in on the hard cock that extended from base to navel. It was upright, erect, and the pre-cum made Fire’s mouth water. His cock and hole pulsed at the same time as Fire drank the man in.
    Something shiny caught his sight, and Fire could see a small packet of lube in one of Rio’s hands.
    “Watch.” Rio nodded toward the mirror. “Watch me take you.”
    Fire turned his head