Free TheBurnList by Julia Devlin

Pain, heat and
pleasure all mixed into one and she forgot her protests, arching into his
touch. Again and again, his open palm landed on her ass until they were both
panting.
    He slid his fingers up and down her wet slit and gave a
long, put-upon sigh. “This isn’t working.”
    Her heart stopped. What did he mean? “Wh-what…?”
    “You like getting your ass smacked too much.” His voice took
on a diabolical tone that caused shivers to run all over her aching body, her
sudden anxiety disappearing. “I have no other choice but to come up with a
different punishment.” He toyed with her clit, lightly stroking to drive her
crazy.
    “No, this is good.” She moaned. God, she needed to come
desperately. How could she have gone from never having an orgasm to this?
    He laughed. “Oh, I know it is. That’s my point.”
    To her immense disappointment, he picked her up from his lap
and deposited her onto the couch. He ran his hands through his hair before
standing to face her. He studied her, looking her up and down as though she
were a horse up for auction. “I was going to save this for later, but you’ve
given me no choice.”
    In confusion, she watched as he dug into his pocket and
pulled out a small black box. He held it out to her.
    She blinked at what looked like a jeweler’s box, her heart
gave one hard thump before sanity prevailed. They’d been together one night, he
wasn’t giving her jewelry. “What is it?”
    “Open it.”
    Curiosity mixed with apprehension as she flipped the top
open. Two silver balls lay nestled inside. She frowned. “What are these?”
    His dark eyes drank her in. “Put them in.”
    “What?”
    “Put them in your pussy.” He made the proclamation as though
it should be obvious.
    “Why? What are they?” She couldn’t fathom what purpose they
could possibly serve.
    His jaw clenched and he crossed his strong forearms over his
broad chest. “Don’t ask questions. Just do what you’re told.”
    Desire sparked along her nerve endings. Maybe it was wrong,
but when he talked like that it drove her mad with lust. While being ordered
around wasn’t exactly feminist, she couldn’t deny it was a total turn on. He
kept using that word—submissive—she wasn’t sure she liked it, or believed it,
but right now she wasn’t going to think about it.
    Right now she was going to do what she was told.
    She picked them up and held the cool metal in the palm of
her hand.
    “One at a time.”
    She rolled one smooth ball in between her thumb and
forefinger and it jingled. What could they possibly do? Without taking her gaze
off him, she inserted first one then the other. The flash of heat in his
expression told her she was missing something key, but she couldn’t fathom
what.
    He crooked his finger. “Stand up and come here.”
    Worried they’d fall out, she slid off the couch with utter
care. Nothing happened. She wasn’t sure what they were supposed to do, but
Lukas had obviously gotten some duds.
    Confident, she took two steps. Deep inside, the balls
clanged and a spear of pleasure shot through her as they knocked against the
G-spot Lukas had gotten her in touch with last night. She jerked, eyes going
wide, she stilled.
    Finally she understood their diabolical purpose. And exactly
how he intended to torment her.
    “Closer,” he commanded.
    She gritted her teeth and took another cautious step. They
clanged again, and she grabbed on to his arm for support. “Oh god!”
    He chuckled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through
her, creating just as much havoc as the balls nestled within. He ran his finger
along her jaw, tilting her chin up. “Time to go.”
    * * * * *
    Lukas watched Abby from across the room as she talked to
Anne, a wife of one the guys from the station. Her nipples were puckered into
hard little points under her top, a continual reminder of her state of arousal. The desire to run his fingers along her sure-to-be-slippery pussy gnawed at
him. He squashed it down,