Playing With Fire Novels & Stories

“Yes. Show them all. Show her.” I leaned back, closing my eyes, replaying the sparring session in my mind. Her eyes blazing with defiance, her breath sharp in her throat, the flush in her cheeks as she tried to strike me. Every second had been torture and pleasure tangled together. She didn’t even realize what she did to me. But she would. Soon, she would know. I rose, stripped off my shirt, and shifted. The wolf tore free, shaking out its fur, its claws digging into the stone floor. The fire snapped in the hearth as Kai took over, stalking to the window, staring out into the dark forest.

A chill ran through me as I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing the terror in my eyes, Tucker curled his lips into a knowing smile. Panic took over me, every fiber of my being screaming to push him away and run. But my body refused to cooperate. The fire inside me had barely dimmed, leaving my body limp and unresponsive. I grabbed his tie, my attention drawn to the flush creeping over his ears. "Can you take me home?" I asked. Reading my unspoken request, Tucker quietly began to remove my clothes. "Tucker… No…"

“In BDSM, there’s a motto called RACK: risk-aware consensual kink. It acknowledges that some practices aren’t entirely risk-free. Instead of pretending everything is safe, you discuss and mitigate risks. Fire play falls under that. They’ll have wet towels, fire extinguishers and a plan.” Onstage, the fire top—a woman with short, confident hair and a focused gaze—addressed the audience. “We have negotiated this scene carefully. Our volunteer has shaved the area to avoid hair catching. We have fire safety equipment ready. If at any moment anyone is uncomfortable, we stop.” She then lit a small torch, its blue flame steady and mesmerizing. She dipped a wand in the alcohol and lightly brushed it

Storms would stand still and wind would cease. The more the world attacked her, the fiercer her gaze was, like Fire, or a cracker. Like a Firecracker.

Vanilla cinnamon or some god-awful thing. It landed on a pile of papers. We both paused. The fire was small at first. Cute, even. Then it wasn’t. “Shit,” he said as the flames grew larger. “Oh my god,” I muttered, lunging for a cup of pencils like it was going to help. “Do something!” “You’re the one who wanted to play house!” “You’re the one who brought arson to the PTA!” He grabbed the water dispenser and yanked the bottle off like a man possessed but It slipped and all the water splashed on the floor, touching me a bit.

The first who hadn’t flinched from the parts of him that weren’t polite, or easy, or safe. He was playing with fire. And for the first time in years, he didn’t want to put it out.

"Maybe it'll be a good lesson on control." Peter and Lucifer got some torches from the cart and setup a rectangular pattern. Sabu and Heinrich were on the sidelines ready to catch any stray fireballs. "The rules for the fire variant are simple Elijah. You throw a ball of fire at your opponent who sends it back. With every third volley you add another ball to the mix. First to miss loses." Lucifer explained. "You can catch someone else's fire?" Elijah asked. "Yes. This game can be played with any of the elemental magics so long as the participants share the same affinity, though personally I think wind is boring, no offense Sabu."

He's holding the fire poker, and the bright red tip catches my sight and I begin shaking in absolute fear again. "No! No, Tristan! Please!" "You should've thought about that when you fucking mouthed off to me, Myla. Haven't you learned anything by now?" "I'm... s...ssoorryy!" "Sorry is for fucking suckers." He laughs, making a chill spread throughout my whole body as he gets on the bed with me, straddling my waist. My eyes stay on the hot, red fire poker instead of his evil face, wondering where he's going to burn me this time since I'm not turned on my back. I get my answer soon, when he places the fiery stick on my skin, right underneath my breasts, burning the delicate flesh right underne

Touch… Chloe gave a shake of her head in an effort to clear her mind of the foggy haze that seemed to be encompassing her. "I don't know what game you are playing, Timothy, but—" she began "I never play games, honey... Not anymore" he assured her softly. She didn't know what to think about him calling her honey, but for the moment Chloe was too concerned by the threat he represented to her, to her equilibrium, to bother asking him about it. "You are playing one right now. And it isn't funny." she reproved. "Please don't say things like that if...please just don't"

"Frieda's like the only girl in this school that hasn't been fucked by anyone. And that is why we placed a bet on her. Anyone who gets to take her gets to be captain for the next season." I looked at Zayn, who immediately raised his hands in surrender. "I won mine fair and square. Besides, as he said, she hasn't been touched." "I would give anything to see that scowl melt into a loud moan when she cums." Tim licked his mouth, the slurping sound causing my blood to boil. I clenched my left fist as he and our teammates took turns to say what they would do to her. "I can't wait to—" I slammed my locker door before that bastard could finish his statement.