Fire licked across the skin of my inner thigh, but it only fueled the orgasm that was building.

This is heaven, I thought, laughing aloud at the image. Flames belong in hell, and if this is what hell feels like, it’s better than heaven! That’s where all the fun people will be anyway…

Pyromania is what most people think of when I mention fireplay, but maniacs just do it for the thrill. Pyrophilia is what it’s called when you derive sexual gratification from the experience, and there was no question about whether it was turning me on.

I had done fireplay one other time, but it was in a performance setting, so there were limits to what we could do. I was wildly aroused, but couldn’t get off until I made it home, touching myself while remembering the rush of fear and excitement that had rocked through me on the stage. This time we were in private, at a hotel pre-party in Vegas, so we could be much naughtier.

Fireplay is best done when everyone is sober, so we started the night off with it. I hadn’t had a chance to relax and get used to the idea yet, so I was nervous as my friend Raven bound my wrists above my head to a post. I plastered a smile on my face to hide my apprehension while Scott, the Dom I was playing with, laid out his implements.

I was familiar enough with the process to recognize the cup of flammable liquid and the stick-like device he would be using to spread it across my skin. The other stick would stay lit and be used to touch the place on my skin where he had spread the fluid. The thin layer of liquid on the surface of my skin would ignite, but before it could actually burn me, he would wipe it out. This process would continue in a pattern of smearing, lighting, and wiping all across my body. If done correctly, it didn’t have a chance to burn the skin, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting.

I shivered as I watched Scott get everything ready, not sure if it was nerves or excitement. He looked up and seemed to read it on my face, so he called Raven back over.

“Scarlett looks a little tense. Why don’t you help her to relax before we start?”

Raven thrust a finger inside me, unfairly pulling my attention back to her as Scott continued to swipe, light, and wipe the fire out.

Raven dropped to her knees in front of me and slid my panties to one side. I jerked in my bonds when she pressed her tongue to my clit, but quickly found myself thrusting my hips to her mouth for more. She knew just how I liked it and was deliberately not quite giving it to me.

Within a few minutes, she had thoroughly distracted me, so I wasn’t even thinking about fire when Scott approached. My sole focus was the feeling of her warm, wet tongue sliding back and forth across that bundle of nerves.

Raven stayed put on her knees between my legs as Scott approached, so he started with my arms and chest. The first time he lit some of the fluid, I jerked hard when I saw the flames, unable to convince my brain that it was safe. It’s impossible to ever get used to the sight of your skin on fire.

Raven thrust a finger inside me, unfairly pulling my attention back to her as Scott continued to swipe, light, and wipe the fire out. I couldn’t tell if I was shaking from the adrenaline or the orgasm she kept denying me.

I could smell the singed hair from my arms, and my skin was stinging in all the places he had already worked. Some people like to be blindfolded for fireplay, but part of the thrill for me was watching the flames dance across my skin for the fraction of a second that he left them lit. They were both beautiful and terrifying.

Scott tapped Raven on the shoulder, letting her know that he needed her to move, but first she stepped up the pressure with her tongue and added another finger inside me. I could feel the slick evidence of my arousal as she thrust in and out.

Just as I was about to tumble over the edge of an orgasm, Scott lit another section of skin on my inner arm. I thought it would stop me from coming, but it was too late, and the pleasure and sting of the fire mixed together in a heady rush. I was breathing so heavily as I came down from it that I started to see spots.

Neither of my play partners was finished with me, though.

Raven stood up and circled around behind me, kissing my neck and running her fingertips over the places Scott had already lit. He began to work his way lower across my stomach and sides.

Raven reached a hand around and started working on my clit again, this time not bothering to withhold the orgasm. Since I had already come once, it was so much easier to make it happen again. She knew this and simply kept going until I couldn’t tell where one explosion of pleasure ended and another began. Scott worked the fire back up my legs, starting at my calves, gradually focusing all the sensation closer to where Raven was working her magic.

By the time he was lighting the skin of my thighs, I was moaning incoherently, lost in a rush of pleasure and pain, fear and exhilaration. They probably would have continued the sweet torture for hours, but Scott was running out of fresh places to light and my skin was getting too raw to continue. With one more final orgasm, I hung limp in my bonds, lightheaded and giddy. It was an all-consuming, fiery bliss — and I couldn’t wait to do it again.

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