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Authors: Sadie Matthews
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sliding between my lips. His face is inverted to mine, so his chin touches the side of my nose as he explores my mouth. The sensation of his tongue being upside down in my mouth is curious, the probing, exploring kisses provoking a strange excitement. He kisses me, reaches down and places his hand over my mound. I twitch with the sudden, unexpected touch so close to my core. He slides his hand down over the swelling sex with its delicate covering of golden mesh and presses it between my thighs. Then, gently but firmly, he moves my legs apart, first one thigh and then the other. Now I’m open to the heat of the fire and I can feel it playing over my sex, warming me where I’m already hot and needy.
He pulls away from my mouth, and looks down at my prone body, the wrists bound to my sides. ‘You look very beautiful,’ he murmurs. ‘Now… let’s learn a little more about fire.’
I feel a thrill that has a shimmer of something like fear inside it.
He goes on: ‘Fire is considered a masculine element, and in the pagan world, its tool is the candle.’ He reaches over to a candlestick on a low table by the fire and plucks the white stem of a candle from it. ‘Not surprising, really, when you consider how the candle carries and contains a flame.’ Miles put the candle lightly against my lips, drawing it over them so that I can feel the smooth waxy cylinder. I’m seized by the impulse to lick and kiss it, but I restrain myself. He runs the candle over my mouth, down my chin and neck to the base of my throat, then further to my right breast. Slowly he puts out one hand and draws the loose pleats of tulle away from that breast. I hear him draw in a breath as he exposes the full curve and I guess that he’s looking at the erect nipple that’s been straining at the cloth. He takes the candle and runs its circular edge around the sensitive area that surrounds my nipple, tickling me lightly with it. Now he pulls aside the fabric that covers the other breast and I’m entirely exposed to him. I can feel the heat from the fire flickering over my skin, and the nipples become even tighter and more erect. I long to touch Miles, or even touch myself, but my wrists are bound, there’s nothing I can do.
Miles gets up and goes to the fire, leaning over it so that his large form blocks it out. When he turns back, he is holding the candle upright so that the orange flame on its tip burns strongly, taking hold of the wick. He kneels down in front of me, between my open thighs, and I gaze at him. I’m utterly prone before him, my sex still covered with the mesh knickers and silk drapery but my breasts exposed, cupped by the fabric that’s tethered to the belt just below my wrists.
This is so exciting. But what is he going to do with that candle?
He’s staring at me intently, his eyes dark with lust. Then he says softly, ‘Like so many things, fire can bring pain… and pleasure.’ He brings the flickering candle up towards my chest. ‘You just have to know how to control it.’
The golden light jumps and sways before me. Beneath, a shimmering pool of molten wax is gathering. Miles moves the candle smoothly so that it is directly above my left breast. Then, slowly, he tips it so that a drop of the liquid wax trembles on the candle’s rim and then falls, landing exactly on my nipple.
A sharp, burning sensation floods out over the sensitive bud and I gasp loudly.
‘Shhh,’ he says soothingly. ‘Don’t respond at once. Control yourself. Let yourself feel it.’
I bite my lip to stop any more sounds escaping, and close my eyes instead. The sensation of pain subsides, leaving a delightful throbbing in my nipple, and an answering clench below, where my sex is swelling and growing juicy. I can feel the mesh of my knickers getting damp as desire floods me. I open my eyes again. Miles moves the candle to my other breast and does the same as before, tipping it slowly so that I can watch the clear blob swell on its rim and then
He pulls away from my mouth, and looks down at my prone body, the wrists bound to my sides. ‘You look very beautiful,’ he murmurs. ‘Now… let’s learn a little more about fire.’
I feel a thrill that has a shimmer of something like fear inside it.
He goes on: ‘Fire is considered a masculine element, and in the pagan world, its tool is the candle.’ He reaches over to a candlestick on a low table by the fire and plucks the white stem of a candle from it. ‘Not surprising, really, when you consider how the candle carries and contains a flame.’ Miles put the candle lightly against my lips, drawing it over them so that I can feel the smooth waxy cylinder. I’m seized by the impulse to lick and kiss it, but I restrain myself. He runs the candle over my mouth, down my chin and neck to the base of my throat, then further to my right breast. Slowly he puts out one hand and draws the loose pleats of tulle away from that breast. I hear him draw in a breath as he exposes the full curve and I guess that he’s looking at the erect nipple that’s been straining at the cloth. He takes the candle and runs its circular edge around the sensitive area that surrounds my nipple, tickling me lightly with it. Now he pulls aside the fabric that covers the other breast and I’m entirely exposed to him. I can feel the heat from the fire flickering over my skin, and the nipples become even tighter and more erect. I long to touch Miles, or even touch myself, but my wrists are bound, there’s nothing I can do.
Miles gets up and goes to the fire, leaning over it so that his large form blocks it out. When he turns back, he is holding the candle upright so that the orange flame on its tip burns strongly, taking hold of the wick. He kneels down in front of me, between my open thighs, and I gaze at him. I’m utterly prone before him, my sex still covered with the mesh knickers and silk drapery but my breasts exposed, cupped by the fabric that’s tethered to the belt just below my wrists.
This is so exciting. But what is he going to do with that candle?
He’s staring at me intently, his eyes dark with lust. Then he says softly, ‘Like so many things, fire can bring pain… and pleasure.’ He brings the flickering candle up towards my chest. ‘You just have to know how to control it.’
The golden light jumps and sways before me. Beneath, a shimmering pool of molten wax is gathering. Miles moves the candle smoothly so that it is directly above my left breast. Then, slowly, he tips it so that a drop of the liquid wax trembles on the candle’s rim and then falls, landing exactly on my nipple.
A sharp, burning sensation floods out over the sensitive bud and I gasp loudly.
‘Shhh,’ he says soothingly. ‘Don’t respond at once. Control yourself. Let yourself feel it.’
I bite my lip to stop any more sounds escaping, and close my eyes instead. The sensation of pain subsides, leaving a delightful throbbing in my nipple, and an answering clench below, where my sex is swelling and growing juicy. I can feel the mesh of my knickers getting damp as desire floods me. I open my eyes again. Miles moves the candle to my other breast and does the same as before, tipping it slowly so that I can watch the clear blob swell on its rim and then
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