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tongue, the sight of it making his cock flex.
“Yes, Sir. I am.”
He lifted the red cinnamon candle and held it just barely above her flesh at the beginning swell of her breasts, letting the wax drip slowly onto her skin. Twisting the angle of it, he created a series of loops and swirls before placing it back in its holder.
Next came the blue candle, then one at a time the others. Each had its own distinctive scent and they mingled in a pleasant bouquet. The more he dripped the wax, the more aroused his bottom became. It was obvious in her eyes, in her increased tempo of breathing, and in the moisture continuing to gather in her pussy.
Slade felt a tightening in his balls as the design took shape, as every drop of the heated wax fell to her skin, each one adding a new dimension. He dripped it around the ropes and over them, a zigzag pattern where colours blended and swirled. He dipped the candle in his hand so one tiny drop fell on the tip of each breast. His Butterfly moaned her pleasure, her eyes begging for more. He gave it to her, drawing thin circles around the knot on her clit, loving the way she jerked slightly at each touch.
When he’d finished with the candles he blew them out, inhaling the erotic scent that still lingered in the air. Very gently he ran a fingertip over the swirling design he’d created, following the lines of different colours. He pressed each distended nipple, pleased at the flash of desire in her eyes. When he pushed harder on the knot of the rope resting on her clit, she moaned again. And when he slid two fingers into her hot, wet pussy her muscles immediately clamped down tightly on him. Removing the fingers, he licked them slowly. God, she tasted like the best dessert in the world.
“You’re so wet. The wax excites you, doesn’t it?” When she nodded he said, “I want to hear you tell me. Say it, girl.”
“Yes, Sir, it does. It excites me. A lot.”
He reached for the small digital camera he’d placed on the table. “I’d like to take a picture of you like this. Just for myself. For when I’m…away.”
For a moment he thought she’d refuse. It could, after all, be construed as an invasion of her privacy and it wasn’t an order but a request. Then she nodded. He focused the camera, framing the shot to get her entire body, then snapped off two frames. Tonight he’d print them out and put them in his wallet. They’d definitely counteract the freezing cold of the Hindu Kush.
And speaking of cold…
“Time to remove the wax. The baby oil makes it easy enough but I find using ice cubes to harden it serves a dual purpose. They make a stimulating contrast with the heat of the wax and they harden it, making it easier to peel off.”
As he talked he lifted a cube from the thermal container on the table and ran it slowly over the loops and whorls of the design. He loved the way her body reacted as the fingers of cold reached her nerves. When the ice cube had melted he slipped his icy fingers into her cunt again. She sucked in her breath at the first contact and her entire body clenched—at least as much as it could with her arms outstretched, wrists manacled and the ropes encircling her.
Slade took his time peeling off the wax, rubbing ice cubes over one area at a time, teasing her with the contrast in temperatures until all the wax had been removed. By that time he wasn’t sure who was hornier—his sub or himself. His plan when he’d found her here tonight had been to draw this session out as long as possible, but now he had doubts as to whether he could handle that. He wanted his cock inside her more than anything else.
He used the time it took to clean her body with a soft, warm cloth to try to get himself under control. She watched him as if she knew exactly what he was thinking and he could see the thought excited her. People unfamiliar with D/s relationships couldn’t understand the term ‘exchange of power’, but here it was, plain as day. His dominance over
“Yes, Sir. I am.”
He lifted the red cinnamon candle and held it just barely above her flesh at the beginning swell of her breasts, letting the wax drip slowly onto her skin. Twisting the angle of it, he created a series of loops and swirls before placing it back in its holder.
Next came the blue candle, then one at a time the others. Each had its own distinctive scent and they mingled in a pleasant bouquet. The more he dripped the wax, the more aroused his bottom became. It was obvious in her eyes, in her increased tempo of breathing, and in the moisture continuing to gather in her pussy.
Slade felt a tightening in his balls as the design took shape, as every drop of the heated wax fell to her skin, each one adding a new dimension. He dripped it around the ropes and over them, a zigzag pattern where colours blended and swirled. He dipped the candle in his hand so one tiny drop fell on the tip of each breast. His Butterfly moaned her pleasure, her eyes begging for more. He gave it to her, drawing thin circles around the knot on her clit, loving the way she jerked slightly at each touch.
When he’d finished with the candles he blew them out, inhaling the erotic scent that still lingered in the air. Very gently he ran a fingertip over the swirling design he’d created, following the lines of different colours. He pressed each distended nipple, pleased at the flash of desire in her eyes. When he pushed harder on the knot of the rope resting on her clit, she moaned again. And when he slid two fingers into her hot, wet pussy her muscles immediately clamped down tightly on him. Removing the fingers, he licked them slowly. God, she tasted like the best dessert in the world.
“You’re so wet. The wax excites you, doesn’t it?” When she nodded he said, “I want to hear you tell me. Say it, girl.”
“Yes, Sir, it does. It excites me. A lot.”
He reached for the small digital camera he’d placed on the table. “I’d like to take a picture of you like this. Just for myself. For when I’m…away.”
For a moment he thought she’d refuse. It could, after all, be construed as an invasion of her privacy and it wasn’t an order but a request. Then she nodded. He focused the camera, framing the shot to get her entire body, then snapped off two frames. Tonight he’d print them out and put them in his wallet. They’d definitely counteract the freezing cold of the Hindu Kush.
And speaking of cold…
“Time to remove the wax. The baby oil makes it easy enough but I find using ice cubes to harden it serves a dual purpose. They make a stimulating contrast with the heat of the wax and they harden it, making it easier to peel off.”
As he talked he lifted a cube from the thermal container on the table and ran it slowly over the loops and whorls of the design. He loved the way her body reacted as the fingers of cold reached her nerves. When the ice cube had melted he slipped his icy fingers into her cunt again. She sucked in her breath at the first contact and her entire body clenched—at least as much as it could with her arms outstretched, wrists manacled and the ropes encircling her.
Slade took his time peeling off the wax, rubbing ice cubes over one area at a time, teasing her with the contrast in temperatures until all the wax had been removed. By that time he wasn’t sure who was hornier—his sub or himself. His plan when he’d found her here tonight had been to draw this session out as long as possible, but now he had doubts as to whether he could handle that. He wanted his cock inside her more than anything else.
He used the time it took to clean her body with a soft, warm cloth to try to get himself under control. She watched him as if she knew exactly what he was thinking and he could see the thought excited her. People unfamiliar with D/s relationships couldn’t understand the term ‘exchange of power’, but here it was, plain as day. His dominance over
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