The Writer's Loft

She wore her stripes with pride. The purple lines crisscrossed her back, hips, and thighs. He was brutal in his lust-filled desire last evening and today she needs his soothing touch more than ever.

Her limbs and muscles ache from being bound and bent over the padded “fucking bench” for so long while being whipped and pleasured. The memory of his fingers caressing her folds between strokes of the cane make her body respond more than 12 hours later.

She reached between her legs to ease the budding desire but she winces when her fingers touch her swollen flesh. More memories of his brutality flood her consciousness; his flogger on her clit, his hand spanking her pussy, the alligator clamps biting into her tender lips. She recoils in pain but a smile graces her lips.

She opens her eyes when she feels his tender touch on her breast. He leans down and kisses her softly before taking to her breast like a newborn babe. His lips trail down her torso and past her navel until they bathe her sex with soothing desire.

She was a post-graduate student attending a lecture I was giving at the local university. Her professor was a close friend of mine. After the lecture I was having lunch and catching up on email when this beautiful twenty-something stood before me and asked if she could join me to discuss a few items we did not have time to cover earlier in class.
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Now here we are, three days later, standing face to face in her apartment. Her long chestnut hair cascades over her shoulders and I place the palm of my hand on her cheek. I kiss her softly on the lips and feel her body surrender to my touch. I ask her to disrobe. Without hesitation, she looks me squarely in the eyes as she removes her shirt, blouse, and skirt.

To be that young again and have a perfect body. *sigh*

 
She takes my hand and holds it to her breast. I can feel her heart racing beneath her supple breast. Her nipples become excited and she gasps and closes her eyes as I brush the pad of my thumb over the tip of her sensitive nipple. She is aroused and I can see the dampness soaking through her panties.

 
I lean down and kiss her softly. My kiss becomes more forceful as my tongue presses past her lips and explores her mouth. Her fingers dig into my arms and she braces herself to keep from falling to the floor. Finally, she pulls away panting for breath.

 
“Are you going to fuck me?” She asks, rather matter-of-factly.

“No.” I reply. “Not today, anyway.”

 
I can see the disappointment in her eyes and I lean down to kiss her again. Minutes pass and I pull away. I remove a set of alligator nipple clamps from my shirt pocket and affix each end to her breasts before setting the tension tight enough that they remain in place, but not so tight that they hurt.

 
“I’d like you to get on your hands and knees on the bed, facing away from me.” I  state. She complies without acknowledgement and I make a mental note to discuss proper etiquette and acknowledgement with her during a scene at a later time. For now, she is new and caught up in the moment, and I let it slide.

 
I run my fingers up the back of her leg from her calf to her thigh, then over her ass where I press the heel of my hand against the small of her back before sliding it up her spine. When my hand encircles the back of her neck, she lowers her head in reverence and her hair falls to the comforter on her bed. Her flesh is soft and her panties are thoroughly soaked by now. I press my finger against the satin, pressing her panties between her lips and sliding my finger back towards her anus. She sighs and presses back against me.

 
“Please...” she begs. I know she wants to feel my cock inside her, but that was not part of the agreement. And it’s always better to leave a submissive yearning for more.

 
“Are you ready?” I ask.

 
“Yes, Sir.”

 
The leather strands of the doeskin flogger slice easily through the air and land squarely on her rump. I get the sense she might have seen 50 Shades one too many times as she starts to count each stroke.

I spend the better part of the next five minutes delicately painting her ass and thighs a warm shade of pink. I can tell she is close by the way she grinds her hips and throws back her head after each stroke.

 
I focus the next seven strokes on her dripping cunt and panties and before I can land number eight, she cries out and collapses on the bed as the remnants of her orgasm trickle down her thighs.

 
I run my hand up her leg and caress her tender flesh. “How do you feel?” I ask.

She turns her head to look at me, and sighs deeply. “Heavenly,” she replies.

 
I lean down and kiss her thigh. I can taste her cum on her flesh and my lips linger, savoring her scent and taste.

 
“Can I see you again?” She shyly asks.

 
The snare has been set.

It was the summer before my junior year of high school. The end of the 80s and I had just gotten my driver’s license and a new, old truck. I worked weekends mowing lawns for gas and lunch money so I didn’t have to eat lunch in the school cafeteria. Growing up in a small town, I was finally getting my first taste of freedom. Or so I thought.

They lived out in the country like most people with money in that small town. Their youngest daughter, Kandi, was my age and their oldest, Kathy, was two years my senior and had just graduated.

They were both popular girls; cheerleaders, dated jocks, drove brand new cars. People talked and rumor had it they were fairly easy when it came to sex, but I could neither confirm or deny such things. I was the quiet type from the wrong side of the tracks and still a virgin. Girls like that didn’t date boys like me. But their parents hired me to cut their lawn. So you can imagine my surprise when Kandi invited me to her sweet sixteen birthday party.

Now I know where your mind is going right now and I’m going to stop you before you venture too far down that rabbit hole. It wasn’t like that. I promise. So when she asked if I would come, she told me her boy-cousin would be in town and her mom wanted her to invite a few guy friends over so he wouldn’t feel out of place, so I said I would go. Afterall, what else was there to do on a hot Saturday night?

The party was fun. I spent the early hours hanging out with her dad and cousin at the grill while he cooked burgers and chicken for 15 giggly, awkward teenagers. Later, after everyone had eaten, she opened presents and cut the cake while the DJ started spinning records. It didn’t take long before most of the girls were dancing on the lawn while the boys sat on the deck and watched, sipping their punch like the bumblenuts they were.

Me, I stood off to the side, watching everyone have a good time. I was leaning up against a tree drinking a coke when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned in time to see Kathy standing beside me as she grabbed my red cup and poured whiskey in it from a flask she pulled from her cutoff jeans pocket. Then she took a long sip from it blushed as she gave it back while making small talk.

My mind was focused on the lipstick print on my cup and I don’t remember the details of our conversation, but I will never forget the sensation of the bark of that tree digging into my back as she pressed her body against mine and gave me my first kiss. When I felt her tongue tickle my lips and brush against my teeth I wanted to run. Looking back, I was such an awkward fool.

“Have you ever kissed a girl before?” She asked when she sensed my hesitation.

“No,” I confessed. “And I really don’t want to get my ass kicked by your boyfriend and his buddies either.” I continued.

“Well, lucky for you, you don’t have to worry about that. I don’t have a boyfriend anymore. I caught him cheating on me and we broke up.” She explained.

“I’m sorry…” I started to say, but she cut me off.

“Now, I’m going to do you a favor and teach you how to properly kiss a girl. Are you ready?” She asked,

I nodded as she continued. “First, wipe that stupid grin off your face,” she chided as she tried to stifle her own giggle. “Now, part your lips. Place your hands on my hips like this,” she continued as she grabbed my hands and put them on her hips. “Now, lean in, but stop just before our lips touch and let me close the gap and kiss you.”

I swear to God a lightening bolt hit the tree under which we were making out. For the next half hour we were all over each other, kissing and groping like two lovers reunited after months apart. I was lost in the taste of the whisky on her breath when she lifted her shirt and put my hand on her breast over her brassiere. When she pinched my thumb and finger together around her nipple and moaned into my mouth, I thought the world was going to end.

She then reached down and unbuttoned her shorts and grabbed my hand and slipped it inside her panties. Her down was soft and curly and I felt my cock begin to swell. She guided my finger between her lips and I was surprised to feel her wetness. I had never touched a pussy before. She gasped and bit her lip as she used the pad of my finger to massage her clit. Then she kissed me again as she worked her hips against my thigh and finger.

“Go slow.” She whispered as guided my finger inside her and begin to rock her hips. She put her arms around my head and buried her face in my neck. I was lost in the scent of her perfume as she kissed and sucked at my skin. Time passed slowly until I heard her groan and then felt a gush of wetness as she clamped her thighs together, trapping my hand between her legs. Her heart was racing and she was panting as I asked her what just happened.

She looked up at me and smiled, then giggled as she teased, “It’s called an orgasm silly. You just made me cum.”

“Really?” I asked? Astounded that it was so easy, when all I’d ever heard around school was that guys had no clue about how to pleasure a woman.

“Mmhmmm.” She answered, pulling my hand from between her legs. She looked me deep in the eyes as she brought my hand to her mouth. She closed her eyes and parted her lips as she sucked my middle finger clean. Then she opened her eyes and pressed my finger to my lips.

“Taste.” She said as she pushed my finger past my lips and into my mouth, I suckled the remnants of her nectar from my finger as she unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans.

“Have you ever had a blowjob before?”

“N…n…no.” I managed, nervously shaking.

“Relax,” She said reassuringly as she pulled the ponytail band from her wrist and put it on, after pulling her hair straight back.

She worked my jeans and boxers down around my knees and then she dropped into a deep-bend squat. I looked down as she wrapped her tiny hand around my shaft and stroked it gently as it grew even more stiff. I watched as she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the tip of my cock. They were so soft and warm and I felt more nervous than ever.

“You smell good,” she said, momentarily looking up at me before she parted her lips and slowly let me slip into her mouth. The pressure of her lips around my shaft and the warmth of her tongue on the underside of my head and shaft rendered me speechless as she closed her eyes again and set to work.

I had never had a blowjob before, but I will say, it was amazing to witness someone take such pleasure their craft while focusing on the pleasure of another. It was as if she could read my body. Every time my heart rate and breathing would quicken she would squeeze my shaft with her fingers and slow her effort, allowing me to momentarily recover.

“If… you… don’t… stop… I’m going… to… cum.” I finally managed.

I wasn’t sure if she heard my warning at first. But when she looked up at me between breaths, smiled and said, ”Good!” I knew she knew what she was doing.

It didn’t take much more effort on her part before it was me biting my lip to silence my sounds of pleasure as I felt my cock throb in her mouth and my seed spray down her throat. I thought for sure she would pull away and spit it out, but she swallowed it all and kept sucking until she had savored the last drop of my seed. When she released my cock from her lips the cool night air further awakened my already heightened senses. She kissed the tip of my cock and flicked it with her tongue as she stroked it once more then stood, pulling my boxers and my jeans back up around my waist.

“So how was it?” She asked as she snuggled against my body.

“That was fucking incredible!” I replied all too quickly.

“Kiss me,” She then followed. “I want you to taste us both on my lips.”

In the moments that followed, I shared the most passionate and amazing kiss of my life. To this day, it’s still the kiss I remember most. I’d like to say I saw Kathy again after that and that we dated, got married, had as much hot and passionate sex as one could imagine, and maybe a couple of kids, but I can’t.

Her dad got notice he was being transferred a few days after the party and they moved before the school year started so they could be settled before Kandi went back to school in the fall. Kathy went off to college and we promised to write each other and we did, once or twice. But soon, like time, the frequency of the letters faded and we eventually lost touch. I often think back about that incredible summer night, the stars in the sky, and the reflection of the moonlight in her eyes. I wonder where she is; if she’s married, if she’s happy.

Kathy, if you’re out there and you’re reading this. Thank you. You left an indelible impression on my soul that no one has been able to erase. I wish more than anything that I could touch your cheek, look into your eyes, and taste your kiss again. And I hope that tonight, when you visit me in my dreams, I will.

Today he needs his whore. Not someone with whom he can make love, but someone he can fuck. She is special. She is not just anyone; she is his someone. With time and persistent effort, he has earned that right to claim her as his own, but only because she has granted him that right through her gift of submission.

Naked, on hands and knees, she kneels. She knows his wants, his needs, and his desires. She wants nothing more than to fulfill every one. Even if that means subjugating herself to the lowest of lows, because she believes in him. She loves him. She trusts him.

She knows that he will not think less of her when he is finished. He will take her in his arms and care for her wounds. He will hold her tight and reassure her that she is his, and his alone. He will tell her that she is nothing less of a human and her value is not decreased because she willingly subjects herself to such monstrosities. He will tell her that he loves and adores her. She is his. He is hers.

On bended knees she offers herself to him knowing that his impending wrath will not be pleasant. He will use her. He will whip her. He will fuck her and do vile things to her body. And as he runs his fingers through her hair and pulls her head back tight, he leans down, their lips barely touching. She sees the fire and passion in his eyes the split second before he devours her in the hungriest of kisses. This… This is what she lives for. This is her purpose. This is her calling. This is her desire. And neither holds anything back.

He could sense the fear coursing through her veins as he stood behind her with his hand loosely gripping her throat. He leaned in and whispered, “Do not be afraid, my pet.” But still she trembled. With his other hand he pressed the flat edge of the hunting knife against her shoulder and breathed warm breath into her ear. He felt the added weight of gravity as her body succumbed to his seduction and her knees buckled.

“Steady…” he whispered, snapping her from her trance as he maneuvered the blade through the lace on the front of her bodice. Slicing through the last of the lace, he pulled the front apart, freeing her restricted breasts. He lifted the heavy fabric garment from her shoulders and slid it down her arms before tossing it on the floor beside them. He then made quick work of her undershirt, leaving it to the same fate.

The maiden now stood topless, wearing only a floor-length petticoat. They stood in front of the changing mirror and he admired her reflection in the glass. He drew the tip of the blade between her breasts and watched her nipples become excited as her cheeks flushed with fear. “Easy… Relax. Take a deep breath,” he reassured.

She nodded once and filled her lungs with air. He watched fervently as her breasts rose and then fell. The hand around her throat loosened its grip and he slowly drew it down her chest, following the knife until it passed her breasts. He cupped her left orb, lifting it and pinching the nipple slightly between his thumb and forefinger. She bit her lip and gasped at the sensation of electricity flowing through her nerves.

He sheathed the knife on his belt and untied the fabric that held her petticoat in place. Letting it fall to the floor, it puddled around her feet. She stood before him gazing at her naked reflection in the mirror and watched as his hands and fingers explored the delicate curves of her virginal body.

“Tonight, you will become my queen and give me an heir to all that I own,” he announced as he took her hand turned her to face him. She wondered if she could ever love this tall stranger that stood before her. He took her face in his hands and softly brushed his lips against hers. He was at least a foot taller than her and she felt completely consumed in his embrace.

He dropped to one knee and lifted her breast, before leaning in and suckling her tender nipple. She winced in pain when she felt his teeth sink into her tender flesh. His tongue slowly teased and bathed the tip of her nipple and she felt the beginning signs of arousal form between her thighs.

He touched her thigh and at first she jumped. But his persistent tongue and fingers soothed her fear and she relaxed. His fingers parted her thighs and she gasped and flushed with embarrassment when she realized he was intentionally rubbing the nub of her clit.

“Please…” She managed. “Please, let me lie down.”

He pulled away and stood before her. Taking her by the hand, he led her to his bed. He then took her in his arms and lifted her up before setting her gently down on the fine, expensive linens. “Lay back,” he coaxed and she complied.

He looked her deep in the eyes as he slowly undressed before her. His erection throbbed at the sight of her naked feminine form. She parted her legs as he covered her. His hands freely roamed her body as he kissed her neck and shoulder. The pain of her flesh tearing as he entered her caused a tear to fall from her eye and streak down her cheek. She clenched her teeth and wondered if she could ever love this man. Time would only tell.

She prayed that he would be quick, and in that moment she thought of her parents and of her sister. She knew they would never go hungry again. As he took his pleasure from her body she did her best to hide the torment she felt inside. The physical pleasure she felt conflicted greatly with the emotional turmoil she battled as her mind drifted to thoughts of Jaime. Where was he now? Would she ever love this man the same as she did him.

The lightening flashed and the thunder cracked as the rain came down in torrents. It had not rained in nearly a year and the soil needed this drink. Truth be told, so did his soul.

 
Tied to a tree, naked and gagged, he saw true fear in her eyes as the lightening flashed overhead. He knew better than to be outside in weather like this, but tonight, his lust would be unleashed. He brushed her matted hair from her eyes as it clung to her brow. She shivered as the cold, wet rain assaulted her skin, and she trembled at his delicate touch.

 
His fingers teased the soft flesh between her legs as he devoured her mouth with a hungry kiss. The wolf had been set free tonight and his lust would soon run free.

 
She cried out when his teeth sank into her nipple and she begged him to go slow. The animal in him heard nothing as it focused its intensity on her body. Nips and bites along her flesh sent conflicting emotions coursing throughout her body. She was both repulsed and aroused all at once.

 
The leather from the whip cut into her flesh and she screamed loud enough to cause alarm to anyone who might hear. But tonight they were alone, just she, naked and tied to the tree, and he, the whip-wielding wolf in nothing but a kilt and boots.

 
Another lash and another scream, more lightening and thunder clapping overhead. He pressed his body against hers again and held her face tenderly as he stared deep into her eyes. The bark of the tree dug into her back and soon, her flesh would become abraded. He lifted his kilt and pressed his throbbing shaft against her sex, lifting her off the ground.

 
She wrapped her legs around his waist as the pelting rain cleansed her muddy feet. He buried his head in her neck and thrust deep and hard, each thrust driving her against the tree. It wasn’t long before a new sound filled the torrid night air, a sound of guttural and animalistic grunts as he took his pleasure from the mortal’s body.

 
She did her best to match match the rhythm of his thrusts by lifting her hips against his body. The wool from his kilt scratched the wounds from his whip and she winced in pain. She sobbed when she thought of the bruises and the ache she would feel tomorrow, but her mind instantly cleared when she felt him freeze in place.

 
With a final thrust inside her, he held her against his body as he claimed her as his own. His seed filled her womb and she had been bred. She was his. His alpha. His queen.

 
As the rain began to slow, he lowered her to the ground, his seed dripping from her sex. He carefully untied her wrists and gathered her in arms. He then carried her inside.

 
In the comfort of their cabin, the bath was drawn and he bathed her before treating her wounds. The savage beast from earlier was nowhere to be found. He finished his care of her and carried her to his bed. He lay her down and pulled the blanket over her before taking his place beside her. 

 
As the lightening flashed again outside, the room was momentarily filled with light. He leaned over and took her in arms. Pulling her to himself, he held her close and kissed her softly. As her breathing slowed he gently ran his fingers down her back and whispered softly, “Sleep, my love. For tonight I will keep you safe.”

His fingers lightly trailed over her shoulder. She held her breath as he took his time, savoring the sensation of his touch. His fingers were like fire on her flesh as he breathed warm air against her ear. She felt her knees weaken and her heart rate quicken. Her body was beginning to succumb to the effects of her arousal. He had forbidden her the practicality of panties and she wondered if he could sense her apprehension.

He whispered softly, “Are you wet, my pet?”

She bit her lip and nodded, her voice caught in her throat. He slipped his hand between her thighs from behind her and she extended her arms, pressing her hands against the wall to brace herself.

“You ARE wet,” he teased as his middle finger caressed her clit. “I bet you’d like to feel my throbbing cock inside your tight… wet… pussy. Wouldn’t you, my pet?”

“Ye…” She nodded when her breath caught in her throat again.

He gathered her hair in his hand and pulled it back into a ponytail. He then lowered his lips to her neck and kissed it softly, his tongue trailing across her nape. She gasped aloud when she felt his teeth sink into her flesh and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

“Please…” She managed to beg.

“Please what?”

“Please. Sir.  Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Sir. Use me for your pleasure and make me your little slut.”

Her words were fuel to his desire and as he freed his cock and pressed it slowly against her sex, she pressed back against him.

“Yes!” she cried out as he savagely took her against the wall. Tonight she was merely an object to be used and that was exactly what they both desired.

I watched her slowly remove her clothes and let them fall to the floor. She was an incredible seductress and her golden tan shimmered in the candlelight. She stood before me in her five inch "stripper heels" as she liked to call them, and a black lace brassiere and matching panties. I took a sip of whiskey as I watched her hands roam freely over her torso, caressing her flesh as she swayed to the sensual melody of Miles Davis on the stereo. 

She turned her back to me and flipped her hair sensually over her shoulders. She reached around and undid the hasp to her brassiere before turning back around to face me. She held the thin fabric over her breasts and I could see her excited nipples pressing upwards. My cock stirred as I imagined suckling her tender nipples and biting them, ever so gently.

"Show me." I said and she leaned forward, her long hair blocking my view of her breasts as she let the lacy lingerie fall to the floor. She knew she was teasing me and she was enjoying this as much, if not more, than me.

She took two steps closer to me and used her knees to spread my legs. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my wrists, pinning them to the arms of the overstuffed chair. Her breasts grazed my chest as she leaned close to my ear. Her perfume was intoxicating and I was mesmerized by the delicious curve of her lower back.

“Is your cock hard, Sir?” she whispered. “Your slut wants to taste and worship you tonight.”

If my cock wasn’t throbbing before, it definitely was now. I reached up and took her arm and pulled her over my lap. My hand fell firmly on her ass and she yelped when the sound reverberated through the room. As I continued painting her ass red with my hand she took each swat and begged for more.

Time passed slowly and the stereo eventually grew silent. I pulled her off my lap and kissed her deeply. Our tongues dueled and we both became drunk on whiskey and passion. Finally, I broke our kiss and caressed her cheek with my fingers. Brushing my thumb against her lips I pressed it inside her mouth and whispered, “Show me how badly you want to taste my cock.”

She looked at me with the most seductive of looks and slowly closed her eyes. As her lips closed around my thumb she teased me with her tongue. My cock stirred again and I realized this one would never be tamed.

She met him at the door wearing his favorite lingerie. The black-laced demi-cup brassiere with matching panties, garters, and stockings combined with her five-inch Italian leather heels was a delectable treat for his senses. Her excited nipples rose with each breath she took and begged for the touch of his lips.

He stepped inside and took her in his arms. He devoured her in a hungry kiss and turned, to back her against the wall. One hand cupped her breast and caressed her nipple while their tongues dueled in the fiercest of kisses. His fingers of his free hand weaved their way through her hair and pressed against her scalp. He broke their kiss only long enough to breathe warm air across her ear as he kissed her neck. She wrapped her hands around his head and held him against her flesh. She was more aroused than she had been in a very long time. 

“Come with me,” he said as he took her by the hand and led her through the entry and into the dining room. The antique table was positioned in the center of the room with 2 chairs on each side and one at each end. “Which one is his?” he asked.

“That one,” she said as she pointed to the one at the far end of the room. Still holding her hand he led her to the end of the table and pulled the chair away. He took her in his arms again and pinned her against the table as he hungrily kissed her. He then broke the kiss and spun her around. Using his strength, he bent her forward over the table and grabbed each hand, pinning them behind her back.

He reached for the knife in the sheath of his belt and placed the cold, steel edge flat against the back of her thigh. She gasped at the sudden and exciting sensation.

“Are you wet?” he asked, plainly.

“Yes, Sir.” She replied.

“Good,” he said as he slid the blade of the knife under the crotch of her panties and sliced through the thin layer of cotton and lace. He replaced the knife on his belt and freed his throbbing cock. As he rubbed the bulbous head of his shaft against her glistening sex, she bit her bottom lip in anticipation of the pain that would course through her loins when he claimed her again.

“Fuck me, hard.” She hissed as he slowly slid inside her. With one hand holding her wrists against her back and the other holding her hip, he began to take her from behind with no sense of compassion or care.

“I want you to remember this moment when you’re eating dinner here tonight.” His words were like a knife in her chest, but yet they only pushed her closer to the edge.

“Yes, Sir.” She panted, as her orgasm began to overtake her senses. As her body began to respond to his thrusts, she cried out as she surrendered to the pleasure overloading her nervous system. He, in turn, cried out as he felt her sex clench his cock and soon he could hold back no longer. With a final thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her and collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the table. His lips rested against her ear as his warm, ragged breath seduced her mind as it caressed her flesh. “You belong to me now,” he hissed as the last of his seed drained from his cock. “You will forever be my pet.”

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As she set the table, her mind flashed back to memories of the afternoon. She felt herself becoming aroused as she drew her hands across the hard mahogany where her breasts were pinned just hours before. How on earth would she make it through dinner without losing her composure? This was going to be the longest night of her life until she heard from him again.

He ran his fingers up and down the length of her spine. He watched intently as gooseflesh formed on her shoulders and arms. Her blindfold stole her sight, yet intensified her other senses.

His warm breath on her shoulder sent shivers down her body. Her excited nipples stood proudly on display. He lightly pinched one between his thumb and forefinger and she let out a slight gasp. As he squeezed harder, she bit her bottom lip. He held her nipple firm, waiting for her to breathe again. When he finally let go, she inhaled deeply.

“Breathe, My pet,” he softly whispered.

She nodded as he took her swollen, smarting nipple between his lips and lavishly bathed it with the tip of his tongue. Her breasts heaved as she inhaled deeply again and he gently suckled. He then cupped her other breast before gently teasing her nipple with his thumb. He watched her neck as she swallowed hard and struggled to maintain her composure.

She stood confidently with her hands placed palm over wrist at the small of her back. He released her breasts with his hands and lips and stepped back, admiring her silhouette.

“Are you aroused?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

He slid his hand between her spread thighs and his fingers toyed with her sex. She was indeed aroused and he held his glistening fingers to her lips and pushed them inside her mouth. He said nothing as she obediently began to lick and suck them clean.

“Good Girl,” he praised as he pulled his fingers from her mouth. “Are you ready for the wax?”

She swallowed hard and nodded her head. She had been dreading this moment for some time. Her mind was still swirling with intense emotion as he lit the candle and waited for the wax to pool.

He leaned close and took her head in her hands. He kissed her hungrily; his tongue explored her mouth. She moaned softly into his kiss and pressed her body against his. His hands slid down her body and rested on her hips as he enjoyed the moment of intimacy. He then pulled away and encircled her slowly, waiting and watching.

He picked up the candle and held it close to her face so that she could feel the warmth of the flame. He then tilted the candle and the molten wax dripped onto her breast. He slowly waved the candle back and forth as the wax dribbled down her flesh before hardening in place.  He then stopped to allow her to catch her breath and let the wax in the candle melt again.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as he drew his hand over the curve of her hip.

“Heavenly,” she replied.

He laughed quietly at her response as he picked up the candle again and marked her other breast with the now cooling wax. She gasped and writhed when the wax fell on her flesh but she took it all and now her arousal was evident, as it dripped from her sex and clung to her thighs.

He blew out the flame and set the candle on the desk. He then stood behind her and freed his engorged erection.

“Bend over,” he said, and she complied.

He rubbed his cock between her lips and slowly entered her from behind. With one hand on her hip, he pulled her back to him until he was completely inside her. He slid his and around her waist and up her torso until he cupped her wax-covered breast. With each thrust inside her, he pushed her closer to the edge and soon they both found their rapture.