The hot wax singed her nipple and pooled before stretching her skin taut as it cooled. She gasped and writhed as both pain and pleasure washed over her body. The nighttime sleep mask covered her eyes and her wrists were cuffed to the headboard. Her legs were bent and spread with her feet flat on the mattress.
She gasped and bit her lip when the next pour of molten wax kissed her other breast. He drew his hand up her torso from her navel, between her breasts until the back of his fingers brushed her jaw line.
“Shall I continue?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
He placed the candle on the nightstand to allow it to burn down a bit. He picked up an ostrich feather and brushed it gently along the inside of her thigh. She involuntarily clamped her legs together and realizing her mistake, she pulled them back apart.
“Do that again and I will cuff your legs to the footboard,” he cautioned.
He cupped her calf and drew his hand up her leg, over her thigh, and to her sex. He pressed the heel of his hand against her clitoris and she arched her back, begging for more.
“Do you like that, my pet?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. It feels exquisite,” she replied.
He leaned down and brushed his lips against her skin just below her navel. She whimpered as his warm breath caressed her exposed flesh.
“Please… Sir,” she followed up with his title once she regained her composure. He smiled when she called him “Sir”.
He lightly spanked her sex with his hand and she gasped before she clamped her legs shut. Again, she realized her mistake and immediately pulled them apart, but she knew what was coming next.
He stood from the bed and grabbed her left foot, pulling it straight. He wrapped the leather cuff around her ankle and then secured it to the footboard. He then did the same to the right before taking his place back on the bed beside her.
“I’m sorry,” she managed meekly.
“It’s okay,” he replied. “Now it won’t happen again.”
He picked up the candle and held it over her sex. He dribbled a steady stream of melted wax over her thigh up to her sex. She arched her back and cried out when the hot wax landed on her sensitive flesh. The sensation was overwhelming and she realized she was panting, on the verge of orgasm.
“Take me, Master… Please?” She begged. “Fuck me like your dirty little whore!”
He positioned himself over her and rested his weight on her body. She arched her back, offering her breasts to his lips, longing to feel his lips on her again. He pressed his throbbing erection against her clitoris and slid it back and forth, crumbling the now cooled wax. He lowered his head and suckled gently on her nipple as he slowly entered her.
He took his time, slowly making love to her. Yesterday had been quite intense and the bruises were still visible on her thighs. Today, he would be gentle, allowing her time to recover.
Her arousal was further along than his and within minutes she asked him for permission to cum. He leaned down and kissed her, keeping her on edge until he could hold back no longer. He broke the kiss and arched his back as he thrust one final time deep inside her.
“Cum for me!” he said as his own orgasm coursed through his body.
She shook as she felt him flood her womb and milked his shaft as he spilled the last of his seed inside her. He removed her mask and brushed the matted hair from his face before leaning down and kissing her once again.
“Thank you, Sir,” She smiled up at him.
“You’re welcome, my pet,” he replied. “Now, let me untie you and hold you while we sleep.”