“You, Daddy. But you did ask.”
“True, my cheekychiquita.”
I pinch and twist her nipple before pulling. I lean over her and suck the distended flesh. I could do this all night. Her tits are perfection. I push them together, alternating sides until she reaches to press my hands harder against her tits. I pull away and slap each side. Her moan and how she arches until her shoulders are nearly off the bed tells me that was no punishment. I chuckle.
“Needy?”
“Muy,Papí.” Very, Daddy.
Fuck. That word.
I’m ready to begherto fuckme.
I reach for a satin band I wrap around her wrists before lifting them over her head.
“Daddy, can we get a headboard you can attach me to?”
“Yes,chica. It’s going to come with a footboard I can attach you to as well. Do you want to order it tonight?”
“Sí, Papí.”
I appreciate how we can switch back and forth between English and Spanish so easily. We spoke mostly Spanish when we met, but since arriving in New York, Flora’s asked to speak only English. She wants to get back to feeling fluent since she only used it sporadically in Colombia.
I grab my next implement and attach a spreader to her ankles. I extend the bar nearly as far as it’ll go.
“Be a good girl and don’t move.”
My gaze lands on the labia weights I set on the bedside table. We haven’t used these yet. I’m nervous since Flora said she’s never worn them before, but she was insistent she wanted to try when we picked out more items last week. I can see she’s already wet, and I’m uncomfortably hard.
“If this hurts too much, safe word, Flora.”
I clamp the first weight. As soon as the prongs touch her skin, I shift my gaze to her face. Her expression doesn’t appear to change.
“How does that feel?”
“Different but not bad.”
“Can you handle the other side?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I repeat my actions while I attach the second weight. They’re nowhere near as heavy as they could be. They’re the lightest ones we found since we’re experimenting. She also admitted she wasn’t eager to stretch out anything prematurely since she warned giving birth would change things.
When I’m certain she’s all right, I move on. I know she hears me flick the lighter then smells the vanilla and jasmine candle. I set it on the bedside table while I wait for wax to melt. I pop an ice cube I collected from the kitchen in my mouth and settle ontothe bed. I let it cool my lips before pressing my mouth to her inner right thigh.
I use my tongue and teeth to guide the ice up her skin. When I reach her pussy, I tongue her clit. She shivers, then lifts her hips to me. Her warm skin and my mouth make the ice melt faster than I expected. I press what’s left into her cunt as I work my tongue in and out of her.
Her hands open and close, and I’m certain she wishes she had something to clutch. Her moans remain soft, but they’re constant. Her top teeth press into her lower lip. The temptation is too great once the ice is gone. I rise from the bed, which elicits a whimper then a huff of annoyance. I chuckle before using my teeth to tug her lip. It’s just enough to make a point without hurting.
I check the candle and see there’s enough wax to begin. I press a finger into it to check that it won’t harm Flora. When I’m certain it won’t scald her, I trickle it between her tits down to her belly, which quivers. I stop just before I reach her clit. She got a Brazilian as soon as we arrived and another three days ago. She shaved while we were in Switzerland, but I know we both prefer this. Her completely bare skin always calls to me since it’s easy to spy her clit. I force my attention away from it now and back to her tits.
I grab an ice cube for her left breast, circling it where her skin darkens then over her nipple. At the same time, I pour wax in a serpentine over each breast. Before it cools, I trace the same pattern with the ice, just below the lines of wax. I dribble more wax on her puckered nipples, watching for any sign it’s too much over the more sensitive skin.
“Fuck, Pablo. This is the most erotic experience of my life.”
“Mine too, little one.”
I don’t mind when she uses my name. I love hearing it in the breathy voice she gets when we’re together like this.It’s yet another reminder of how quickly I abandoned the idea of a twenty-four seven. It seems ridiculous now to have even considered.
