“I am honored,” I say, cupping her face and stroking her cheekbones with my thumbs. Sliding my hands down her front, I pull her thong off and help her out of it. Sucking in a deep breath, my mind steps sideways into something darker. “Lie down on the table, on your front.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
In which lust is a flame.
Cora…
I was doing this? I was really going todothis? Even as I’m questioning my own sanity, I’m still climbing onto the table with Dario’s help, crossing my arms and resting my head on them. Hearing the rustle of clothing, I know he’s undressing, too. I’m strung tight, feeling like a tuning fork quivering after a tap. Jumping a little as I feel his hand stroking down my spine, I feel him kiss my neck.
“Relax,” he says, “you trust me. Remember your safe word.”
“Seagull,” I repeated.
“Good girl, you can use it any time and everything stops,” he said. I can feel his erection, hot and hard against my hip as he smooths his hands over my ass. “Look in the mirror, you can see everything I’m doing.”
I can hear him dipping something in the water, and the rustle of a glove, the process repeats twice more, and then I smell the acrid scent of rubbing alcohol. I can feel the heat of a candle near me as Dario leans down to kiss my neck, gently nipping at the taut tendon there, betraying my anxiety.
“Do you trust me, baby?”
He was giving me one last chance to back out, but I turned my head, giving him a smile that was part shaky, part sultry. Kissing his hand not wearing the glove, I forced myself to be still. There was a small “whoosh!” as the candle set the glove on Dario’s hand aflame.
I froze, watching in the mirror as he ran it up my spine, just as he’d done with his bare hand. I can feel the heat of the fire, feel the very pores on my skin slam shut in anxiety. But as he ran the fiery glove over the globes of my bottom, the feverish bite on my skin felt strangely arousing, and my hips moved slightly on their own accord as the glove passed by.
Gently parting my legs, he chuckled as my knees tried to slam shut on their own, and a brisk slap on the thin skin of my inner thigh made me yelp and spread them back open.
I trust him... I trust hi- ah!My frantic inner monologue is cut short as the glove is re-lit and swoops its way up my calf and over the delicate skin leading to my pelvis. l bit my lower lip hard, trying to stop my sputtering nerve endings from trying to twitch away from the sweep of the glove. This pass with Dario’s blazing hand hurts.Not terribly, but enough to feel a bite. His erection, still trapped behind his tight black boxer briefs, presses into my hip as the blaze lingers just over my pussy, then vanishes.
When he returns, he puts his hand just under the crease of my butt and squeezes. “I don’t think you have ever looked more beautiful, my sweetragazza sporca,my dirty girl. The light of the flame on you makes you incandescent.”
He gave me a slow, lingering kiss as his hands moved to my hips. Not understanding, I moved as if to rise, and he shook his head. His eyes glowed with a diabolical light as he grinned.
“Oh, we’re not done. Roll over onto your back.” He started chuckling as my eyes widened, but I slowly did as he asked, trying to arrange my suddenly shaky arms and legs to stretch over the platform, looking more like some pagan sacrifice. Watching the mirror as he shed the gloves, I saw him pick up a thick piece of gauze.
“What is your safe word,Bellissima?”
“Seagull,” I wheezed in a pitch that made me sound like one of them.
Staring at me in the mirror, he applies the accelerant to the fabric. A thin, high-pitched shriek nearly left my lips as he gracefully swiped a long streak of the liquid down my thigh, instantly touching the candle to it. The blue flame leaped from my skin and died down almost instantly with a swipe of his hand. This way definitely leaves more of a sting with the heat, I’m strangely fascinated with the glow that moves over my bare skin. Running a longer streak down the length of my other leg, the flame touched again.
“Ah!” It‘s more of a whisper, but my husband hears it. Looking into my eyes as he pauses, I know he’s waiting for the word. Shaking my head, I manage to moan, “No... keep- keep going…”
The feel of his fiery palm on my sensitive belly has me clenching every muscle, and again as he moves my hands above my head and strokes the thin, delicate skin on the inside of my arms with the alcohol and then the flame of the candle. The blaze illuminates my face in the mirror’s reflection. The long, rough sweeps of his hand snuff the flame almost instantly, allowing just enough time for me to gasp. I feel the cold swish of the wet cotton against my left breast, and my eyes shoot wide open, gazing fearfully at my terrifying, beautiful husband. His glowing eyes don’t reassure me much, he’s wildly aroused.
My back arches involuntarily as the bluish blaze rises from the soft skin of my breast and then his rough palm rubs my nipple and takes the burn away. He does the same to my other breast, and my head’s lolling bonelessly now, my eyes closed and mouth open in a silent moan as he plays with my breasts, my nipples hard and pressing against his hand, the soft skin of my belly and briefly along the inside of my thighs, just where they meet my pussy.
One heated bite blurred into the next blazing sting… my entire body feeling alight as he gently strokes my breasts with fire once more. When his ungloved thumb reaches down to lightly flick my clitoris three times, I’m stunned as I come, my entire skin feeling like it’s feeding into the orgasm with the heat and prickling sensations. My core tightens and my legs draw up, gasping at the intensity radiating through me.
Gently pulling me upright, his amber gaze travels over my heaving breasts, my reddened skin. Linking his arms under my thighs, he lightly lifted me off the table, balancing me carefully so none of my wildly sensitive skin touches anything.
“Oh! Oh, God! You’re thick tonight…” my blissful moan cut off abruptly as he impales me on his cock, bouncing me up and down, pushing harder on the downstroke to slide all the way to the end of my channel, the wide head of his shaft pushing insistently against me, wanting to dig in deeper, burrow further up inside me.
I knew Dario was strong - his arms thick and steely with muscle - yet the ease with which he bounced me up and down as if I weighed nothing is wildly, painfully arousing. Even though the sting of his cock shoving deeper with each stroke definitely makes itself known, I’m stunned to feel wetness slide over my thighs, making his dick shiny and adding to the pleasure as his narrow hips slapped against my wet pussy.
My next orgasm is suddenly right on top of me and I stiffen, gasping as I helplessly clamp down on Dario’s thick cock. He groans, his dark head dropping to my shoulder for a moment, trapped inside my desperate spasms. When the pulsing slows, he begins thrusting inside me again, rubbing my clit against his wiry pubic hair, grinning as my thighs tighten around his hips.
“Do you think those are your only orgasms tonight?Oh, no. You will not be allowed to rest until-” his murky threats stop as he adjusts me higher on his arms and begins thrusting faster than before. “No, baby,” he continues, licking a stripe over one reddened collarbone, and then the other, “I won’t let you down from my arms or off my cock until you’ve come twice more.”
Arching his hips sharply, the slide of his shaft changes inside me, almost scraping my sensitive, swollen walls as the hard press of him keeps firing off every nerve ending inside me. “I feel those red-hot thighs against me. Work them!” Dario tells me. It’s almost as if he startles me into an orgasm because I shriek and do as he demands, trembling and clutching at his shoulders to hold myself upright.
