“Ah!”
It is more of a whisper, but he hears me. He pauses, staring at our reflection, at my face in the mirror. I know he’s waiting for the word. I lick my dry lips and manage to moan, “No. Keep- keep going.”
The feel of his calloused fingers on my sensitive belly has me clenching every muscle, and then again as he moves my hands above my head.
“Dinnae move your hands,” his voice rasps like sandpaper. He crosses my wrists and kisses them.
The skin on the inside of my arms is thin, delicate. The gauze sends a cool streak of alcohol along them.
Then the flame of the candle.
A guttural sound leaves my lips. The blaze streaks up my arms, like flaming wings.
The long, rough sweeps of his hand snuff the flame almost instantly, allowing just enough time for me to gasp. I feel the chilly swish of the wet cotton against my left breast, and my eyes shoot wide open, gazing at Wallace. He’s wildly aroused, his stiff cock pressing against my arm. But he waits until I wet my lips and gasp, “I’m okay.”
My back arches involuntarily as the bluish blaze rises from the tender skin of my breast, I watch it all in the mirror, disbelief thatthere are flames on my body.I feel his rough palm rubbing my nipple and taking the burn away. He does the same to the other breast, and I’m boneless. Floating. My eyes close and my mouth opens in a silent moan as he plays with my breasts, my nipples hard and pressing against his hand.
The blue flame leaps and twirls over the soft skin of my belly and briefly along the inside of my thighs, almost touching my pussy. I’m wet, desperately wet and my clitoris is throbbing. One heated bite blurs into the next blazing sting, my entire body feels alight as he gently strokes my breasts with a streak of fire once more.
The blaze dies down, flickering away and we’re left alone in this darkened room.
My hands go up, gripping his biceps and I attack his mouth. I’m on fire on theinside, the heat burning through me, I’m needy, desperate. Wallace seems to understand, sliding his arms under my thighs, lightly lifting me into the air, balancing me carefully so not an inch of my reddened skin touches anything.
My blissful moan is cut off abruptly as he impales me on his cock, one brutal thrust, buried inside me deep, bouncing me up and down, pushingharder 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.
“Oh! Oh, God! You’re thick tonight-”
“Did ye miss my fat cock?” he grunts against my neck. “Missing me split this tight cunny in two?”
“Yes,” I groan.
“Ye take me so well, wrapped around me like hot, wet velvet.”
Wallace is strong, incredibly so, his arms are huge, steely with muscle. The ease with which he bounces me on his cock, as if I weigh nothing, is wildly, painfully arousing. Even though the sting of his cock shoving deeper with each stroke definitely makes itself known, I’m shocked to feel my thighs are slick, making his dick shiny and adding to the sting as his narrow hips slap against me.
My orgasm is right on top of me, swelling, bursting like ripe fruit, wet and soft. Helplessly, I clamp down on Wallace’s cock. He groans, blond head dropping to my shoulder for a moment, trapped inside my desperate spasms.
“I dinnae dare move, my filthy, sweet lass. You’re going to rip my cock off.” When the pulsing slows, he thrusts inside me again, rubbing myclitoris against his pubic bone, enjoying my whimpers as my thighs tighten around his hips. “Do ye think that’s the only time you’ll come tonight,Luaith Bheag? Oh, no. Ye won’t be resting until-”
Wallace’s murky threats stop as he adjusts my thighs higher over his arms and begins thrusting faster than before. “Nae,” he continues, licking a stripe over my reddened collarbone. “I won’t let ye down from my arms or off my cock until you’ve come twice again.”
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 I have. “Come, my singed wee goddess, I feel those red-hot thighs against me. Work them!”
It’s almost as if he startles me into coming again, I shriek and do as he demands, trembling and clutching at his arms to hold myself upright. Without giving me a moment to recover, he bites my shoulder, hard enough to bruise as his thrusts become faster, heartlessly rough inside me as his hips snap back and forth.
“One more. One more and I’ll let ye rest.” It’s a blur- his skin slapping against mine, fucking me in this harsh, greedy way, all I can do is link my hands behind his neck and moan, arching and keening against him mindlessly.
When an especially savage bounce sends him impossibly, cruelly deep, something breaks in me. I throw back my head andwailmy joy, shaking as if this time, my insides had been set on fire, the burn and the sting just as powerful. Feeling me collapse against him, Wallace growls, teeth clenched as he spurts inside me, shoving his cock in over and over, both of us wet and slick.
Yelping as we fall back, I breathlessly giggle as he presses his shaking knees against the wall, trying to hold us there.
When we finally feel like we can stand without falling over, he carefully pulls out, smiling in an annoying male way as his come drips from me, slicking over my thighs and his.
We tidy each other between kisses and careful strokes over sore skin and rest on the red satin-covered bed on the other side of the room. I stare at that platform I willneverforget. Bottles of isopropyl alcohol litter the table next to it, candles still lit and dripping, gloves and all the things he used on me abandoned.
I’m still dazed from this confusing intersection of pain and arousal that only Wallace could make me feel, something so intense that at any other time I would refuse to endure it, I’d be screaming “Fever!” at the top of my lungs.
“Drink, love.” He slips an arm under my shoulders, holding a glass of water for me. There’s a pitcher of it on the table next to us, along with a tray of food and some small jars.
