She rolls her eyes, and I make a mental note to punish her for that with the same candle in my hands. “Leo, sweetheart, I probably jostle them the same amount when I use my favourite vibrator. And so far, they’ve been totally fine.”
I breathe out hard at that hot as fuck mental image, and I drop the candle back in the box. “Right. I’m going to get a box of matches, and you’d better be stark naked by the time I get back in here, or you’ll be very,verysorry.”
Sadie
It’s been such a long time since anyone used hot wax on me. Peter wouldn’t do it; initially it was because it was out of his comfort zone, but eventually it was just yet another thing that made him sneer at me. “Trust you to want something so out-there and perverted,” he’d tut. Fair enough if it wasn’t his thing, but no need to yuck my yum.
I’ve always enjoyed a little walk on the wild side, a sprinkling of kink to liven things up in the bedroom. Rope, floggers, violet wands, clamps, you name it. That little bite ofouchreally cranks things up a notch, makes me more aware of the pleasure by contrast.
And, given the scorching look on his face, I can’t wait to get down and dirty with Leo and these candles. Something tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing with them.
I got naked in record time while he was fetching matches. I’ve been feeling a little unsure of how my body looks when nude in its new shape, like maybe the bump had changed how I looked in a less appealing way, and I was racing to regain my rhythm. I’m only human, after all. But the way Leo starts briefly before making a low, caveman rumble deep in his chest and lunging for me makes it clear that I’ve still got it. It’s heady to be desired this much. Especially by the man who’s actually, as it turns out, the epitome of everything I find sexy in another person, from his inked up, toned arms to his deep, fearless laugh and wicked smile.
He guides me closer to him, one hand on the back of my head, the other on my butt, and kisses me like he’s ravenous. “Christ, woman, you are just…” Words seem to fail him, and he replaces them with more lip on lip, his tongue swiping over mine in a way that has me wet and trembling in anticipation as tingles zap in my core. His hands run over me, greedy to swipe overevery inch of my skin without missing any of it. Everything Leo does, every move he makes, always taps into some key part of me that wants to be unleashed, like I’m a werewolf and Leo’s the full moon.
Speaking of the full moon, he’s wearing entirely too many clothes, and I wanna squeeze that arse of his.
So I yank on his fly, the zip ripping apart, and pull both his jeans and his boxers down together so I can do exactly that. I purr happily; when I say Leo’s butt is fine, I mean it’sdamnfine. Tight and muscular and smooth as a marble statue. “I’m gonna bite this,” I warn him with a glittering grin.
His cock twitches against me. “Ouch,” he murmurs, teasing me, but it’s clear from the flash in his eyes that he likes that idea.
Wow. Maybe I’m not the only one who likes a little hurt with my horny. As an experiment, I dig my nails into his flesh a little harder, and his sharp intake of breath and the way he closes his eyes blissfully tells me everything I need to know.
I feel a rush of affection. He really is my ideal playmate, and he’s been within arm’s reach this entire time.
He grabs my chin and pulls my face close to his, stopping when we’re at kissing distance. Our breath mingles together for a moment, before he leans in and bites my lower lip, hard enough to have me gasping at the sting of his teeth.
Oh, yeah. It is ON.
“Get on your knees,” he whispers, running his thumb over where he bit me.
I catch it with my teeth and bite down hard just under the nail until he grunts. “Sure about that?” I taunt him.
He narrows his eyes, but in seconds the corners of his mouth quirk up. “You don’t scare me, woman.” Very, very gently but insistently, he pushes down on my shoulders, an invitation and an order. “Let me feel that tongue.”
I sink to my knees, slow enough to tease and to make it clear that I’m doing this becauseIwant to, not because he ordered it. I shift my gaze to his cock jutting out mere millimetres from my face, long and girthy and pulsing in the most mouth watering way. I brush my lips over the head, and his abs jump. “This tongue?” I ask, and give the place under the helmet, where his skin is tightest and most sensitive, a quick, flickering lick.
“Oh my god,” he groans, his whole body held rigid as he watches me. When I take him fully in my mouth, he starts panting, and when I start softly scraping my teeth along his shaft, his legs start to shake, and he shouts some nonsense I can’t hear clearly because he’s clutching my hair, blocking my ears. He sounds like he’s having fun, though.
He backs up abruptly, pulling out of my mouth, and I grumble softly in protest. “Stay right there,” he commands, and although it’s on the tip of my tongue to do my usual bratty remark, I obey and stay braced on all fours where he left me. His shaft continues to throb in time with his racing heartbeat, and goosebumps spread over his thighs as he fumbles with the matchbox, strikes a match, and lights the purple candle.
“Want to get some towels first?” I ask. He shakes his head. “Are you sure? It could make a hell of a mess - ”
“Let it. I don’t give a fuck.” His dark, firm tone leaves no room for argument. Giving me a look that sends a quiver directly to my aching core, he comes back to me, the lit candle in one hand, his erection in the other. “Open,” he orders me, guiding the tip of his cock to my mouth and easing back inside.
I’m trying to stay one hundred percent focused on tormenting him, and pushing him far too close to the edge for his comfort, but it’s hard to concentrate when you know there’s a candle burning above you, and you could feel the wonderful, sensuous burn of the wax drizzling on you any…second…
Now.
I sense his arm moving above me, and then the intense, focused heat of the melted wax running over my back, burning and then starting to cool in mere seconds. The anticipation is the hard part; the burn is delicious. I gasp around him, relishing the contrasting sensations, and he lets out a rumble of approval. “My girl likes that.”
Before I can reply, he tugs on my wrist and guides me to my feet. I feel a slow trickle down my spine that stops in the blink of an eye as the wax dries. “Get into the bedroom.” I lift an eyebrow. “We have two other colours to play with, and I have an idea,” he says.
By the time I get there, he has all three candles lit, all in his grasp. “Lie down on the bed. Hold onto the headboard. And point your feet towards the bottom corners, one each.”
The silky tone of his voice promises a world of pleasure if I agree, and a delay if I don’t. So I smile and, like a good girl, do exactly what I’m told without challenging him.
His eyes run appreciatively over my body, stretched and on display for him. It feels different to have a shallow slope of a belly where normally I’d be concave when stretched in this position, but I still can’t help feeling like the most wanton sex goddess on the planet under his gaze. I see no disappointment or tolerance in his eyes, no distaste. Just pure lust.
