“I hear cum burns the eyes,” I say. “Let me help with that.” I take the napkin off the table and wipe both of her eyes roughly, wiping some of it away but not all of it off. “Now look at me.”
Her eyes flutter open, and they land on mine. They’re red, irritated. I reach up, grip her chin, and squeeze, forcing a whimper out of her lips. “Leave them open,” I order, then wipe what little cum covers her nose to clean the area. I need it dry for this to work. Lifting the metal clamp, I place it over her now clean nose, blocking her air.
Her lips part, sucking in a breath. “Tyson,” she cries. “I’m sorry.”
“You will be,” I tell her, and she sobs, fighting the restraints.
I shove two fingers into her mouth, moving them around, and she sticks her tongue out. “I’m going to fucking remind you who I am, Lake.” I’ve been soft on her. Taking it easy, forgetting why I married her in the first place—to make her my slut.
She gags when my fingers reach the back of her throat, her body jerking.
I stand up and grab one of the candles out of its holder and then lean back down. I slide it in her mouth, and her eyes widen as I hold it in place. It’s not quite at the back of her throat, but it’s close. “Bite down,” I order. “Gently.”
She closes her teeth around it, spreading her lips wide open in order to breathe around it since I took away her ability to breathe through her nose. “Do not bite through this candle, Lake. Or I will punish you.”
She whimpers, tears forming in her eyes.
I stand and grab another candle that hasn’t been lit yet. I run it along her cheek, picking up the excess cum, coating the end of the candle, then walk behind her. I hold it in one hand while the other goes to her pussy, running my fingers over it. She moans, and I easily slide two into her cunt. “Look how wet my little whore is. Did sucking my cock get you all worked up, darling?”
She whimpers, and I remove them before opening her wide and running the cum-covered candle over her wet cunt. Then I very slowly push it a couple of inches inside her. “Don’t let that fall,” I order and watch her thighs tighten, knowing she’s holding it in place.
She’ll remember this lesson for days to come. I’m going to make sure she’s sore as fuck. Every muscle clenched and well aware of her punishment.
I undo my belt from around my slacks and yank it free of the loops. I fold it over and slap it across her ass, making sure to avoid hitting the candle sticking out of her pussy.
Her body tenses, and a cry fills the room. I do it again in the same spot watching the red mark cover her flawless skin. I do it again, lower this time across her thighs.
She’s sobbing around the candle now, and I drop the belt to the table next to her and pick up another candle that is lit.
“I love that you brought home the candles from our wedding,” I inform her. “We can put them to good use,” I say even though I know her mother sent them with her stuff. Bringing it to hover over her ass, I tilt it, allowing the wax to drip where I just smacked her. Letting it burn her already irritated skin.
She screams, legs jerking.
I tilt it again and let it drip over the other cheek.
She’s shaking, her cries filling the room, and I lower the lit candle under the one inside her pussy, lighting it.
I plop down in the chair and watch her body shake, watching the flame grow higher. It will start dripping down her legs and onto her skin. It’s going to burn like a bitch. They make candles for this specific reason—wax play. But that’s not what this is about. It’s supposed to teach her a lesson.
LAIKYN
I taste the wax from the candle in my mouth, my teeth leaving bite marks in it. I try to concentrate on not biting through it like he said, but it’s so hard not to. My ass is on fire from his belt, and my pussy is clenched as tight as I can, trying not to drop the candle. It’s lit. I can feel the heat. I’d rather not burn my legs if I drop it.
I told him I was sorry, and he said I would be. I should have never thought I’d get away with what I did. It’s not like I was going to run away. I have nowhere to go. It was just to show him that I could be a dick too. Guess he’s proving me wrong.
My neck is pulled back at an odd angle by my hair, I have a headache, and my shoulders are screaming from how tight my arms are secured behind my back.
Blinking, I see him come to stand in front of me with a knife in his right hand. He leans down, eye level with me, and he holds the tip to my cheek. Drool slips out of the corner of my lips from how I have to hold my mouth open.
He slides the blade down the side of my face ever so gently. I feel the sharp edge cutting away his cum from earlier. “I wish you could see how pretty you look with my cum covering your face while you cry.”
I hate that he tells me I’m pretty when I know I look the worst. It makes me feel special. Something that I know I’m not.
I cry out when I feel the first drip of wax from the candle that is in my pussy fall onto my thigh. My legs shake.
Standing, he walks out of sight, and my pussy clenches when he pulls on the candle inside me, trying to hold it in so it doesn’t fall and burn my leg. But when I realize he’s removing it, I relax a little.
The tip of his cock pushing against my cunt makes me whimper. His hand slaps my ass that is already on fire from his belt, and my body jerks, fighting the restraints.
