“You like that, don’t you?” I growl, pressing the dildo against her front wall and holding it there while I dribble hot wax in a circle around her left nipple. “You like feeling owned and used and worshipped all at once.”
“Yes,” she gasps, the word breaking on a moan. “With you. I love everything with you.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“More wax,” she begs immediately. “Directly on my nipples—”
I cut her off by giving her exactly what she wants, tilting the candle so three large drops land directly on her right nipple.
Her reaction is instant and violent; back arches off the table, thighs tremble, a scream tears from her throat that’s almost inhuman in its intensity.
“Again,” she demands with a cry. “Do it again.”
I repeat the process on her left nipple, simultaneously driving the dildo harder into her clenching pussy. She’s close again, her inner walls fluttering around the frozen toy, breath coming in ragged gasps.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my own voice rough with desire. “Come for me again, Little Thief.”
Her second orgasm hits her like a freight train, her entire body convulsing, muscles straining against the leather cuffs. She’s fucking beautiful like this—wild, uninhibited, completely surrendered to the pleasure-pain I’m giving her.
“Don’t stop,” she begs before she’s even finished coming, her hips still grinding against the toy. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
“Greedy little thing,” I chuckle, but I don’t stop. Instead, I increase the pace, fucking her harder with the dildo while dripping more wax along her collarbone, across the tops of her breasts.
“Yes,” she hisses, head thrown back, throat exposed. “I’m greedy for you. Always. I want everything you can give me.”
I lean closer, my lips brushing her ear. “And what if I want to give you my cock? Want to replace this toy with the real thing? Want to fuck this tight little cunt while I paint your skin with burning wax?”
“Please,” she whimpers, the sound so desperate it makes my cock throb painfully. “Please, I want to feel you stretching me, filling me, using me.”
“Such a filthy mouth,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe. “But you beg so prettily.”
I trace the dildo up to circle her clit, pressing the freezing tip against the swollen bundle of nerves. She cries out, hips jerking violently.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand, flicking the dildo back and forth across her clit while hovering the candle dangerously close to her breast.
“I’m yours,” she gasps immediately. “All yours, only yours, forever fucking yours.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Matteo. I love you so much it terrifies me. I love you more than anything—”
The third orgasm takes her by surprise, triggered by the combination of my words and the pressure on her clit. She screams my name, over and over, her voice breaking as pleasure rips through her, leaving her trembling and incoherent.
I set down the candle and the toy, my hands moving quickly to release her ankles first, then her wrists. She’s limp, completely spent, but her hands immediately reach for me once they’re free.
“Need you,” she slurs, fingers grasping at my shoulders, trying to pull me closer. “Need your cock in me. Please.”
Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, pupils blown so wide the brown is just a thin ring around bottomless black. Her makeup is smeared from sweat and tears. Fucking perfect.
“Turn over,” I command, helping her roll onto her stomach. “Ass up.”
She complies with clumsy eagerness, positioning herself on all fours, back arched to present her perfect ass to me.
I grab her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. She’s so wet that my cock slides in with almost no resistance, despite its size and the metal piercing. We groan in unison as I bottom out, the tight heat of her pussy gripping me like a vise.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I growl, grinding deeper. “So tight, so perfect for me.”
“Yes,” she moans, pushing back against me, taking me impossibly deeper.
