Tammy’s eyes dart to me, fear widens her pupils; as she follows my every move, while I lock her flesh in. When I’m done with her face, it has a clear sheen, as if I have plasticized her like meat pressed tight under clear film. I graze the wax with my fingertips, the surface smooth and peculiarly soft against my pads.
I put the candle aside and light the next one. With a pair of scissors, I begin to tear her clothes with the sharp edge; at least her top needs to go. I have something else in mind for that, an authentic blouse I got at an antique store. I know I will be thrilled about the final result, and in my enthusiasm, I accidentally cut into her left breast.
Her flesh parts, showing the yellow, fatty tissue and blood, begins to swell. Annoyed, I wipe at it, smearing it all over her skin. Frustrated with my own action, I spin on my heel and walk away to find a roll of kitchen towels. Jasper asks if he can help me, but I dismiss him. Icando this. With a grin, he leans back in his chair, continuing to take in everything I do.
With rough wipes, I try to stop the blood from spilling, and when she’s clean enough, I press part of the soaked paper into her wound to prevent further bleeding. She lets out a gurgling sound, as if she’s choking. Pinned to the spot, I watch her, but when I see her throat move as she swallows, I calm down a little. Her upper body is bare, and her chest moves up and down erratically. I decide to burn the wound closed first and pick up the candle once more. Wax pours over her tit. Tears well in her eyes, but due to the hardened layer on her face, the salty water can not leave, and she creates her own ocean of sadness.
I repeat the smoothing of the wax, my hand curving over her breasts. For some reason, I find it erotic to know I am sealing her body and submitting her to my will.Forced submission.My doll is to be used as I please. My prop for creating the ultimate death photography, while she’s still breathing. I hear Jasper’s clothes rustling as he stands up, and I listen to his footsteps approaching. My heart begins to pound louder at his close proximity, and I curve my body against his. My hands glide over her stomach, spreading the wax, and Jasper plants soft kisses on my shoulder, watching my every move.
His hands drift to my hips, and he hooks his fingers into the hem of my jeans, unable to pull them down. His fingers travel to the front. I slightly tremble in anticipation of what he’s going to do. I barely breathe as he unbuttons my jeans and zips them down. His hands are back on my hips, and he peels the fabric down.
“Step out of them,” he orders, and I obey immediately, stepping out of my jeans.
Next is my thong, and my breathing turns ragged. Teasingly, he swipes his finger between my folds, a glistening residue on the tip. He licks it clean, and my breath locks in my chest, completely forgetting what I am doing. Wax drips on my living sculpture as I let it tilt, my gaze fixated on Jasper.
“Focus, Darling.”
When I see what I’m doing, ruining my doll, I mutter a swear and begin to smooth the surface. He sinks to his knees and gets between my thighs.
“Sit down,” he says with a raspy voice.
I look down, and he grins at me.
“Your seat awaits.”
He picks up my legs and positions them on his shoulders, a reversed piggyback as I straddle his face. His mouth covers my vagina, and when his tongue flicks against my clitoris, I let out a gasp. I wriggle, but he tightens his hold on me.
“Get to work, Starling, while I eat you out,” he growls, and my stomach flutters at the words.
With shaky hands, I rub my fingers over the body in front of me, as his tongue teases my entrance. He groans and enters me, pumping in and out of me. I whimper at the sensation, dripping the wax over her shoulders. The blisters that appear all over her skin don’t faze me, as I pour the heated substance all over them. Tammy makes unintelligible noises, completely lost in her head. I’m sure she is retreating to a safe space within her mind, sealing herself off from the pain inflicted. The wax must pull at her skin.
I try to lean over so I can work on her shoulders and neck, but I can’t reach them. Jasper’s tongue takes over my mind, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth, I unravel, my toes curling in delight, as I ride this wave of pleasure. I grind on his face, drowning him in my arousal, but I don’t care. Splatters of wax drip on Tammy’s legs as I spasm.
Carefully, he helps me back to the ground, and while I stand on wobbly legs, he gestures to Tammy.
“Keep going, Starling,” he grins. His face is covered in my juices, and I suddenly feel embarrassed. As if he can sense it, he grabs my hips, spins me, and pushes me down, my face close toTammy’s. He presses my ass against the bulge that’s straining in his cargo pants.
“Don’t you dare feel shy now, all of a sudden. I can eat you for hours, and I’ll never tire of your taste, understand?”
I nod.
“Words, Darling.”
“I-I understand,” I murmur.
“Good girl,” he praises, and I try to clench my thighs, but he quickly positions his leg between mine.
“I’m not done yet.”
He fingers my hair and pulls me up, curving my back. He undoes his pants, and within seconds, his tip, dripping with precum, presses against my entrance. I breathe heavier, waiting for what’s to come. Thankfully, he doesn’t let me wait long, as he presses his cock inside me, and I let out a loud moan.
With his fingers bruising my hips, he starts thrusting into me, sliding into me with ease, my cunt a slippery mess after what he has done to me.
I relish the feeling of him stretching me, and my pussy clamping down on his cock.
“Work, Starling,” he snarls.
Having a hard time focusing, I move the candle across Tammy’s collarbone while Jasper pounds into me from behind. The slaps of our skin and my whimpers are the only sounds in the room. I watch as Tammy turns into a plastic doll, her breathing barely there. I don’t know why I find it hot; perhaps it’s her yielding to me, the way I managed to crush her will so easily.
