“One.”
I crack the belt again.
“Two.”
I lay another smack, one on each cheek and rub the area to spread the warm burn across her skin.
I crack the belt several more times, and the metal loops are leaving rings. It’s like I’ve branded her. It’s making me feral with desire.
“You are taking this so well for me. You’re such a good girl when you want to be, you know that? I’m so proud of you. Can you take a little more?”
“Yes, Master.”
I grab her chin from behind and tilt her head to look at me. “In here, I am your god. You’ll call me Daddy.” I kiss her lips then toss her back around, rewarding her with more lashes.
Her little gasps and soft moans as she takes it all for me have my cock throbbing. My balls are getting heavy. I adjust myself.
“Now say, Forgive me, Daddy.’”
“Forgive me, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
I reward her with another lash. The way her voice travels straight from my ears to my cock has me straining.
I stand back and admire her perfectly pink cheeks. “You look so sexy this way. When you wear your pain just for me to see.”
She tilts her chin up to the ceiling, drinking in my praise like a life source.
“As satisfied as I am, I’m not yet satiated. I crave more.”
“M-More?”
It’s so cute when she stutters. Her fear only turns me on.
I grab a candle from the altar. Now, standing directly behind Jay, I smile sinisterly, thinking about all the dirty things I’m going to do to her. I run my hand over the flame and savor all the ways I’m going to ensure that we burn.
I hover over her neck, shoulder, back and bottom, allowing the flame to get close enough, so she can feel the heat against her skin. Her breathing and heart rate pick up, but she doesn’t shy away from what’s coming. Her trust in me is delicious, and her dark cravings are just as sweet.
With no rejection of my tease, I continue to the main course. I tilt my wrist, letting the first bit of red wax drip down the center of her back.
“Ah,” she hisses.
Not even a second later, she moans as the wax changes from hot to warm. At the sound of her approval, I drip more down herback, letting it streak. One drips down farther than the other, stopping right above where her thong would show. And my mind reels.
Her backside sticks out as I drip wax onto the small of her back, letting it run down her crack onto her pussy.
“Oh!” Jay cries out, arching her back farther.
“Greedy little thing you are. You want more?”
“Mhm.”
“That’s not how you get what you want. You know how to ask me properly...”
She swallows, but her plea comes in a breathy pant, “Please, Daddy. Please give me more. I want you to hurt me.”
“Mmm, good girl. Happy to oblige.”
