FOUR
The most dangerous place a person can be is alone with his thoughts.
Zerrin read that quote somewhere, a long time ago when she was doing her thesis. She’d remembered how she felt when she was studying, up at all hours of the night; writing and rewriting her paper just to make sure the thoughts in her head sounded the same on paper. Now once again, she was alone in her solitude, dissecting her thoughts.
What was He doing?
What was He going to do?
Was it going to hurt?
Did she want it to hurt?
Shh... tesero, shh...
It was going to be a different night. Her Master promised her a special night because of the holiday and she wondered what He had in mind. They went out to dinner at a very nice restaurant, followed by a stroll down Santa Monica pier, where they studied the stars and talked about everything under the moon. The driver dropped them off back at their hotel and upon entering the hotel, Nick blindfolded Zerrin and led her back to their hotel room. He then told Zerrin assume the position, awaiting his further instruction.
There Zerrin was, kneeling on the floor with her eyes downcast. Her hands were behind her back as she awaited His instruction. She used the quiet time to calm her mind and prepared herself for that evening’s play scene.
It was quiet. Too quiet. She could hear her thoughts, screaming at her and feverishly tried to silence each of them one by one.
It was deathly quiet. She could hear the leaky faucet in the hotel room, and the soft buzz of the air conditioner through the vents, making her cold nipples hard.
It was eerily quiet. If it wasn’t for the fact she could occasionally hear Him grunt and curse under His breath as He finished His work, she wouldn’t know He was in the room.
“You may remove the blindfold, tesero.” Nick instructed.
Zerrin removed the blindfold and was stunned by what she saw. Candles were lit everywhere and soft R&B music played in the background. Zerrin looked around the room for a short while before her eyes landed on the stripped down king bed with restraints at the head and foot.
It was completely covered in saran wrap. She was going to have a talk with Tony when they got back to New York.
Her attention turned to the end tables, which had several metallic pots and burners. Zerrin bit back her fear as she wondered what was in the pots. It was clearly something she had never done before and while she considered herself adventurous and willing to try most things, a part of her was quite apprehensive about a few things.
Fear of the unknown.
Nick had always surprised her when it came to the play scenes, though there were times Zerrin did wonder what in the blue hell he was thinking. This was one of those times.
Her eyes searched for Nick and found him in the corner, sitting in a chair and watching her. His blue eyes sparkled like the ocean and a slow smile formed on his lips, confident in his ability to surprise her.
“May I speak, Sir?” Zerrin asked.
“You may,” Nick nodded.
“What is this?”
“You mentioned a long while ago how you wanted to try wax play.” Nick got up from his chair and stood directly in front of Zerrin, his crotch at eye level with her. “I’m here to fulfill your fantasy.”
“You’re going to paint me, Sir?” Zerrin smiled.
“Like the beautiful canvas that you are,” Nick held out a hand and Zerrin grabbed it, steadying herself. He led her to the different burners and Zerrin saw the wax boiling and bubbling inside the pots.
She could blame mainstream society and all of those soft-core pornos she had seen on late-night Cinemax, convincing everyone that hot wax was taboo and kinky. The couple would ooh and ahh as they poured wax on each other and the woman always arched her back and pursed her lips as if the hot wax dripping down on her lulu was the greatest thing ever.
Maybe she was a little apprehensive; the wax looked hot and she was afraid the pain might be too much to bear. She then remembered Nick would never intentionally hurt her unless it was something she’d specifically asked.
“Undress,” Nick ordered.
Zerrin stepped back and Nick sat in a chair across from her, studying her movements. She began to undress herself following the protocol her Master set for her. She slowly undid her blouse and carefully folded it before placing it on the chair next to her. Then she undid her skirt and pulled it down her hips until it pooled at her feet. She carefully folded that and placed it under the blouse.
She turned around and bent over, pulling her thong down her ass before she stepped out of it. A sensual smile formed on her face as she did the movement, knowing that it was His favorite and He loved how it showcased her ass for Him. She then turned around and removed her bra, exposing her hardened dark cherry nipples in the air-conditioned room.
“Get on the bed. Face down.” Nick ordered and Zerrin complied, lying down in the middle of the bed. She felt her arms being bound to the ends of the headboard, with her ankles having the same movement.
“Can you move?” Nick asked.
Zerrin attempted to move and found that she was stuck, exactly how Nick wanted. “No, Sir.”
“Good.” Nick removed his shirt. He walked over to the pots and stirred the melted candles. He glanced over to Zerrin and saw her looking back at Him. Her eyes were searching His for an explanation or some type of reassurance of what was to come.
He simply smiled at her.
****
Zerrin could breathe a bit easier when she saw her Master’s smile. His eyes were full of confidence and trust, telling her that not only should she trust what He was going to do to her, but that she was going to enjoy every minute of it.
All of it.
Beg for more of it.
She closed her eyes and relaxed her body, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. She was soon at ease and took deep breaths.
“Before I forget,” Nick slipped a blindfold over Zerrin’s eyes, “much better.”
Total darkness. Zerrin wouldn’t be able to see a thing of what Nick was doing. She would only be able to feel and experience.
It was the ultimate in sensory deprivation—completely bound to the bed and blindfolded. She’d been partially bound to the bed or blindfolded, but never both. Familiar warmth formed between her thighs at the thought of what Nick was going to do to her. Soon, she was wet with anticipation and anxious to experience the unknown.
Her mind was racing... what was He going to do to her? Was she going to enjoy it? Was it going to be painful? Was it going to feel wonderful? Would she...
Smack! Zerrin’s mind went blank upon feeling the crash of Nick’s hand against her ass. Her body stilled as the pain touched on all of her senses. She immediately felt a sharp pain to her right cheek but just like in the past, she enjoyed it.
“Just want to make sure you knew I was still in the room.” Nick commented.
“Yes, Master,” Zerrin moaned.
Nick applied a salve on her ass and Zerrin squirmed underneath him upon the movement. “To take the edge off. Be still,” He ordered and Zerrin immediately stopped moving. “Good girl.” He got up from the bed and dug through his suitcase for a special surprise. Once he had it, he went back to his wife.
He placed the rabbit toy underneath his wife’s * and turned it on. A shriek escaped Zerrin’s lips as she felt the soft buzz on her. Nick studied her reaction and turned the power higher on the toy, not at the full power but high enough to see how long she would be able to hold out.
Zerrin buckled and squirmed against the toy, almost trying to escape from it but not wanting the pleasure to stop. She panted and moaned, her fists clenching into tight balls and her feet curled up. She was close, so close to an orgasm but she knew the protocol. If she came before she was allowed to, there was going to be painful repercussions. She had to start the tedious and torturous process of asking for her orgasm. “Master, can I please come?”
“No.”
No? No? Zerrin whimpered and buried her head in the pillow. He was testing her willpower and obedience. But her body was betraying her and she felt the coils of an orgasm forming. It started at her feet before it moved past her thighs and pooled in her tummy. It was only a matter of time...
“Master, can I please come?” Zerrin begged, her voice a cross between pleading and crying.
“You may,” Nick granted and Zerrin climaxed before he was able to get the rest of the sentence out. She bucked against the restraints and finally collapsed. Her breathing was labored and she struggled to find her voice; small grunts and moans coming out in sputtered tones.
Nick sat back on his heels and smiled. Nothing pleased him more than to see his wife floating somewhere in subspace before he brought her back down to reality. After a few moments, he got up from the bed and went to the pots with the melted candles. He dipped a finger in one of the pots and pressed it against his inner arm. It was perfect. Not too hot but warm enough that Zerrin would definitely feel it.
“Use your safeword when it hurts,” was all he instructed.