“Yes, Sir.”
“Close your eyes and try to relax.” I do as I’m told and feel him crawl up the bed until he’s between my legs. “I love you like this, Nat.”
“Like what, Sir?”
“Open and willing to try anything.”
“Anything once, twice if we like it.”
“That’s right. I want you to like it all so you’ll want to do it again.” He bends over me, kissing my belly and letting his soft stubble rub against the sensitive skin there. “Are you still sore from the other night?”
“No, Sir.”
“So anal is on our twice-if-we-like-it list?”
I lick my lips, which have suddenly gone dry. “Mmm, yes, Sir.”
“That’s good to know.” His mouth is now pressing into me above my pubic bone, making me want to arch into him. “Stay still, sweetheart. Nice and still.”
With my eyes closed, I can’t see where he’s going to kiss me next, which keeps me hovering on the edge of release, wondering if I could come from anticipation alone. I want to rub my legs together to ease the ache, but I’m not allowed to move.
I feel his stubble against the underside of my breast. “What are you thinking about?”
“How I could come, and you’ve barely touched me, Sir.”
“That’s all part of it, the waiting, the thinking, the expectation… It’s as much about the mental and the emotional as it is about the physical. You’re beginning to understand the connections.”
“Yes,” I say, gasping when his lips close around my nipple.
He sucks and tugs the way he did in the pool, focusing all his attention on that one turgid bit of skin until I wish I could pull his hair to make him stop. My hands roll into fists and my fingernails dig into my palms. I’m thinking about the word Fluff when my nipple pops free of his mouth. He soothes it with soft strokes of his tongue, over and over again, until I begin to float on a sea of pleasure that is abruptly interrupted by the fierce, stinging pain of the clamp.
It hurts. Holy shit, it hurts. A scream surges from my belly and gurgles in my throat before busting loose in one long stream of sound.
“Easy, sweetheart.” As he speaks, he strokes between my legs, pressing against my clit and giving me something to think about other than the pain. “It only stings for a minute. Take a deep breath. That’s it. Now another.” He kisses circles around the place where the clamp bites into my flesh. The initial blast of raw pain has subsided into a not-unpleasant thrum of sensation that comes in waves from my nipple and travels straight to my clit. “What’s your safe word, Nat?”
“F-Fluff.”
“Do you need it?”
Only because I’m determined to try everything once, I shake my head.
He moves to the other side, and because I know what’s coming this time, I’m seized with tension. “Keep breathing, sweetheart. Lots of breath.” He kisses and teases my other nipple until it too is standing at attention. As if it’s not attached to me, I want to warn it about what’s coming. I want to tell it to take cover. It pops free of his mouth, and again he provides comfort with soft, caressing strokes of his tongue. But I’m wise to him this time. I don’t let down my guard, so I’m better prepared for the searing pain of the second clamp.
However, I’m not able to contain the scream or the thrashing need to move away from the pain.
His hands on my hips keep me in place.
When I feel his lips on my face, I realize tears are spilling down my cheeks, and he’s kissing them away. Time seems to stand still. I have no idea if we’ve been here an hour or a day. My entire world has been reduced to the compressed tips of my breasts. I tremble violently from the painful pleasure that radiates from my clamped nipples, making the rest of me feel tight and liquid and hot, so very, very hot.
He’s kissing my neck, his hard cock is pressed tight against my belly, and I’m desperately afraid his chest will brush against my abused nipples. “Ready for more, sweetheart?”
Though I’m not sure I can take any more, I bite my lip and nod.
“Words, Nat. I need the words.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, sounding breathless even to my own ears. “I’m ready for more.”
“Keep your eyes closed and remain still. I need your promise that you won’t move.”
“I won’t move.”
“No matter what?”
“No matter what.”
And just that quickly he has brought me back once again to the edge of sanity. I hear him blowing on something, and then smell the candle being extinguished. I’m so aroused and anxious, I can barely get air to my lungs, but I do as he wishes and keep my eyes shut and my body still.
Until the first splash of hot wax connects with my belly.
The sound that comes from me is a combination moan and a groan. It doesn’t hurt so much as sting, the heat radiating from the spot where the wax landed. A second splash lands on my left breast, the next one on my right breast. He leaves a trail of wax down the front of me, saving the last heated blast for my bare mound.
“Talk to me, Nat. Tell me how it feels.”
“It… I… Hot. I-it’s hot.”
“Not too hot?”