Page 57 of Wanted
“Still green?” he asked.
She nodded.
“All right, let’s get down to business.”
Her heart fluttered as she watched him draw a jagged bolt of lightning down her stomach, and set it aflame. Her stomach was more sensitive than her breasts, the heat stung even after he’d brushed it out, although only as badly as the snap of a rubber band.
He drew the straight line of an arrow pointing unerring down to her mons and her back arched as the heat got stronger when he set it on fire, not once, but three times. He brushed out each new flame before lighting her up again, drawing squiggles down her thighs, setting the tops of each foot briefly on fire, and then returning to her chest to do the same for each breast. Turning, he extinguished the burning baton and dropped them both on the small table, then selected the newly chilled dildo once more.
She groaned as he let the excess water drip onto her breasts and belly. The shock of cold where she had just been so warm was a hell in and of itself. It felt beautiful, especially in the places he’d set on fire more than once, leaving her skin as sensitive as if she’d been mildly sunburned.
“Spread your legs.”
She hadn’t realized she’d pulled them closed. Knowing how cold it was going to be, she grabbed the table with both hands and obeyed.
“Ah!” If anything, it was even colder than before. She felt fuller too, stretched to accept not a slow penetrating thrust, but motions that were harder now. Deeper and more demanding. Conquering. Claiming her pussy with a cock that felt more like an icicle.
“No!”
Except no wasn’t what she meant at all.
“Color?” he demanded.
“Green!”
He spanked her mons, punishing her tender clit, and fucked her harder.
“Noo-oo!” She covered her traitorous mouth with both hands, but he spread her folds with his fingers and bent, capturing her clit in the overwhelming heat of his mouth. “God!”
He devoured her, lashing and licking without mercy, nibbling with his lips and even gently his teeth. He had her on the verge of wildness. She nearly climbed the length of the table before he pinned her down. Hooking the bases of both dildoes, he held them the same way he’d done the batons and fucked her with both at once.
He wouldn’t tell her to come, but oh how she wanted him to. She wanted to yield that control and gift him with the impending result.
“Please!” she wailed.
He stopped, slapping her pussy and rubbing hard before taking his hand away. “On your belly. Don’t lose the dildoes.”
That was easier said than done. She was so wet now and her pussy was clenching rhythmically, needing the orgasm he’d just denied her.She’d also squirmed so far up the table that her head was almost hanging off it. She tried to scoot down, but he stopped her. He picked up the flash cotton and the feather soft brush of it trailed down her back. He lay two paths over the summits of both ass cheeks, all the way down onto the backs of her thighs to the infamous sit spots.
“Don’t move,” he told her. “No matter what, don’t move. It’s going to be intense. Can you handle it?”
She nodded.
“Are you ready?”
She nodded again, but everything was concentrated on the hard cold cocks inside her and her desperation for him to start fucking her again. Right up until he came around to the head of the table and unbuckled his pants.
“Open,” he ordered.
She lunged the instant his cock came into view. His grip on her hair was the cake, but his cum would be the icing and she swallowed as much of him as she could get into her mouth.
Could she drive him as crazy as he’d made her? She didn’t know, but she was determined to find out. Only he was almost too much. He hit the back of her throat, tripping gag reflexes she’d thought she’d tamed a long time ago. He didn’t withdraw, but cupped the back of her head, steadily choking her until the tears were pouring down her face and the lack of air made stars burst in her eyes.He pulled out, letting her suck and gasp for air, before forcing his way back into her mouth and starting all over again.
She was not in control. Not even just a little, and her pussy loved it.
She never saw it when he picked up the candle, but she heard the sizzling flash of ignition and felt the searing heat suddenly race down her back, ignite on her ass, and snap across the backs of her tender thighs with all the focused intensity of a cane strike.
She’d have shouted if not for his cock in her throat. She’d have jumped up too, but his hand on the back of her head held her down.
