Page 30 of His Captive Pet

“This isn’t going to be pleasant, so feel free to scream.” He patted the strip of paper over the wax until it was ready to be pulled. Fast yank and she’d have a moment of pain, but she hadn’t listened. And this was a lesson.

And lessons weren’t easily learned.

“Argh!” She tightened and yelled as he slowly began to pull the paper strip back, taking with it any hair the wax had grabbed onto. His dick twitched at the guttural sound of her discomfort.

“That’s one.” He winked down at her. Tears filled her eyes, and she squeezed them shut, letting a few of the droplets slip down her cheeks.

Blake applied more wax, another strip.

“Ready, sweetheart?” He pulled upward on the edge, and her toes curled in the restraints.

“No. Don’t,” she whispered but he had already begun.

She cried out, arching herself and trying to move away as he inch by inch pried the paper from her body, more hair being pulled out from the follicles. The wood of the bed frame creaked as she pulled away from it, trying to tear her arms free of the restraints. The bed had been constructed for just this sort of pressure, but she didn’t know that.

He continued, strip by strip, removing every bit of hair from her pussy. Tears streaked down her face, and her breasts heaved with each new pull of the wax, but he pushed forward. When he got to her labia, he rested his hand against her pussy. With all the struggling and crying, he thought maybe she wasn’t getting wet for him, maybe she just saw it as torture. But her body didn’t lie; he pried apart her lips with his fingers and the glistening there told him everything he needed to know.

With the tip of his middle finger, he pressed down on her swollen clit and rolled it around.

A gasp of pleasure escaped her.

“There. See, it’s almost over, and look how hard your little clit is for me.” He slid his finger down through her folds and slipped into her heated entrance. Her pussy clenched around his finger and he stroked her slowly. “Ah, there’s my good girl.” He leaned down, hovering right over her face. “I knew you were in there. My little slut.”

She shook her head but words didn’t evolve.

“No lying now, Aubree. I can either make you come, or I can let you dangle in the wind.” He slipped a second finger into her, and she arched her hips upward. He licked his lips. Any woman giving in to her submissive side could be beautiful; Aubree completely captivated him. “You just have two more strips to go, and if you’re good for me, if you beg me, I’ll make them fast. I won’t let it hurt so much.”

“Please.” She lifted her head, bringing herself closer to him. “Please,” she whispered. If she could see the desire and the purity of herself at that moment, he wondered if she’d fight him so hard.

“Please what, sweetheart? Please make you come? Or make it hurt more?” He slowed his thrusts with his fingers, curling his middle finger and pressing upward.

Her eyes rolled, and she mewled louder. She teetered so fucking close; a few more strokes and she’d be screaming to the rafters with her orgasm.

“Blake… fuck… please… oh… god… please.” When her lids opened, he saw the raw desire burning. She may not enjoy begging, but she loved being made to.

“Here’s the first.” He kept his thrusts rhythmic and gripped the edge of the paper on the right side of her pussy. In one quick upward motion the strip peeled away, his thumb pressed harder down on her clit, and the scream the motion elicited was one mixed with pain and arousal. His fingers became coated in her juices, and he grabbed the edge of the last strip.

“Do you think you’re going to come for me? Can you come like a good girl?” He fucked her harder with his fingers, making sure to rub the sensitive flesh with his fingertips. She clenched around him.

“Please.” She raised her hips off the bed, taking him in deeper.

He leaned over her, running his tongue along the newly waxed flesh until he came to her clit. He toyed with it at first, a little nip, a flick of his tongue, and only when her pleas turned into a deep growl of need did he suckle her clit into his mouth and thrust his fingers harder into her, taking her orgasm from her.

Her pussy clenched his fingers tightly. Juices ran over his hand, but he didn’t relent. He sucked harder on her clit, and just when she seemed ready to start coming back down from her high, he ripped the last bit of paper from her. Tonguing her clit while she screamed out from the waxing, crying out from her orgasm, and whimpering from the knowledge she’d given over to him—she’d come all over his fingers, and she’d begged for it.

Licking her clit with a new gentleness, he slipped his fingers from her. A heavy sigh escaped her, the muscles of her thighs easing, and he leaned up to look at her.

Tears stained her cheeks. His dick shouldn’t respond so quickly to it, but there it was ready to explode in his pants. He’d made her cry, he’d made her beg, and he’d made her come.

He shoved his fingers, still coated with her cunt juice, past her lips. Not needing any more direction from him, her lips wrapped around him and her tongue cleaned him.

“See how easy it is when you behave?” He pulled his hand free and tapped her freshly waxed mound with it.

She turned her face away from him, shame and anger mixed in her features. He could see the anger was aimed at herself, not him. The shame kept her from looking at him. Shame, because she had given in.

He almost felt sorry for her because he wasn’t finished with her. Giving him an orgasm wasn’t even near the starting line of things he would take from her.

A sniffle caught him off guard.

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