Page 28 of Rediscovering Rubi

“That’s not a safe word, darlin’. Do you need to safeword?”

“No. Oh, no.”

“Good,” he said before he gathered her whole tit in his hand and poured more wax onto it.

A lot of wax, she realized, as her skin tingled and burned. But she loved the sensation, loved the pain. He did it once more, layering the heated wax on top of the still-hot wax he’d spilled onto her skin a moment ago, and it layered the heat.

“Unh!”

“Give me your color, baby,” he demanded.

“Still green. It hurts, but… green,” she answered, panting.

He took her other breast roughly in his free hand, teasing her nipple until it was stiff, then pinching it hard a few times, hard enough that she arched up off the table.

“Ohhh!”

“Yes, babygirl. You’re doing so well. Take a breath. Yes. Now blow it out.”

As she did as he instructed, he spilled the melted wax onto her breast, right over the already sore nipple, making her call out.

“Oh, fuck!”

He let out a low, amused chuckle before checking in with her again. “Do you need to safeword, baby?”

“No,” she panted. “No, Sir. Green.”

This time he pressed his palm flat against her stomach, and she waited, wondering where he’d pour the wax this time. She took in a breath, blew it out, then drew in another, but he was making her wait, making her wonder, and she had to smile to herself at that little bit of mindfuck.

Finally, one small droplet of wax landed on her stomach, and her muscles clenched for a moment, anticipating more. But instead of the wax, he slid one finger into her wet, aching pussy.

“Oh, God!”

He added another finger, then a third, and began to fuck her. Pressure built inside her right away, and she needed to come. He curved his fingers, hitting her g-spot, which was something she didn’t always let him do at home, something they hadn’t done in a long time. And she knew right away that he planned to make her squirt.

“Logan, no… please.”

It felt amazing, even better than a regular orgasm, but it had always made her feel self-conscious. There were too many taboos around it.

“I know you don’t want to, baby,” Logan told her. “But you’re going to squirt for me, whether you like it or not.”

He fucked her harder, faster, his fingers rubbing relentlessly that most sensitive spot inside her, and she didn’t know if she could hold back as the pressure rose, seeming to flood her abdomen with an exquisite need.

“I’ve told you every time what an incredible thing it is that you can, babygirl. How fucking hot it is for me. Now come for me, baby. Squirt for me, all over my hand.”

“Oh, I… Logan, nooo.”

“Rubi, yes,” he ordered, working her even harder.

Suddenly it was happening, that incredible build of pressure deep inside her releasing, and she yelled—she couldn’t help it.

“Ahhhhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Sensation was a beautiful thing, so intense she could barely process it. The yelling turned into a mewling sound she was only vaguely aware of. And he kept working her as her entire body spasmed, flooding her with a pleasure so profound she went limp all over, her mind emptying out.

“Yeah, my baby. Oh, God, so beautiful,” she heard him say from the faraway place where she floated.

Finally, he slipped his fingers from her body and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back hungrily, feeling on some soul-deep level that she had to show her gratitude for what he’d done to her body, bringing her to this place of utter bliss.

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