Page 19 of Bound By Sin
Like a lamb to the slaughter, I easily obeyed despite the consequences. My eyes opened but remained lowered as several more drips of wax hit my sensitive skin.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his deep voice simmering with barely controlled passion.
I lifted my eyes, gazing into arctic blue eyes filled with a raging fire. He dropped more candle wax on my chest, the hot wax leaving a trail of heat along its path as it fell between my breasts. My hiss from the sting from the wax instantly morphed into a guttural groan.
“Ah, my Stellina, what a beautiful sight you are for Sir,” he crooned, pouring more wax onto my skin.
Drop after drop was like a sweet caress, a tender kiss, a light whisper, and I fucking loved every minute of it. His gaze dropped from my eyes to my shoulders, then my chest. Sensing his thrill of arousal from my body being covered in candle wax and the pain it caused only increased mine more. I wanted to screammore, more, more,but I knew Valentino would only give me what I could handle. Long gone were the days of me getting lost in the pain. He grounded me. He was my safe place.
He yanked on the chain of clamps attached to my hardened nipples.
A shiver moved over my body. My eyes rolled, and my head lolled to the side. A deep feeling of tranquility entered my being, contentment encompassing me. Only Valentino understood how much I needed this because he also needed this to experience peace. Pain and peace, although a contradiction, was the only way we felt like ourselves.
Another series of drops of wax fall onto my sensitive skin, forcing a moan of ecstasy to slip through my lips.
“What color are you, Stellina?”
His voice was hoarse, gravely.
“Green, Sir,” I muttered hastily.
I didn’t want him to stop. It had been so long since I felt this good. Since I felt this amount of peace.
“MyStellina.” Huskiness lingered in his tone. “You’re such a good girl for Sir, aren’t you?”
More wax hit my skin, and the piercing pain from the clamp attached to my clit when he pulled it took me to new heights. “Yes, Sir,” I moaned. “That feels so good. I’m so close.”
The glint of the steel blade as he twirled his knife captured my attention. I suppressed the smile from crossing my face, although I couldn’t stop the involuntary shiver from snaking its way down my spine. If I showed him how much I wanted the blade across my skin, he would keep it from me, and I didn’t want that. As much as I loved it, he would.
Enjoying the pleasure from the wax, my arousal slid down my thighs. I was so ready to feel him deep inside me. Fill me completely, the way only he could.
“Hmm.” He twirled the knife in his hand, and my heart began to race. “Now for your punishment.”
I watched him place the lit candle on the dress and the knife back inside his trouser pockets. I wanted more wax and the cool blade against my skin; the contrast of the heat and coolness was so blissful.
“Please. I won’t do it again,” I pleaded as he unbuttoned his slacks on his way back to me. My eyes shot to the candle sitting on the dresser and to the pocket where he put the knife. “I’ll be a good girl, Sir. I promise.”
He smiled, and I wanted to knock it right off his beautiful face. He wasn’t listening. He’d already decided no matter how good of a girl I was, I wouldn’t go without punishment. He was taunting me with what he knew I wanted, and it pissed me off.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He stopped in front of me. “While I believe you may not do it again, it still doesn’t negate your punishment.”
Bastard.
He placed his fingers under my chin, lifting my head. I gazed into eyes swirling with so much emotion. Love, desire, fear. My heart clenched in my chest.
“Do bad girls get to feel my blade or good girls?”
“Only good girls,” I mumbled.
Disappointment rattled me. I should have known better than to believe he’d give in. He was a stickler for the rules, and I broke them. No matter the reason, I chose to ignore what I promised him to keep myself safe.
“Stand,” he commanded, reaching out to me before I had the chance to plead my case.
I didn’t even know why in the hell I was trying to bother. He was going to do it anyway, whether or not I begged him to.
It was hard as hell getting up off the tiny pebbles, but I craved the soreness in my shins, and it felt damn good.
When I first realized that I loved pain, I truly thought something was wrong with me. It scared the shit out of Brian. He was a Dom, and I had fallen in love with the lifestyle, but he didn’t like inflicting bodily pain on me that went further than the normal floggings or spankings. I needed more than he could give me, and while he didn’t look at me differently, that was the day things changed between us. He loved me, and I loved him, but we both understood love wasn’t enough for our relationship to survive. We both would have to sacrifice too much to be together and, in the end, would probably end up hating each other.
