Taking on a lighter touch, they got to my panties and began to push them down. I arched my back, trying to press my mound up and against his hand.
A thick rip sounded as Angelo tore my panties clean in half. Before I could react, a finger was in me, pushing and rubbing against that deep aching spot.
I moaned and relaxed into the mattress.
Not giving me a minute without a surprise, Angelo withdrew his hand and harshly grabbed my hips. Turning me on my side, he spanked my ass hard.Really hard. Then, he softly rubbed the sore spot on my backside with one hand while the other teased my clit.
“Is that better?” he whispered.
I began to murmur a response, but yet another strike hit my rear.
“Yes,” I whimpered out.
More soft petting and spanking. Each hit felt like fire, but fire that shot into my core and gave me almost as much pleasure as his hand on my clit.
With my rear good and sore, Angelo turned me back over onto my back. My wrists ached slightly in their tight bind and my ass cheeks burned.
“You need a break.”
Before I could protest he left the room, leaving me still bound and helpless.
I stared agape at the empty doorway. Had he really just left like that?
“Angelo?”
No response.
“Angelo?”
Well shit. Bound and helpless, there was nothing to do but wait. My arms ached. My wrists ached. Most of all, my core ached.
In a minute, he came back, a bowl in his hand. Setting it down on the floor, he took a seat on the edge of the bed.
“I thought you left me here,” I stammered.
One eyebrow cocked. “Oh, I’m not even close to done with you yet.”
I gulped, wondering just what that meant. The tension between my legs now seared and my limbs screamed from being restrained. I needed release and I needed it now.
From the table, Angelo picked up one of the candles he lit earlier. Its flame danced, getting closer and closer to me. Angelo lifted it right above me and froze.
I looked at him. What was going on? What did he plan on doing? And did he need my approval or something? Is that why he kept looking at me?
Instead of saying anything, he tilted the candle slightly and let some of the wax slide off. Down, down, it dripped. I tensed up as it hit my stomach, slicing me with its heat.
“Ah!” I cried out, the hot wax sending warmth through my torso.
Angelo put the candle back down and retrieved something else small, then pressed the object against my thigh. I breathed in again at the freezing sensation. It had me out of my mind after the hot wax.
Slowly the ice cube made its way around my thigh, going up the length of it, traveling dangerously close to my swollen clit.
Across my stomach and around the now hardened wax it went, and up to my bra. Angelo pushed the cups down, releasing my breasts. Both nipples poked up towards the sky, eager to be touched.
Angelo swirled the ice cube around one of my nipples. I cried out from the freezing sting of pain mixed with numbness, and then, he did the same to the other breast. Tiny chills went down my back and melted water ran down my sides. I bit my bottom lip.
I will not beg. I will not beg.
Need expanded between my legs like pain. It was too much. Another minute without Angelo inside of me and I would die from frustration.