Page 50 of A Master's Destiny
“Yes, Sir,” she answers in giddy anticipation.
I wait a moment to build her anticipation before gliding the ice over her back. I watch goosebumps rise to the surface of her skin.
“Oh!” she cries out in delight.
Putting the ice in my mouth, I let it melt while I grab another piece and trace it over her skin, teasing her sensitive neck and shoulders. I then move down her back to her thighs, and I even use it on her ticklish feet.
Once the ice has completely melted in my mouth, I lean over to kiss her.
Her eyes open wide as I plunder her mouth with my ice-cold tongue. “Isn’t temperature play fun?” I murmur.
“It is,” she says breathlessly.
Feeling in a more adventurous mood, I put another piece of ice in my mouth as I move to the end of the table and climb onto it. Taking the ice from my mouth, I spread her open so I can lick her pussy.
She squeals the moment my cold tongue makes contact.
“Too much?”
“No, Sir,” she grins.
I suck on the ice again, then take the piece and slowly slip it inside her. She makes a cute little squeak. My cock grows hard at the sound.
I go down on her then, licking and teasing her clit with abandon.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” she cries repeatedly.
I am shocked by how quickly she comes. Pressing my tongue flat against her pussy, I feel every pulse of her climax.
As soon as it ends, she looks back at me. “Thank you, Sir.”
I smile at her. “You remembered.”
“Of course.”
“Would you like to come again?”
“If it would please you.”
“It would,” I answer huskily. Grabbing another piece of ice, I get the same reaction from her when I flick my tongue against her sweet-tasting pussy.
“Thank you, Sir,” she murmurs with luminous eyes after her second orgasm ends.
I climb off the table to return to the wax.
Picking up the red candle again, I decorate her ass with a scattering of dots. I follow it up with the yellow, and then the green candle…and that’s when it hits me that the colors are the same ones used for safewords.
I find it humorous, and contemplate the message behind it.
Wanting to tease honey further, I dribble wax on the bottoms of her feet and listen to a string of her giggles.
Blowing out the candles, I tell her, “Now that your body is covered in wax, I must free you from it.”
“I always love this part,” she murmurs.
I pick up the knife and show it to her. Her eyes widen in anticipation as she watches me place the blade against her skin. I begin with her round ass. Lightly scraping the knife against her skin, I lift the soy wax easily from it.
The process is slow and requires all of my attention. However, I find it relaxing in an almost therapeutic sense as I watch the pieces fall away from her skin one by one.
