Page 19 of Master Cordell

Grabbing her long locks, he used a hairbrush to pull it all back into a ponytail, which he then fastened with an elastic tie. Next, he wrapped her hair into a bun, securing it with one of the scrunchies she’d given him to keep in his toy bag for times like this. He ran his hands down her bare shoulders and upper arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Lie down on your back first.”

“Yes, Sir.”

While she got in position, using one of the pillows to rest her head on, Cordell got comfortable by removing his shoes, socks, and black T-shirt with the MKR logo on it, leaving on his black leather pants. He then knelt next to her on the second pillow. A few years ago, he wouldn’t have needed one, but as he’d gotten older, his knees began to protest if he was on them for more than a few moments without something soft to cushion them.

For several minutes, he used his hands to warm up Tiffany’s skin, rubbing her shoulders, arms, breasts, torso, hips, legs, and feet in a gentle massage with the baby oil, feeling her muscles relax one by one. He then had her turn over, so he could give her back the same treatment, waiting a moment for her to get into a comfortable position. This time, he reversed the process, starting with her feet and slowly making his way up to her shoulders.

The thumping music from the club’s sound system was lower in the individual playrooms so as to not be a hindrance to conversation or hearing any safewords that were called out. Glancing down, he saw Tiffany’s eyes were closed and there was a soft smile on her face. “Hope you’re not falling asleep on me, Pet.”

“No, Sir,” she mumbled. “Just enjoying your very talented hands.”

He chuckled and grinned. “Glad to hear it. But it’s time to move on. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tuck your hands under your head. Let me know if anything gets uncomfortable.” They’d done this enough times that she knew his order included her positioning or the heat level of the wax.

Picking up the ceramic ladle in the melted, white shea butter wax, he dragged the bottom across the edge of the cup, then dropped a small amount on the back of his own hand to test the temperature. It was nice and warm—perfect.

He drizzled the wax slowly down Tiffany’s spine, pulling a moan of pleasure from her throat. The sound went straight to Cordell’s groin, making his leathers snugger than they’d been. He proceeded to paint her skin with the wax, creating abstract designs with different colors—white, teal-blue, and pale-green. From her shoulders to her toes, he adjusted the height of the ladle, raising it higher for the more sensitive areas like the crack of her ass, the backs of her knees, and the bottom of her feet. He carefully watched and listened to Tiffany’s reactions, but it was clear she was enjoying herself.

“Turn over, Pet.”

Lazily, on the edges of subspace, she flipped onto her back, never once opening her eyes. However, they both knew she’d be having an eye-popping experience soon.

Starting at her one ankle, Cordell poured a line of blue up her leg, stopping short of her glistening mound. While he hadn’t touched her with his hands since the massage, she was wet and ready, but that wasn’t enough for him. She’d be drenched and begging by the time he was done.

Since wax was commonly used to remove hair in salons, it was one of the reasons Tiffany kept her pussy bare. That and she’d liked the heightened sensitivity of it. Cordell just loved the way it looked and felt against his mouth.

While he applied the wax to the backs of her arms, he avoided the tops with their fine, pale peach fuzz. However, everything else was fair game.

After coating her second leg, he moved up to her abdomen and lower rib cage. When a dollop hit her belly button, Cordell smirked as she moaned and squirmed her hips. He knew from past scenes that she’d felt that in her clit.

Pausing to switch colors, he decided to catch her off guard. He picked up two ladles, one in blue and the other in green, and held them above her breasts. At the same time, he tilted them, letting a small stream of wax hit each nipple. As he’d expected, Tiffany’s eyes flew open, her pupils dilated as she screamed, “Oh, God!”

Her hips bucked, and she fisted her hands at her sides. She was panting as she pleaded, “Please, Sir! Please ... let me come! Oh, God, I’m so ... so close!”

The sadistic side of Cordell considered making her wait a few more minutes, but he loved to watch her shatter. Dropping the ladles in the cups of wax, he brought one hand to her soaked pussy and used his fingers to drag some of her juices up to her clit before rubbing it vigorously. “Come for me, Pet.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before a shriek was ripped from her lungs. She writhed on the floor as the climatic wave consumed her, one hand clutching his hip, probably without her realizing it. Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, as he repeatedly impaled her with his fingers, determined to draw out the orgasm as long as possible for her.

When her seizing muscles finally relaxed, she collapsed into a sated heap. It took a few moments of her gulping for air before her eyelids flittered open again, and her glimmering gaze quickly found his awestruck one. It would never cease to amaze him how beautiful she was when she came apart in the throes of ecstasy and in the moments that followed.

Her voice was low and raspy when she said, “Fuck me, Sir. Please. I need to feel you inside me, filling me.”

He couldn’t deny her request even if he tried. Standing, he quickly unzipped his leathers, although slow enough not to catch his sensitive skin pushing against the material. He was so damn hard for her, it would be a miracle if he didn’t blow his load within seconds of sinking into her hot, wet core.

Kicking the pants to the side, he dropped to his knees again and snatched up a condom he’d put near the wax setup earlier. Within seconds he was sheathed and settling between her spread legs. Tiffany bent her knees and crossed her ankles at the small of his back, urging him on. Unable to wait any longer, with one thrust he was inside her. She gasped at the sudden invasion, and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head as searing heat enveloped him.

Cordell lowered his body weight down onto his submissive, tucking his forearms under her shoulders and grabbing them for leverage. The wax on her body cracked and flaked between them. Their gazes met as he pounded into her, shifting until he found the spot inside her that made her gasp and her eyes widen with pleasure. He could tell by the way she was biting her bottom lip and fisting her hands in his hair that she was ready to go over again. The sting in his scalp had him increasing his pace as his balls drew up tight. His heart was racing, and sweat poured from him.

Tiffany’s scream as she came was immediately followed by Cordell’s own roar as his climax hit him with the force of a maelstrom. A euphoric flood crashed over him, drowning him in a sea of bliss. He couldn’t tell which way was up and which was down as he tumbled out of control.

Moments later, as they lay tangled around each other, gasping for air, Cordell pressed his forehead to Tiffany’s.

God, how am I going to give her up when she’s the best thing that ever happened to me and she owns my heart?

Chapter14

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