Page 44 of Exquisite Temptation

"You please me, my little masochistic slut." He praises me.

A sudden, breath-taking, heated drip falls between my breasts, trailing a sizzling line along the curves until hot drops land directly on my nipples. I gasp as the intense heat sensation sends waves of pain through me, hugging and tightening my skin. Melting the body of the candle, he rains wax over me, then stops. He curls his long fingers inside me, stroking my G-spot in a slow, circular motion.

"Soo wet. Who owns this tight little cunt?" He growls in my ear, sending shudders down my spine.

"You, Siir-" I whimper, needing him to move faster.

Sliding out, he lets the feverish liquid trickle on my clit, continuing to ooze the wax up and down without a break. I yank the rope and arch my back, bursting out an ear-splitting screech. Leaving the blow torch and candle, he come back and cups my face, his steady gaze locking me down.

"Eyes on me, pet. Deep breaths, in and out." I draw in air, regulating my erratic breathing.

"I’m safe, Sir." I give him a reassuring smile.

"Good toy. Are you ready for more?" He arches his blond brow inquiringly, tilting the corners of his lips into a sadistic smile.

"Yes, Sir." I blink, drinking him in, warmth expanding through my chest.

He grabs a deep purple candle, melting the wax above my stomach. The river of droplets goes up and down my body, scorching my skin and tightening as it cools. He holds the candle higher and lower, alternating the intensity of the heat. I grit my teeth, straining against the onslaught of burning wax assaulting my bare pussy. Drip. Drip. Drip. Heat travels through my body, setting my nerves alight and prompting my brain to flood my blood with a tingling surge of endorphins. I let my eyelids drop, and my muscles relax in surrender as the stinging pain releases its grip.

Christopher’s warm hands trace the contours of my naked body, his featherlight touch jolting my senses. A moan of pleasure slips through my lips.

"Please, Sir." I thrust my chest as he pinches and pulls my marble-hard, aching tips. If he doesn’t let me come, I’ll explode.

"What do you want, slut?" He chuckles and slaps my right breast playfully.

"Please let me come, Sir. Please!" I draw a deep breath, moistening my lips and drowning myself in his intoxicating scent. He picks up the magic wand, sending my already racing pulse into the stratosphere.

"You have been a good slut and earned your orgasm." I quirk the corners of my mouth into a silly grin.Finally!

"Thank you, Sir." I whisper.

He trails the head of the vibrator on the inside of my thighs, tantalizing me without mercy. The gentle vibrations spread through my core, but it's not enough to get me off. Dragging the wand through my soaked folds, he rests it on my inflamed nub. I press down and hump the toy, allowing the pressure and weight of my hips to intensify the sensation.

"Good, pet. It looks like you need a little more." He chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement as he bumps the buzzing to level two.

Damn it. I can’t hold on anymore. It’s too much. My clit pulses painfully and juices trickle down my thigh.

"Permission to come, Sir," I cry out, clenching my core to stop myself from detonating like a bomb.

"Five. Four. Three."

"Ah…A-Ah…Ow. I can’t-" I dig my fingernails into my palms.You can do it. You can do it.

"Two. One. Cum for me now, toy." He orders with a firm voice. The moment I hear his words, I let the explosive currents race through me.

"Ohh, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

The sound of my shrieks of rapture fill the air as a bone-tingling orgasm robs me of my senses, shooting me straight to the stars. Breathing hard, I shift my hips sideways, desperate to escape the vibrations, but he continues massaging my slippery core.

"Naughty, slut. Give me another," he commands, working the vibrator in slow clockwise and anticlockwise motions. My pulse quickens and breathing grows ragged again as the unrelenting rumbles reignite my bundles of nerves.

"Oh, my God…permission to come, Sir." I squeal, riding the near-painful edge.

"You may cum now." Multiple wild, full body orgasms tear through me, short-circuiting my brain and stripping me of my usual control.

"Ohhhhh, Sir. Thank you, Siiir. I love you, Siir-"

Chasing my breath, I close my eyes and lay limp on the bed, perspiration coating my warm and sore flesh. After what seems an eternity, the fog clears from my post orgasmic brain. A vague recollection of me shouting at the top of my voice, ‘I love you, Sir,’ hits me with full force. Crappity! No. No. No. This is exactly what I was afraid of. Blurting out the truth. What do I do now? Do I say something or ignore it?It’s done. You can’t take it back.Blame it on your dopamine high,my snarky self offers.

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