“I’m going to begin, Charlotte, but I promise not to hurt you. Are you ready?”
“Master, I … ”
Declan moved the red candle over Charlie’s chest, hovering it above her breasts, near her right nipple. He tipped the candle sideways until the pool of wax gathered along the opening of the candle jar, and then tipped it so it would spill out a stream of melted wax onto her nipple.
The wax kept dripping and the pleasant warmth became warmer still, almost hot. Declan moved the candle away, setting it on the table. Charlie’s nipple tingled and burned, but not in a painful way. The wax dripped along her sensitive skin, leaving a warm path down her breast. Declan grabbed Charlie’s wax covered nipple between two fingers, tugging and pulling at it. She moaned, arching her back at the sensation. He had one finger inside her, and the others pulling at her. She was very close to her climax, and then Declan stopped suddenly.
“Why did you stop, Master?” Charlie pouted in frustration. She was tempted to finish what Declan had started, but knew that move would displease him.
“Part lesson, part punishment, remember?”
Charlie mumbled and complained under her breath.
Declan laughed. “I think we can end this punishment with a reward if you continue to trust me and do as I say. Would you like to know what your reward will be, Charlotte?”
Charlie looked over at him and nodded.
Declan leaned in and whispered. “After I finishing covering your beautiful body, I’m going to fuck every thought out of that exceptionally complicated mind of yours.”
Did he really just say that? Charlie loved how he could sound both so dirty and so incredibly intelligent in the same thought. “Master, um?”
“I am not asking, Charlotte. I want to control you and command you. I want you to be mine fully. Do you wish for me to continue?”
Charlie didn’t feel like she had a choice in the matter, not at this point. She nodded quickly. “Yes, I do.”
“This will not hurt, Charlotte. If you wish to stop for whatever reason, tell me immediately. No safe word this time. Just tell me to stop, and I will.”
Charlie nodded. She knew Declan took this seriously. He was above all interested in her protection and safety, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I am going to begin. Usually I would demand complete silence, but I know your mind will be full of questions, so if you must, you may ask them.”
“Yes, Master.” Charlie realized something in that moment. It was a shift in thinking. Yes, he did want to punish her, and this was somewhat that, but he also wanted her to know that his fetish interests were nothing like Griffin’s. She couldn’t know for certain that this was what Declan had intended, but it’s what Charlie chose to believe.
***
With Declan next to her, now shirtless and rubbing oil all over her, Charlie found it somewhat difficult to find that tranquil transcendence the faux massage should have provided. She presumed he wanted her to relax, but how was she supposed to do that with him rubbing her down?
He worked his way down her body, starting at her neck, wrapping his fingers around the sides of her throat, pushing down gently along the sides. He moved to her shoulders, squeezing and pressing near her collarbone and back up to her armpits. Charlie laughed as he unearthed one of her most ticklish spots.
“Ms. Flynn,” Declan growled, his face displaying a devilish grin. “Be still.”
“I can’t help it. You’re tickling me!” she said in protest.
“Shall I break out the restraints, Charlotte?”
Charlie stopped squirming. Declan moved onto her chest after slathering more oil into his hands. He teased her, rolling her breasts around in his hands, moving in and out, tweaking her nipples. Bending low, he squeezed one of her breasts roughly for a moment. He grabbed her well-oiled nipple between his teeth and bit gently. Charlie’s body bucked up but Declan held her in place with his hands.
“Tsk, tsk,” Declan teased. “You are having trouble staying put, aren’t you?”
He resumed dispersing the oil over her body. Declan moved faster now toward Charlie’s stomach. Her body tensed and tightened under his fingertips. He poured the oil directly onto her sex. His fingers spread the oil toward her hips and then back again. Rubbing it into her skin, smoothing it around, Declan traced a path toward her clit.
He used one finger, tracing a circular path around the hood of her clit, over and over again. Declan teased and spread away the soft covering of skin, and then with a feather light touch, he placed his finger on her slippery, swollen clit. She wanted him to never stop his finger orbiting around the blazing bud of her desire, over and over, but he had other plans. Declan continued on the path to complete lubrication, making certain he had some amount of glistening moisture on every inch of her.
“I have plenty of wax to get started. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Perfect. It may be very warm, almost hot at times, but I promise not to hurt you.”
Declan picked up the white candle first. Declan tipped it to the side slowly, and poured beautiful white wax onto her waiting body, from the center of her breasts, covering one and then the other, downward, lower, pooling it onto her stomach.
Charlie thought it was warm at first, then warmer still, and soon bordering on hot. She hitched her breath, inhaling sharply at the heat. Fortunately, as soon as Charlie found the wax too much to handle in any given spot, Declan moved to another area on her body. Charlie glanced at him, grateful and yearning all at once. He always seemed to have one eye on the wax and one on her, gauging her responses.
Without warning, he set the jar down and moved in, kissing her hard on the lips. She gasped, breathing into his mouth. One of his hands forcefully grabbed Charlie’s hair and tugged, bringing her head up into the kiss, while his other hand reached for her oiled clit. He rubbed her gently back and forth.
Charlie wanted nothing more than to grab him. She wanted to touch him, but he required she remain still, and so she did. Declan slipped a finger into her roughly and kissed her passionately. Then he stopped. As though nothing had happened, Declan reached for the red wax.
“More pouring, my Charlotte.” He poured the red across some of the white. He let the wax drip onto her body until it hurt, but then no more, and then he moved on. Charlie wanted to ask him questions, except she couldn’t quite wrap her mind around any at the moment. She was liquid; slick and slippery, molten and dripping, pleasure and his. He set the red jar back on the table. This time she knew what to expect when he set it down. She knew and waited, grinning in anticipation and contentment.
Declan didn’t kiss her though. Not this time. He didn’t touch her body at all. He merely picked up the green jar to continue. He laughed at her. “A tad disappointed are we, Ms. Flynn?”
“I thought you would kiss me before like you did after the first jar.”
“I know.” Declan took the green jar in his hand and began to drizzle the wax onto her lower abdomen layering over some of the red.
“Why didn’t you, Master?” she asked.
“It’s much more exciting when it is not expected, don’t you think?” He stopped pouring the wax briefly. “The look of surprise in your eyes is highly rewarding for me. I enjoy all of your expressions, but those rare ones of spontaneous pleasure are my favorites.”
Charlie smiled, heady. It was so wonderful being in a relationship with him. He made everything seem important and special; he made her feel like she was special and important because of it.
“Charlotte. This final bit will be more intense than any of the previous ones because of the nature of the area where I wish to pour. If you wish to forego it, we can.”