Bound to Please(100)

“I said yes.”

“Don’t forget. Say Chihuahua if it’s too much.”

“Just fucking do it, Ruby.”

“Say please.”

“Pretty fucking please.”

“Always the bad boy.”

With the ice on her tongue, she sucked his cock into her mouth, sucked him as deep as she could, until he hit the barrier of her throat. She continued to suck him until he was pumping his hips beneath her, until his skin was like fire beneath the icy water in her mouth.

Only when the ice had disappeared, leaving her mouth slightly numb and cold, did she release him.

Glancing at the tea light in her hand, and then at him, she said, “Did you like the candle wax?”

“Yes,” he said.

“I want to see what happens when I drip it on your cock. Do you want me to do that?”

He groaned, but didn’t answer.

Smiling, she drew his thighs open. She had the candle in her hand, hovering about two feet over his body. She tipped the votive, watching the wax splash onto the skin of his strong thigh. The muscles there clenched, but she gave him no time to recuperate. Instead she kept pouring: his other thigh, his hips, and then, when his breathing was deep and audible, she stopped.

His skin gleamed, his chest rose and fell. He made her entire body tremble with desire.

She asked again, “Well, do you? Do you want me to pour hot wax on your cock?”

“Yes.” His voice was husky, rough. “Do it.” His jaw clenched. “Please.”

“Good boy.” She tilted the candle and watched the wax fall onto his erection.

He cried out. “That hurts.” But the small, euphoric smile on his face told her it hurt in a good way.

She continued pouring and wax splattered on his cock, his stomach, his hips. She watched every muscle in his body twitch and flex, but his smile grew bigger. “I always knew you were a switch, baby,” he said. “Didn’t I tell you that?”

“Yes, you did.” When the votive was empty, she watched the wax as it dried on his strained erection. “I’m jealous, really. Will you do this to me one day?”

“Payback is a bitch, and I can’t wait. But when I do it, you’ll be spread wide for me. I’ll pour it on your breasts while I make love to you. I’ll fill your pussy with my cock while I pour hot wax on your nipples. Would you like that, baby?”

Her pussy was aching at the thought, and her entire body was alive with desire for him.

Grinning, she retrieved another piece of ice, and, running it across his erection, she let the ice harden the wax on his skin. His breathing was heavy as she continued, from the head of his cock to the base and then over his balls, until the sac contracted in her hand.

She set the candle aside and emptied a dollop of the jasmine oil into her palm. Mark’s hands wrapped around the scarves and he pulled, but he didn’t free himself.

With his cock in her hand, she began to rub the jasmine oil into his skin. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked until the muscles in his stomach began to twitch, until his breathing was choppy. Until the wax came off in little pieces in her hand.

Now he was smooth again; silky and hard. She continued to pump him, increasing her speed as he ground against her hand. Soon he was meeting her rhythm, faster and faster until she heard his breath stop, felt his body go motionless. Her eyes were locked on his erection. Through his warm skin she felt his essence pulsing through him, and she watched as it spurted out of his body in powerful, warm jets.

When he’d stilled she climbed off, untied the scarves from his wrists and removed his blindfold. Her heart in her throat, she looked down at him, felt her chest swell. He’d done it. He’d trusted her enough to let her do this.

“Are you okay? Can I get you anything?” She used the scarf to clean his stomach, kissing the muscles just under his ribs when he jerked, as if it tickled.

“Just you, Ruby,” he said as he reached for her.

But she dodged him, setting aside the oil and scarves. “It means so much, Mark, that you let me do this.”

“It’s your turn now.”

She paused and raised a brow. “Is it, now?”

“Hell yeah.”

Giggling, she let him pull her into the bed on top of him, and she kissed him gently, slowly, with love. After a minute she pushed him back and looked down into his deep brown eyes.

“There will be rules,” she said.

In a flash, he had her on her back. “I’m in charge now, doll.”

“Not now; I mean rules in general.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Like?”

“No other women, obviously.”

He nipped her ear. “No problem there, baby. All I want is you.”