Then, when his arms were secured to the bedposts, she lowered her body, pressing her pussy softly against his mouth, his nose. Letting him feel her, smell her, through the sheer silk. He groaned against her, and she felt his breathing quicken, hot gusts against her swollen flesh.
She rubbed against his face like a purring cat. There was no hurry. She could come whenever she wanted to. She could take her time. She could use his mouth as her personal play toy.
Finally she tore away. The candles cast a soft glow over the room, tempting her with their molten wax. But that would come later. Now she let him watch as she picked up a bar of chocolate off the nightstand and broke off a few pieces. Taking it with her as she slid down his body and placed a piece of chocolate on her tongue.
His stare was locked on her mouth as she tasted the chocolate, showed him how much she loved the experience of it melting on her tongue. After she swallowed she licked her lips, slowly.
The power of controlling his pleasure was electrifying, humming through her veins in an erotic current. It must be like this for Mark every time he did this to her. The thought made her feel special, cherished. His.
And then she paused. Because even now, with him tied up before her—her prisoner—he was powerful, full of strength. Beautiful. Was this how he saw her? Was this what he wanted to show her?
Love expanded in her heart as she bent down and took his erection in her hand. She wanted to please him, to take him to the edge of pleasure as he’d done to her so many times. Licking a drop of cum off the tip of his cock, she slid the engorged head into her mouth. He jerked beneath her, but her weight on his hips kept him down. She stroked him, caressing him to the very base of his shaft.
Looking up through her lashes, she placed another piece of chocolate on her tongue. Then she took him in her mouth once more, letting him feel the silky chocolate as it melted, swirled it around his cock before she swallowed.
He moaned. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”
She got off the bed and picked up the remaining scarf. “Shh.” She wrapped the scarf around his head and tied it off, blindfolding him.
“Ruby, you’re killing me.”
She popped the ice onto her tongue and climbed back on the bed. With him between her thighs, she leaned down and used her teeth to draw the ice across his skin, tracing a line over his ribs. He gasped when she reached his nipple and took a metal ring, along with the ice, into her mouth. She tugged and sucked, swallowed the ice as it dissolved in her mouth.
When the metal and his nipple ring were hard and cold she switched sides, letting go only when the ice had disappeared.
Her own nipples were tingling and hard, envious little points beneath her bra. But she ignored the sensation and picked a candle off the dresser.
The small tin candle was warm in her hand, and she lifted it high over his chest. “I’m going to pour candle wax on you now.”
He shuddered once but said nothing.
Her eyes were on the flame as she tilted the candle, watching as the ivory wax poured over the edge to land on one of his chilled nipples. He jerked and gasped, his jaw clenched.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
She continued pouring, loving the way the muscles in his arms bunched as he jerked against the silk restraints. She moved to his other nipple, watching the way his muscles clenched every time the wax hit his skin. When he thrashed on the bed every nerve in her body gathered between her legs in hot pulses. But she ignored it, instead wanting to draw out his pleasure. Right then, it was so much more rewarding than pleasuring herself.
She lowered the candle, knowing the closer to his body the candle was, the hotter the wax would be when it landed on him.
As if in a trance, she stared at the patterns the wax made on his skin; his ribs and then his stomach were like Jackson Pollock paintings, splattered works of art.
Elation flooded her as she emptied the candle onto him, watching the way his breath caught the instant the molten wax hit his flesh. The way his strong thighs tensed, the way he jerked beneath her. The way he hissed out a groan.
She controlled all those things.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Hot.”
“Do you like it, Mark?”
“Yeah, baby. You’re doing a damn fine job.”
“Thank you.” When the small tea light was drained she placed the empty silver holder on the nightstand and picked up a second candle. Again she popped a piece of ice into her mouth. She scooted down the bed until she was over his knees. Her gaze fell on his cock, which was so hard it looked painful.
“You’re mine tonight.”
“Yes,” he moaned. But the word was strained through his clenched teeth.
“I can do whatever I want.”