Another nod.
His callused palm rode up her inner thigh, straight to her pussy, and covered it with his palm for a few seconds. He lightly flicked the clothespins again, and she shuddered at the zing that shot from her nipples to her clit and back again.
“You especially like the breeze blowing on your open pussy. It makes you hotter and wetter even though it’s relatively cool down here.” His hand felt hot on her tingling flesh as he just barely touched her.
She nodded again.
He looked around into the darkness surrounding them. The music of the creek was the only sound she could hear besides her pulse and his regular breathing. “It’s so dark tonight. We’d never know if someone snuck up on us and watched while we play.”
She tried hard not to thrust her pussy against his hand at the thought. Her cunt ached for him to increase the pressure against her clit, to fill her, but she knew she’d have to wait. Maybe quite a while, in fact.
“You’re creaming for me at the thought, aren’t you? You may answer with a nod.”
Her response was not as smooth as before as she answered affirmatively. She trembled all over.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Verbally tell me your safe word. Remember my instructions.”
“Rainbow, sir. It’s rainbow.”
He’d told her she could have her choice of calling him sir, master, or just plain Boone. He explained that he didn’t worry about high protocols but wanted to help her stay in the proper mind frame. She’d called Morgan her master and felt uncomfortable calling Boone by the same title, but Boone was too informal for times like this. She thought about calling him liege but was afraid she might earn punishment for her glibness.
“Good, Maya. Use it if you need to.”
She remained still, and he smiled with pleasure and stroked her pussy lightly one last time.
He retrieved a clear plastic bottle from his collection beside the bag and began smoothing clear oil up and down her thighs in a thin layer. His hands massaged and rubbed in smooth strokes, and she imagined he could see her pussy dripping and gleaming in the dim lights surrounding them. The thought made her pussy swell even more. He worked his way up, avoiding her pussy altogether, and oiled her abdomen, chest, arms, and saved her aching breasts for last.
He massaged them gently until an orgasm began to coil distantly within her and her pussy clamored to be filled. Without warning he removed one clothespin and soothed the nipple with his warm tongue as she moaned at the sensation. That nipple felt twice its normal size as he released it. She would’ve covered the other with her hands, knowing what came next but couldn’t because of the restraints. She hissed as the pin was released, and he gently soothed her other nipple with his mouth as well.
“Good girl,” he said as he released it and sat up.
Boone returned to the gym bag and pulled out a white jar candle and lighter, and she wanted to jump up and do a victory dance. Morgan had asked once if she wanted to try wax play, and she’d said yes, but they’d never gotten around to it. She remembered hearing a friend in San Marcos talk about experiencing it at a club in Austin. The dazed, dreamy look in her friend Charlotte’s eyes as she’d recounted the experience had convinced Maya that it was something she wanted to try eventually.
Boone rose to stand away from her and lit the candle and dropped the lighter back in the bag. This must’ve been why he’d placed an old sheet over the blanket before having her lie down on it. For a minute he tested dribbling the wax on his own bare arm, getting an idea of the distance he’d need to hold the candle at in order for the drips to cool enough before striking her skin so she didn’t burn. She stretched and relaxed her muscles, contented that he was looking out for her well-being.
He turned to her and said, “This candle burns cooler than a taper would. Use your safe word if you need it. I’m very serious. I don’t want you blistered.”
He dribbled a bit of the wax on her instep, starting at a less sensitive area. The heat, in contrast to the cool breeze made her gasp, but it didn’t burn.
“Maya. For this exercise you may not speak, but you can make all the noise you want. You may nod or shake your head to any of my questions.”
Maya nodded and mewed softly, anticipating the next drip on her calf as he moved up her leg. The drip was warm and cooled quickly on her skin.
“A little closer, maybe?”
Maya nodded, and he lowered the candle a minute degree. He created a crisscross pattern up and down her thighs adjusting the height of the candle and checking periodically that the drips were not too hot. Her skin beneath the wax pattern felt even more sensitive as the breeze blew over her and cooled each hardening ribbon.