I shrieked and shook from the burst of pain that dropped onto me like a sizzling drop of boiling water. Only it was the wax that hardened as it landed on me. And again. I yelped from each drop, the hotness of it almost too much to bear. The chains strained my wrists and legs as I moved around trying to avoid the pain as my body reacted on its own. But my mind was secretly enjoying the feeling of being under his control. To be exposed to his mercy, the pain he inflicted was also exciting me.
“You look beautiful, all slathered in hot red wax.” Dominic smiled and continued to let the drips fall down. My cheek was on the soft cushion, and I was staring at his crotch, his tented pants clearly showing his arousal.
He moved up toward my breasts and let the drips fall down onto my nipple. Again and again. I couldn’t even count how many times the wax fell on top of me or how many times I cried out.
By the time he was done I was breathing heavily, and my eyes were closed.
“You’ve endured that magnificently, Julie. Wonderful.”
He got up from the bed, blew out the candle and put it on a stand on the cabinet. Ripping open his shirt, he licked his lips at the sight of me and threw his shirt aside. His taut body, lean slabs of muscles and alluring posture were appetizing to look at.
He came to the side of the bed and loosened the chains on the bed. I could move up and down now, but not enough to free myself. Only my arms could be moved. Then he unhooked his belt buckle and slipped it out of his pants.
“Turn around,” he said. ‘The chains give you enough freedom to do so.”
I slowly did what he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was doing, but he walked away. I could only see the stone wall now.
“Raise your butt, sit up in doggy style. You have enough room now.”
I flushed feeling embarrassed by what he said, but did it anyway. I knew I had to listen, and the power he had over me was intoxicating. He was right though, the chains gave my arms enough room to move down and raise my back.
Then I heard the flick of leather being stretched and pulled together.
“You still need to be punished for running away from me and not listening,” he said, his voice darker than usual.
I swallowed. I had a feeling deep down in my gut I knew what he was about to do.
When his belt came down I squealed from the pain. Biting down on the bed sheets I gasped as he spanked me time and time again. Five times, I counted, on each butt cheek. My skin was probably red by now, and his hand that smoothed across it was painful.
“Shh …” he murmured.
He smacked me twice again, and the burn caused me to gasp.
“Now, what did you do wrong?” he asked with a demanding voice.
“I didn’t do what you asked in the kitchen and I ran away from you, master.”
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, master. I’m sorry, master, it won’t happen again.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure it will, but I’ll be there to punish you again. I’m glad you’re improving though.”
He grabbed something off the cabinet, and I could hear it squirt. Whatever it was, he was rubbing it between his hands, the sound of it sounding like a squish. He stroked it across my aching butt in circular motions. Kneading, slowly and soft, with a loving hand, and I knew he was done with punishing me.
From time to time his fingers slipped further down my thighs, sometimes coming close to my groin, but never touching me there where I wanted him to touch me. Delving deeper and deeper, but carefully avoiding that one spot, he brought me to a state of pure longing. I wanted, needed, his fingers to feel me.
He released me. I sighed from the sudden loss of his warm hands on my skin, and wished he’d return.
Sounds of his zipper coming loose were audible. I could hear the cotton stretch over his length and I knew it was fully erect already.
“Too bad you aren’t wearing your collar. I could’ve used that nicely, like last time,” he said, chuckling. “Turn around again.”
I did what he commanded and raised my head to see him in his full, naked glory. He was magnificent to gaze at and his overbearing nature stirred my insides even more.
He walked forward and crawled over me like a beast, trailing kisses along the way. I bit my lip from the excitement, as he circled his tongue just above my sex, teasing me. He dove further in between my legs and kissed my folds. I squiggled underneath him.
“Hold still. Don’t move an inch,” he said with an insistent voice.
Dominic pushed his tongue onto my skin, and the warmth set me ablaze. He licked my folds softly. In soft strokes he brushed along my labia, making me moan. He moaned, too, against me, and the vibrations of his voice against my skin were delicious.