chapter 3

Her muscles tense up all over her body as she stares at the flame, her lip again caught between her

teeth as she tries to remain calm. I blow over the wet spot on her neck until she is shaking, distracting

her until I suddenly tilt the candle and splash a few drops of wax onto her chest. They all hit her just

above the ropes where I know they don't really hurt her, and after a shudder Bella stills again, slightly

less tense.

The next drops I aim at her right breast, hitting the fleshy part that is constricted by the silk ropes. A

slight whimper leaves her, but that's it, so I move to the left, bringing my aim a little closer to her

nipple, but still staying away. Somewhat shy at first, she soon pushes her shoulders further back, the

motion putting her breasts even more on display. I keep up my game until there is only a little wax left

in the pool around the wick. I stop and smirk at her, waiting until her eyes widen in light

apprehension, before I dribble the rest onto her hard nipples.

The hiss that escapes her goes right to my dick, making it twitch and strain against the leather pants. I

watch intently as Bella fights the pain, but the glassy look in her eyes together with the sudden deep

blush on her cheeks tells me that my girl is enjoying herself alright. I wait until the wax is mostly

cooled before I grab her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and rolling until all

the wax has peeled off, and she is moaning with need. My lips find hers and I kiss her hungrily,

sliding my tongue against hers as I keep mauling her tits.

Bella stills again as I pick up the second candle, but her eyes remain hooded with lust even when I

drip more wax onto her sensitive nipples. She barely moves away now so I let the hand that doesn't

hold the candle roam lower until I reach her pussy. She's even wetter now, and I can't hide a satisfied

smile. I start rubbing the rope over her clit until she bucks her hips against my hand, a few needy

sounds leaving her – and then I spill nearly the whole pooled wax over her left breast and down her

belly where it gets held up by the rope around her waist.

Her eyes go wide and she shouts “fuck!” as I take her completely by surprise. I barely give her body

time to recuperate as I snatch the next candle up and do the same to her other side. Her whole body

shakes as the hot wax cascades over her sensitive tit, but her moan is needy and loud, before I stifle it

with my hungry mouth. Her hips jerk as I rub her harder, telling of her need to get more friction where

she needs it.

I turn my head away from hers and trail my fingers up to her stomach, but she doesn't protest, just sags

against me as I scoot a little closer. I love the sight of the now hardened wax on her body, but I resist

the urge to peel it off from anywhere but her nipples. Bella glances down at my fingers freeing her

swollen and sensitive nubs again, and for a moment a stubborn set comes to her jaw.

Inwardly amused by her evident battle to keep her resentment at what I'm doing to herself, I stop and

grab her chin, forcing her to turn her head and look at me. Defiance lights up her already expressive

eyes, making me forget for a moment what I wanted to do to her other than ravage her mouth and fuck

her hard.

“Bella, Bella, do we have to work on your appreciation for what I do to you, again?” I taunt her with a hard edge to my voice.

Her eyes widen and she grows slightly pale underneath the flush of excitement, and I can tell that she's

thinking hard for a moment whether she has done anything wrong. Of course she hadn't, and when she

comes to the same conclusion, she relaxes slightly.

“No, Sir.”

“Are you sure? You just seemed a little, how shall I phrase it, ungrateful for all the attention I bestow

upon your lovely body?” She's fighting a grin at my playful tone and weird phrasing, and that

ultimately breaks the spell. I smile as I feel her relax against me, and lust replaces the apprehension

on her face.

“I'm sure, Sir. Whatever you choose to do to me, I'm yours.” She closes her eyes as she leans further

into me, but I'm having none of that.

“Open your eyes. I want you to watch what I'm doing to you.” Her lids flutter before she looks at me,

a light smile gracing those sensuous lips. I break eye contact then and concentrate on her body instead.

I love touching her like this, when she's helpless and can't evade me. She's so responsive, arching into

my hands as small sounds escape her. I gently stroke her wax covered tits before I twist her nipples

hard, returning to soft touches as she shudders from the twin spikes of pain. I attack her neck again,

tease her relentlessly with my tongue and lips while I grab her breasts hard. Wax cracks and peels off

in places while she moans, calling to my cock. I could do this forever, but very likely I'd go insane

before long.

A last check at her pussy, and I know she's as ready as she gets. Bella sighs as I let go of her and

reach for the last candle, her eyes seeking out mine. Whatever she sees there makes her relax further

against me. She keeps looking at my face a moment longer before she turns her head to follow the path

of the candle over her body. My hand is back between her legs, only that now I'm reaching lower. She

thrusts her hips hard when I part the twin ropes over her crotch just enough so that I can tease the

entrance of her pussy, but keep the full friction over her clit.

“Are you a good girl, Bella?”

She shudders as she hears the growl in my voice, a silent warning that I expect her to behave.

“Yes, Sir!”

“You know that you have to ask permission before you come?” Once more she shudders, but probably

more due to my finger dipping into her and drawing lazy circles just inside her pussy, driving her

wild.

“I know,” she groans out, the cutest of lines appearing on her forehead as she tries to hold back.

“Do you think you can come when I pour the wax over your tits and cunt?

Come for me?” I whisper into her ear, letting her hear how much the idea of that turns me on. Bella's answer is a loud moan, and I watch with amusement as her breathing picks up further.

“Yes, Sir!” I attack her neck again for a few moments, then prop my chin up on her shoulder the better to see what

I'm doing. Her panting is the sweetest music to me as I scare her a little, pretending to dip the candle

but pulling back before any wax can spill over. I know that under different circumstances she would

call me out on that shit, but she's too far gone now, and anything I do is just adding to her arousal.

Then I decide that she has suffered enough, and let the wax splash into her body – two well-aimed

gushes onto her nipples, the rest onto her lower belly onto the crotch rope so that it spills left and

right down over her pubic mount and labia. At the same time I thrust two fingers into her, fast and as

deep as I can reach.

Bella arches her back and shouts, a hoarse cry full of pleasure, laced with just a little pain to make it

interesting. I feel her whole body shudder as she comes from the onslaught of sensation, beautiful in

her abandon. I set the candle down and thread my fingers through her hair, turning her head to me so

that I can stifle her whimpers with my lips and tongue, while I keep fucking her slowly to draw out

her orgasm.

After a while she stops clenching around my fingers and I slowly withdraw them, but keep kissing her

while I wrap my arms around her for a while, letting her come back down to earth.

Sadly, my cock has other ideas when Bella's bound hands brush against my crotch accidentally. And

so does she, as her fingers are back in an instant, stroking me idly through the soft leather. I grin

against her mouth before I turn my head away and let go of her as I stand up in one smooth motion.

Bella remains kneeling, gazing up at me through her thick lashes. I quickly try to come up with a plan

for what to do, and curse myself for not having a backup idea at hand. But she really surprised me

with her eagerness to try the wax play.

The obvious answer is often the easiest one, and after a moment's hesitation I go for it. A light smile

plays around Bella's lips as she watches me undo my pants and get my dick out. I'm so hard already

that I'm afraid I'll come way too soon, but then she usually has that effect on me in the playroom.

She obediently opens her mouth when I step up to her, and I sneer a “Suck my cock, bitch!” down at

her, which is really unnecessary as she is already closing her lips around it. I can't stifle a groan when

she starts sucking in earnest, her tongue pressed flat against the underside of my dick. I normally love

to let her do the work, but tonight I'm honestly too horny myself, so I grab her hair and start to fuck her

mouth in short hard strokes.

I have to pull out when she starts humming, and as I glare down at her I see her smirking up at me. It's

frustrating to know that she can read me so well now, but then she spends ample time sucking me off.

“Care to tell me what's so funny, slut?”

Not even that can wipe the grin off her face, so I don't wait for her answer, but instead reach down