Page 99 of His Atonement
God, I'm so fucking turned on by this I'm half tempted to hop up on the table and sit on his hips until his cock is so deep inside of me I feel it in my throat, but I can't do that, not yet.
It sure as fuck doesn't help that Zan most likely heard that thought though, something I only know by the way he pulls at his shackles and the wordnowas it runs through my head.
But I'm going to wait.
Wait until Zan is ready to fucking explode and then I'll give him what we both want.
I drop a little more wax on his nipple then trail it across to the right one, his rose gold skin blooming red around the liquid as it begins to solidify on his flesh.
Once I'm satisfied with his reaction to the wax, I set the candle down and grab the nipple clamps, a slice of hesitation cutting through my super horny state.
I know how they feel, know how fucking amazing it is to have those clamps on while Zan fucks me hard, but I haven't worn them after having hot wax on my nips, so I'm a little worried it might hurt. Then again, Zan is a demon, one with an affection for pain mixed with his pleasure, so I'm sure using them on him will only enhance things.
Fuck it.
If he wants this to be the most epic session we've ever had then I'm all in, reservations be damned.
Using as much care as I can not to touch him unnecessarily, I lean over him, admire how gorgeous he is briefly before I put on the clamps and tighten them the same way Zan does on me.
He moans loud around his gag, his back arching as far as the restraints allow and I smile. I smile because I did that to him, I made him even hornier than he was before by doing that.
With the chain that will pull them a bit tighter in hand, I move back between his thighs, bite my lip to keep myself from just calling this now and sucking his cock instead, and grab the candle and crop.
"Such a beautiful cock,” I say as I caress it with the riding crop. "Such a beautiful slave."
Zan jerks against his restraints as I drop the wax over his abs then trail it down his left thigh over the already disappearing welts from earlier.
Once both of his thighs are covered in red wax designs, I wait a fraction of a second so he thinks I'm going to do something else, then swat them quickly with the crop while I tug on his nipple clamps andfuck, fucking-A, Zan comes the second I do.
The most guttural roar bubbles up from his chest and tries to break free of the gag as rope after rope of his release mixes with the wax, stains his flawless skin silver and red.
Zan's whole body twitches, every inch of hard defined muscle quivers as he finishes, his massive chest pumping hard while he pants and tries to regulate his breathing.
Holy shit.
Holy shit that was so goddamn hot I don't know if I can wait any longer, don't know if I can hold off before I use the safe word and hop on his dick—which is somehow still hard.
But instead, I take a deep breath, a shaky breath that I try to hide because it is totally an indicator that my restraint is slipping.
I can do this.
I can totally do this.
Whenever I come too soon, if I come before Zan lets me, he punishes me. Usually by sucking his cock so he comes before he lets me do it again—something he knows I hardly consider a punishment—and I can do that.
I will absolutely be the best dominant he'll ever have and then he can fuck me silly because if I don't have him buried inside me real fucking quick I'm going to lose my mind.
So I set the crop and candle back on the tray, walk to the head of the table and lean down by his ear. "I did not say you could come yet, slave." With trembling fingers I lift his head and remove the ball gag. "Should I punish you for your defiance? Punish you for disobeying your master?" The way his lips quirk ever so slightly tells me Zan is hoping for a punishment. It tells me despite coming the way he did, he's glad for it because he knows where it's going to lead. "You may speak."
"Yes, master." That sexy accent is full of so much gravel my entire body heats. "Yes, master, you should punish me for my disobedience."
"So be it." This close I can see little hooks bolted to the table on either side of his neck, a place where I could use another strap and bind his throat, keep his head flush against the table and maybe if the opportunity presents again I'll do that, but right now, right now I'm so fucking turned on that I am desperate for some kind of relief, so it'll have to wait. If I don't do something about my pussy, don't punish Zan in the way he's hoping, I might just go insane.
Heart racing, pussy dripping, I climb onto the table, place a knee on either side of his chest and look down at my entire world.
Sometimes it's hard to fathom that Zan is mine, hard to wrap my head around the fact that this gorgeous, sexy, sweet but infuriating man is completely mine and I have to wonder what I did to get so lucky.
Which is why I reach behind me and grab the chain for the nipple clamps then scoot higher so my knees are on either side of his head, the toes of my stilettos digging into his biceps and lift just enough so my pussy is level with his face.
