Pushing my hands above my head, she grabs another spool of rope and ties my wrists to the bed frame.
“That OK?” she asks, watching me carefully.
I nod in response.
“What if I were to tie your legs, too?”
“Whatever you want, baby. You gave me a chance, and I’m here to give you anything.” Her eyes widen for a second before she schools her features.
She gets to work on tying my legs, each one to one of the bed posters. The knots are, once again, floppy, but I’m hers, rope or not.
“What’s your safe word?” she asks, making me laugh.
“What? You don’t think I could push you far enough for a safe word.” She pierces me with a glare.
“No. But I meant what I said. Whatever you want, I’m yours.”
“Then give me a safe word.”
“Red.” She nods, satisfied with my response.
She takes a step backward, before slowly unzipping her dress behind her back. That poor excuse of a dress has been driving me crazy since I picked her up. I was dying to get her out of it, but I guess I need to be grateful it’s coming off, one way or another.
She’s not wearing a bra underneath it, so her puckered nipples salute me as the dress pools at her feet. Her pussy glistens with arousal, still swollen from her previous orgasm.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock bobbing in anticipation, dying for her to touch it. “This is torture.”
“This? I haven’t even started.” One side of her lips turns up, her eyes almost black.
“But I’m dying for another taste.” I test my luck.
“Sure.” She shrugs, and my cock twitches with excitement.
She gets up on the bed, my tongue straining for a taste of her tits that are just out of reach. Before I realize what’s happening, she grabs her discarded panties and throws them on top of my face.
“Here’s your taste.” I growl, although it’s not nearly enough. “Anything more, you will have to earn.”
She gets back down and searches the room, her perfect body tempting me with every step. My mind is screaming with lust, my breaths coming in short. I was ready for this. I wanted this, but I need to come so fucking bad.
From the dinner table, she takes the lit candle and turns to me.
“Anything?” she asks.
“Anything,” I respond with bated breath as she approaches, goddess of temptation and desire.
She lays a soft kiss on my lips, expanding my chest before a drop of scorching hot wax drops on it.
“Fuck.” My breath hitches.
“You wanted me in the power position, Mattie. You should have known better.” She teases, and I smile, regardless of the burn on my chest. It’s her, unapologetic and so fully herself, just as I love her.
Kneeling between my tied legs, she lowers her head near my cock before another drop of wax lands, on my stomach this time.
“Shhh,” I start to say but her tongue connects to my dick, licking it from the base to the tip, cutting off my ability to speak. My hips lift involuntarily, and she chuckles.
“Tsk-tsk,” she coos. “You need to earn it, remember?”
Three more drops of wax land on my body in quick succession, making me hiss out.
