by K. R. Haynes
“Beautiful,” he growled approvingly.
He watched a faint whisper of a smile curve her lips.
With a feather-like caress he skimmed his fingertips over her bare flesh. Goose bumps rose where his fingers travelled. Tracing an invisible line on the outer edge of her pussy, Chloe moaned softy from his teasing touch. She was damp but nowhere near wet enough for him. Although Randall knew once he was done with the wax play, Chloe would be more than wet, more than ready for him. She would be saturated with her own juices.
Lifting the candle up to her line of sight, in a mellow, husky voice he spoke to her. “Little girl, you are mine tonight, to play with when I want, how I want. Tonight, you have given the beauty of your body and yourself over to my care. To honour your courage and your strength, I have a pleasurable way to show you how much you have pleased me with your growth as my submissive.”
Tilting the candle sightly, he watched the small amount of cherry-red wax drip onto her awaiting flesh.
Chapter Forty-Three
Chloe hissed out from the heat of the warm wax caressing her skin. She heard Randall’s deep, husky voice whispering over her as he continued to address her. “If at any time tonight you feel overwhelmed or you want me to stop, you say your safe word. Other than that, little girl, I want you to remain still and quiet. Your eyes are to remain only on me the entire time. You may moan and pant to your heart’s content. You will not come unless given the command to do so. Then and only then you may scream and cream all you want.” He smirked down at her.
Chloe nodded her head to answer him, too lost to the pleasure of the pain the small amount of wax Randall had dribbled onto her chest caused to find her voice. She did what he had commanded her to do, remain still and silent with her eyes on only him. He tipped his hand again. A thin river of cherry-red wax dribbled from the candle. The warm wax hit her left breast first. A small hiss escaped her lips from the delicious heat hitting the delicate skin of her breast. She didn’t have time to adjust to the heat of the wax on her skin before more wax trickled onto the flesh of her other breast.
The heat of the wax was intense, but not uncomfortable though. When Randall dribbled a thin layer of warm wax over both her taut nipples, the action had her moaning loudly. Her body was overstimulated by the pain and the pleasure it all caused her. A warm, buzzing feeling settled low in her abdomen. Moisture pooled at the entrance of her pussy. God, why hadn’t he done this to her before now? And how in the hell did this man know this was exactly what she needed tonight? Chloe found herself thinking.
More wax spilled onto her wanting flesh. A thin river of cherry-red wax ran from her chest down to her navel. Over and over again, he covered her skin in thin ribbons of heated wax. Glancing down her body quickly to sneak a peek at his artwork, her body had become his canvas. She was stunned, her skin, her body, his masterpiece. It was simply beautiful. “Jon.” His name fell from her lips in awe of what he done to her.
Hearing him growl at her for speaking his name and for not keeping her eyes only on him, Chloe instantly closed her lips tightly together and stared up into his eyes. Eyes so dark they were no longer sky blue, but navy in colour.
Gorgeous would be the word to describe him, standing there concentrating on the wax masterpiece he was creating on her skin. His bare, chiselled chest was dusted in a light layer of dark-blond hair, his skin tanned from the afternoon sun. His mop of dark-blond hair was clipped shorter at the back and slightly longer toward the front, dampened from sweat caused by the heat of the candles.
She itched to scrape her fingernails down his bare chest, along his torso. To run her fingertips through his hair. Seeing out of the corner of her eye his straining bulge pressing against the denim of his jeans had her licking her lips. The need for a taste of his essence spilling onto her tongue had her groaning at the longing for him to do more to her now.
It was like he had read her mind or something. Suddenly the heat of the wax no longer dribbled onto her skin. His talented fingertips traced idle patterns across her inner and outer thighs. She inched her legs slightly apart, needing him to touch, to take the most heated part of her body, her overheated core. The buzzing feeling in her abdomen grew. More moisture spilled from her hidden depths.
If she had permission to speak Chloe would have begged him long ago to take her. To fill her with his hard, engorged cock. Begged him to possess every inch of her body with his. She loved Randall with all of her being. Right then the three words Chloe wanted to utter to him were on the verge of falling from her lips. The only reason they didn’t fall was because a hard smack to her outer thigh made her mind go completely and utterly blank.
Chapter Forty-Four
Letting his hand come back down on her outer thigh with a resounding smack, Randall smirked at the sight of the rosy handprint left behind on her skin. “I said be still, little girl. Move again and you will be punished,” he warned her.
Watching, waiting for her to react to both his tone and his command, Randall was impressed by Chloe’s self-control. Advising her to control her breathing and not to come, he resumed stroking her flesh with his fingertips.
He could feel her body vibrating beneath his touch. She was so on edge and so close to going over. One caress over her clit and she would probably explode for him. No, not yet. He needed her more on the precipice of her own desire, to make her feel more. He wanted her to surrender to him completely, without her first thinking about doing it.
His fingertips skimmed a path past her outer lips of her pussy and up and around her navel then to her taut, wax-covered nipples. As he flicked the tight little wax-covered buds, Chloe arched her back off the table, moaning. He rewarded her with a “Good girl” remark when she didn’t cry his name out loud, even when he could see the word spinning around in her head. Her eyes were locked on to his, silently begging him for the release her body was craving. Shaking his head no, she whimpered. Such a beautiful sound it was, too.
More, he needed more of her whimpers and soft little moans.
And he wanted more of her juices flowing from her pussy before he would even consider letting her come.
A taste, he needed to taste her before he claimed her as his tonight.
Tonight was for Chloe, not for him.
It was about seeking out her pleasure. He wanted and needed to see it, hear it and feel it.
Leaving one hand to torment her hard nipples, his other hand delved between her legs. “Open,” he commanded to her. Chloe slowly inched her thighs apart. “Further, little girl. I want to see what belongs to me. I want to see my wet pussy.”
Fuck. The sight of her juices pooling at the entrance of her pussy had him nearly coming himself. “Beautiful, precious,” he whispered to her. His fingers danced across her bare folds, something she had done for him recently. “I love you bare, precious. So sexy, so beautiful. I want you always like this.” His fingers traced an outline around her bare cunt. “Always bare, always wet for me.” Lifting his fingers to his mouth, he sucked them dry, groaning at the taste of her sweetness on his tongue.
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Chloe moaned at his words and from his diabolical touch.
God, she needed him inside her, now.
She had pleaded to him with her eyes, with her whimpers earlier. Nothing, not a thing persuaded him to take what he kept on saying was his. And she was his to take, yet he refused to take, just tease.
So close, Chloe knew she couldn’t hold back the impending orgasm for much longer. She was going to shatter with or without his command and soon.
Staring up at him, pleading once again with her eyes, she felt his fingers slide into her wetness. Whimpering at the sensation of him finally filling her with something, she didn’t care at this point if it was his fingers or his engorged cock filling her. Her pussy ached to be filled, ached to hear his command for her to come.
No sooner had she thought the words than Randall uttered them to her, his voice husky, laced with his own arousal and need, his fingers s
till thrusting deep into her weeping core as he spoke. “Come for me, little girl. Come hard for me. I want to hear you scream my name, Chloe.”
Her body exploded on his command. Her whole body shook. Her pussy wept with her release. His name fell from her lips a thousand times. Her orgasm never seemed to want to end. Randall kept his fingers thrusting in and out of her, prolonging her release.
Her breathing sounded too loud to her own ears. Her heart raced like she had just ran a marathon.
God, what this man did to her. What he was able to make her feel. There were no words to describe the sensations coursing through her now and during the lead-up to her climactic ending of her own orgasm he had given her.
Randall. Jon Randall. He was her man, her Dom, her heart. Chloe knew she would always surrender herself completely to him. Always.
Hearing Randall’s guttural voice penetrate through her orgasmic haze, saying how he needed to be inside her, how he needed to feel her stretching around his cock, had more moisture dripping from her already sensitive core. Glancing up at him, Chloe could see that he had already disposed of his jeans and stood butt naked before her. With a hand gripping the base of his cock he held it at her lips. Running her tongue over the slit and gathering up his essence, she moaned at the taste of him. When she tried to lift her head up so she could encase her lips around him, Randall stepped back from her and shook his head.
He stood still in front of her, stroking his hardened length. “Tell me how much you want my cock inside of you, little girl. Tell me how much you need to feel my possession of you. And I might grant you permission to feel me deep inside of you,” Randall all but grunted out to her as he continued to stroke himself in front of her. Chloe groaned at hearing his little speech.
Licking her suddenly dry lips, she peered up at him through lowered lashes. Her voice was more of a pant when she answered him. “Sir, please, I need to feel you filling me, possessing me. Please, Jon, I positively ache for you, Sir, only you.”
Her eyes watched him as he continued to stroke himself. She licked her lips again, causing him to growl down at her. He bent forward and took her lips in a hard, demanding kiss, plunging his tongue deep inside her parted lips on her sigh.
Not breaking their kiss, Randall manoeuvred himself in between her parted legs. Chloe felt his dick at her slick entrance and braced herself as he forged deep inside her. They both moaned against each other’s lips from the exquisite sensation his entrance caused. She couldn’t help but squeeze his cock hard with her inner muscles. He reached across her and twisted her nipples with his fingertips. She cried out and arched her back to get closer to his touch. Releasing her swollen lips from his, he then filled his mouth with one of her taut buds. The wax had long ago been removed. How or when? She had no clue.
As Randall continued to pump his cock deep into her core with such intensity, it created a wickedly incredible friction on her innermost sensitive tissues of her pussy. It was almost unbearable to the point that Chloe was so close to going over she could feel the plunge into ecstasy coming at her hard and fast. His warm, sweat-covered body covered hers as he leaned over her. His lips moved from her lips to her breasts then to her nipples then back up her neck to nibble at the sensitive skin below her earlobe. Over and over his lips caressed, sucked and nibbled at her skin until her she tingled all over.
His fingers trailed down her stomach and delved in between her legs to her hard clit. He rubbed and teased the tight bud with the pad of his thumb. The action had her instantly thrashing around on the table. The sensations he gave her and made her feel were becoming increasingly more difficult to contain within her being. She needed to come again, now.
Her nipple popped free from his mouth and he stared down at her. Finally, he said the words she had been dying to hear. “Come now, Chloe. Come for me, little girl.” Lifting her legs up onto his shoulders, he thrust his hips forward, pushing into her as deep as he could go. “Take me with you, Chloe,” he grunted out to her.
Chloe gripped his forearms with her hands and squeezed her internal muscles around his plunging cock. She let go then, taking Randall with her. Her name fell from his lips, just as his name left hers. The feel of his warm cum releasing inside of her set her body on fire. She shivered from the intensity of their combined orgasm. She was both breathless and sated from his lovemaking.
Lifting her head slightly, she meshed her lips with his, kissing him deeply to show him how much tonight meant to her. As their lips moved and rubbed against each other, their tongues mingled and danced together in their own duel.
When Randall slid free from her slick, swollen pussy their combined releases spilled from her core and ran down her thighs. She gazed up at him through hooded lids as he cupped her face in his hands. She could smell the scent of their combined arousal on his fingertips.
He said to her, “Thank you, precious. You were beautiful in your surrender tonight, Chloe.”
His words of approval gave her a warm thrill. Her gift to him tonight, her total surrender to him, was something she knew Randall not only wanted but also needed from her. And it meant the world to her that she was able to give herself so freely to him without a second-guessing it.
Randall helped her up from the table, and her legs shook as she stood her weight on them. He easily gathered her up into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. Turning the shower on and stepping inside, he stood her under the warm water and began washing her from head to toe and everything in between. Chloe couldn’t help but smile at the feel of his hands once again worshipping her body, just like they used to before the attack. She sighed in happy contentment. Finally things were getting back to normal.
Chapter Forty-Five
With Chloe sitting quietly at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, thoroughly sated, Randall went about making them both a midnight snack. Their dinner was somewhat delayed due to him having her again in the shower, then up against the bedroom wall. He had already come to the conclusion that he would never get enough of her. It wasn’t possible to sate the beast inside of him that longed to possess every delicate inch of her body.
He glanced over his shoulder at her sitting there with her long, damp, caramel locks pulled back in a low ponytail. She might as well be buck naked for what little the shirt she wore of his did. Why she was wearing the thing in the first place, he had no clue. Hell, his sassy little minx hadn’t even bothered to button up any of the buttons on the front of the shirt, leaving it hanging wide open and exposing herself to his gaze. Randall had a perfect view of the outer edges of her full, luscious breasts, and her nipples were only just covered, and no more, by the soft cotton material of his shirt. If she were to move just slightly he’d be able to see her rosy little buds as well.
He smirked at that thought alone.
God, he didn’t think he could go another day without wanting to see her, taste her or touch her. His cock was already standing to attention in want for her, all from the way she looked now.
Cursing to himself, Randall refocused on the job at hand, making them both something to eat. Being that he wasn’t that great in the kitchen it needed his whole concentration to make something, well, at least edible.
Hearing Chloe tiptoe over to him a few minutes later, Randall glanced over his shoulder at her as she slipped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulders blades. “Want some help, babe?” she asked him.
“Nuh, I’m all done.” Turning around in her arms, he dropped a kiss to her forehead, and then shoved a plate in her hand. “Here, go sit down and eat before I lose my ever-loving mind and take you on the kitchen floor.”
She cheekily grinned up at him before turning to walk back to her seat. Unable to resist the temptation of his hand on her bare ass, from the flash of skin she gifted him when she turned away, Randall smack her hard on her rear end making her yelp. “Hey, what was that for?”
Raising an eyebrow at her, his hand itched to smack her ass again for questioning him on his action. “Do I
need a reason, lover, to feel your heated flesh underneath the palm of my hand?”
“I guess not. Still, you’re not playing fair, Jon.”
“Who said anything about being fair, precious? Fair would be you fully clothed not parading around all but buck naked.”
Doing a twirl for him, she asked him, “You don’t approve of my outfit then?”
“That right there, precious,” he said, pointing at his shirt she had on, “is not an outfit. Now eat.”
Taking her seat, Chloe silently dug into the BLT sandwiches he had made for her. Randall got the impression it took Chloe a lot to bite back the sassy remark wanting out, just from the look on her face. Chuckling to himself at her show of self-control, he sat down beside her and silently ate while sneaking sideways glances at her.
He knew the moment he had been caught watching her. Chloe’s unsubtle move of dropping her half-eaten sandwich onto her plate and the wary glare she threw his way spoke for itself. He had been caught red-handed staring at her. How, could he not stare at her? She was beautiful, sexy, and an intelligent woman, who had the one of the sassiest of attitudes he had ever encountered in a woman. Her sassiness could make his dick harder than stone, and his desire to possess her in every conceivable way known to mankind his obsession. Plus, she was all his. “What?” she demanded of him.
“What do you mean what?”
“Well, you keep staring at me and, well, it’s kind of making me nervous.”
“You don’t like my eyes on you, precious?”
“No, it’s not that at all. It’s—oh, never mind.” Picking up the half-eaten sandwich, Chloe took a massive bite. Randall continued his perusal of her as he finished of his sandwich, knowing full well Chloe could feel the heat of his stare on her.
A thought occurred to him then. The gift. His gift for her, the one he hadn’t gotten around to giving to her as of yet.