Her body shook with need as she watched the shadows and light flicker off his muscular bare chest. Lucky for them there was a good breeze and the bugs were not bad down by the briskly flowing creek. Lucky for her, especially, because he had her bound by all four limbs to the trees in the little copse they’d trysted in before by the creek.
She lay spread on a thick blanket, soft rope fixing her ankles and wrists to the nearby trees so that she was spread-eagle for his pleasure, or torture as the case may be.
“Remember, no talking unless I ask you a direct question. I’m giving you grace for that utterance, but I’ll have to punish you, sweet little sub, if you speak again without permission.”
She nodded and glanced nervously at the gym bag he’d just unzipped. Her lips trembled as he rifled around in it. He glanced up at her and smiled when she made a point of pressing her lips together. She pleaded with him nonverbally but didn’t shake her head or make a sound.
“That’s my good girl. I guess I’ll leave the gag in the duffel for now.” He removed several other things from the bag but placed them behind it so she couldn’t see what he’d brought with him.
He rose and circled until he stood between her spread, naked thighs. The smile on his face was a heart-pounding combination of lust, dominance, and control. She could tell just how much he was enjoying himself by that smile and the tremendous bulge at the fly of his jeans. He knelt to check the restraints at her ankles, slipping a finger in to make sure they weren’t cutting off her circulation.
“I have you right where I want you. Don’t I?” He glanced at her, but she caught herself and didn’t say a word. He smiled at her. “Do you like being tied up outside? You can answer with a nod or shake of your head.”
She nodded slowly with a definite up-and-down motion. Oh, do I ever!
“The breeze feels good on your bare skin. You feel even more naked, don’t you?”
Another nod.
His callused palm rode up her inner thigh, straight to her pussy, and covered it with his palm for a few seconds. He lightly flicked the clothespins again, and she shuddered at the zing that shot from her nipples to her clit and back again.
“You especially like the breeze blowing on your open pussy. It makes you hotter and wetter even though it’s relatively cool down here.” His hand felt hot on her tingling flesh as he just barely touched her.
She nodded again.
He looked around into the darkness surrounding them. The music of the creek was the only sound she could hear besides her pulse and his regular breathing. “It’s so dark tonight. We’d never know if someone snuck up on us and watched while we play.”
She tried hard not to thrust her pussy against his hand at the thought. Her cunt ached for him to increase the pressure against her clit, to fill her, but she knew she’d have to wait. Maybe quite a while, in fact.
“You’re creaming for me at the thought, aren’t you? You may answer with a nod.”
Her response was not as smooth as before as she answered affirmatively. She trembled all over.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Verbally tell me your safe word. Remember my instructions.”
“Rainbow, sir. It’s rainbow.”
He’d told her she could have her choice of calling him sir, master, or just plain Boone. He explained that he didn’t worry about high protocols but wanted to help her stay in the proper mind frame. She’d called Morgan her master and felt uncomfortable calling Boone by the same title, but Boone was too informal for times like this. She thought about calling him liege but was afraid she might earn punishment for her glibness.
“Good, Maya. Use it if you need to.”
She remained still, and he smiled with pleasure and stroked her pussy lightly one last time.
He retrieved a clear plastic bottle from his collection beside the bag and began smoothing clear oil up and down her thighs in a thin layer. His hands massaged and rubbed in smooth strokes, and she imagined he could see her pussy dripping and gleaming in the dim lights surrounding them. The thought made her pussy swell even more. He worked his way up, avoiding her pussy altogether, and oiled her abdomen, chest, arms, and saved her aching breasts for last.
He massaged them gently until an orgasm began to coil distantly within her and her pussy clamored to be filled. Without warning he removed one clothespin and soothed the nipple with his warm tongue as she moaned at the sensation. That nipple felt twice its normal size as he released it. She would’ve covered the other with her hands, knowing what came next but couldn’t because of the restraints. She hissed as the pin was released, and he gently soothed her other nipple with his mouth as well.
“Good girl,” he said as he released it and sat up.
Boone returned to the gym bag and pulled out a white jar candle and lighter, and she wanted to jump up and do a victory dance. Morgan had asked once if she wanted to try wax play, and she’d said yes, but they’d never gotten around to it. She remembered hearing a friend in San Marcos talk about experiencing it at a club in Austin. The dazed, dreamy look in her friend Charlotte’s eyes as she’d recounted the experience had convinced Maya that it was something she wanted to try eventually.
Boone rose to stand away from her and lit the candle and dropped the lighter back in the bag. This must’ve been why he’d placed an old sheet over the blanket before having her lie down on it. For a minute he tested dribbling the wax on his own bare arm, getting an idea of the distance he’d need to hold the candle at in order for the drips to cool enough before striking her skin so she didn’t burn. She stretched and relaxed her muscles, contented that he was looking out for her well-being.
He turned to her and said, “This candle burns cooler than a taper would. Use your safe word if you need it. I’m very serious. I don’t want you blistered.”
He dribbled a bit of the wax on her instep, starting at a less sensitive area. The heat, in contrast to the cool breeze made her gasp, but it didn’t burn.
“Maya. For this exercise you may not speak, but you can make all the noise you want. You may nod or shake your head to any of my questions.”
Maya nodded and mewed softly, anticipating the next drip on her calf as he moved up her leg. The drip was warm and cooled quickly on her skin.
“A little closer, maybe?”
Maya nodded, and he lowered the candle a minute degree. He created a crisscross pattern up and down her thighs adjusting the height of the candle and checking periodically that the drips were not too hot. Her skin beneath the wax pattern felt even more sensitive as the breeze blew over her and cooled each hardening ribbon.
He kept the wax completely away from her pussy, and she wasn’t entirely sure if she was happy or sad about that. He had a good control on the temperature of the wax as he dripped it on her, and she was curious what the splash of heat would feel like on her clit, but she held her tongue. Boone watched her expression closely as he continued, a smile on his face.
“Close your eyes, baby. In case there are splatters.” She obeyed immediately, and not seeing where he was headed increased her sensitivity and excitement.
He moved upward from her thighs to her arms and created a matching pattern there then proceeded to decorate her abdomen and torso. She gasped in pleasure as he painted her breasts in wax moving in a circular pattern, drawing inward, closer and closer to her nipples. Her breasts felt like they were swelling, and her nipples peaked tightly as the wax landed closer and closer to them. She bit her lip and moaned as he switched to the other without dribbling any on her nipples. The scent of vanilla wafted lightly on the breeze.
“You’re being a good girl, Maya. So still while I paint you. I wish I’d brought my camera so I could take your picture once I finish. Next time I’ll be better prepared and have candles intended for wax play in different colors. You could be a piece of living art, and I’ll take your picture to keep and enjoy forever.”
Her pussy pulsed at the thought, and she moaned and nodded. I’d love that. With every word of his mo
uth he made love to her as though he were touching her.
The dribbles circled and drew closer and closer to her nipples, and she panted trying to stay still. She kept her eyes closed and wanted to scream as he took his time.
“Have I told you how much I love your beautiful body?”
Yes, baby, but tell me again.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, trying to express that sentiment without words.
“The lovely swell of your ass, right at your hips, begs for my kisses and nibbles. The backs of your knees and your ankles want my caresses. The shape of your breasts is so round and perfect, and just the right size to overflow my hands as I hold them when I take you from behind. And your nipples…” The wax dribbled in little splats directly on her left nipple then stopped as she vocalized.
“Oh…” Her voice trailed off, knowing she was perilously close to speaking. She bit her lip to keep herself from going further. Where they were right now was too precious to her to risk changing the mood with punishment. Not that punishment from him would be all bad.
“Close, baby. Good recovery. This is our first time playing and I’m feeling very magnanimous. Where was I?”
At my nipples. My nipples! Somehow she kept from arching her back in offering to him. A ball of tension grew inside her, centering in her pelvis. He hadn’t forbidden her from coming, but he had from speaking, so she remained mute, knowing she was very close to one or the other.
“Ah, yes. Your nipples. I could lick these perky little nipples for an hour.”
The wax dripped down in heavy beads directly on the extra sensitive tips, and her lips parted in a wail. He crossed over to the other nipple and gave it the same warm attention.
“Yes, baby. I want to hear you. I love the sounds you make.” As he said it, she felt the trail of wax slowly move to the center between her breasts and begin to descend warmly down her midline, headed straight for her slit.
Oh, God! Would he?
Her eyes were closed, but she heard him change position as he stepped on the sheet between her knees. The wax trail slowly continued its course down her center and over her abdomen. Tension redoubled in her body and her orgasm boiled seismically inside her. Inches, only inches remained until the wax landed on her clit. Closer and closer. Her hands fisted and her eyes squeezed shut tightly. Wax pooled just barely above her mound before spreading in rivulets to her hips, and she tilted her hips, poised and ready to explode.
She heard a barely perceptible puff and a scream flew from her throat as Boone’s hot mouth descended ravenously on her pussy. His tongue, his lips, and then his fingers were everywhere all at once. The muscles in her thighs seized as she pulled on her restraints, and her orgasm erupted inside of her with such intensity that stars and static filled her brain.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find that her restraints were gone, as well as the dried wax and the old sheet. She now lay wrapped in Boone’s arms, breathing normally and covered with a small, fuzzy throw blanket.
“You shivered a bit after I removed all the wax from your skin. How do you feel?’
“Incredible.” She snuggled closer to him, and he drew her into a snug little ball against him and held her securely. “Did I faint?”
Boone’s smile was so warm and tender she nearly cried as she looked into his dark eyes. “Yeah, you were out for just a couple of minutes. I’ve never enjoyed a scene more than this one, tonight. You’re amazing.”
“You were great with the wax. It never got so hot I couldn’t handle it.”
“You have a couple of red streaks I want to check later.”
“Great improvisation, Boone. I enjoyed it very much. How about you? Did you want to continue…sir?” She hesitated for a second. Maybe she should’ve been calling him sir and responding the way a sub should? She bit her lip.
Boone smiled and smoothed her brow with his fingertips. “No worries, little sub. I like that your thoughts right now are about pleasing me. But like I said, the way you submit means more to me than mere words. Right now I just want to make love with you. I was a bit tense about the wax play.”
“Well, I don’t have any experience with it prior to tonight but I loved it. You know I love being restrained, too.”
She pushed off the blanket, and he sat up to check a spot on her thigh and another on her inner arm. A faint red streak remained, but the areas didn’t hurt at all. He lifted her arm and kissed the spot and then kissed the other red mark on her thigh.
“I hope I didn’t blister you. I don’t want to mar your skin.”
“I think it’ll be fine. I have another spot you can kiss,” she murmured with a chuckle.
Boone responded with a husky growl, dove on top of her and tickled her lightly as he worked his way down her body. She wiggled in his arms until he stopped tickling and instead pressed kisses in a hot, moist path between her breasts down to her abdomen and beyond.
“Oh, yes.” She arched her back and sighed with pleasure as his lips and warm tongue licked at her pussy again. She reached down to feather her fingers through his short, sandy-brown hair and shuddered deliciously at the prickle of his short beard against her sensitive, bare pussy.
He licked in leisurely fashion as though he planned to stay there all day and grinned at her from between her thighs when she started to sound particularly needy. Her pussy convulsed and demanded to be filled, not teased.
Maya caressed his cheek and whispered, “Boone, please. I need you.”
Boone released her hips and sheathed his cock. He prowled over her, kissing here and there, leaving a damp trail of her juices from his lips until he reached her throat. He kissed and suckled on her earlobe before shifting so he could gaze in her eyes. The teasing was over, and his eyes shone with love and desire. The Dominant from earlier was replaced by a vulnerable, loving man.
“I love you. I need you, too,” he whispered as he settled on top of her and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that she thought might melt her bones, it was so sweet and intense.
Normally, Boone was her intense, almost forceful lover, and she liked that about him. He enthralled her now, stroking her gently with his tongue and his fingers until she thought she might cry from the tenderness of his touch. She knew Boone was vastly capable of this kind of emotional lovemaking, but it still floored her to be on the receiving end of it.
His breathing was deep and regular as he held her down with his solid, muscular body and kissed back down between her breasts and then back up the other side of her throat.
“You’re everything to me, baby. Everything. I love you so much it makes my heart ache.”
Tears streamed from her closed eyes at his loving words, and she held tightly to him as he positioned his cock and surged between her legs, filling her with his cock.
“God!” Maya whimpered, throwing back her head as she came on his first thrust, so gently like a warm wave lapping easily over her.
“Yes, baby. I love making you come. So perfect for us.”
His big body was powerful, majestic as he moved fluidly with her, his muscles rippling in the lantern light. She felt like one big throbbing, fluttering heartbeat as he made love to her with slow, methodical abandon, his pace increasing gradually. She locked her legs around his waist and held on as another orgasmic wave pitched over her.
Her voice shook with emotion as she whispered, “Boone.”
He trembled as he held her tightly and growled low in his chest, thrusting so deep and gentle she swore he touched her heart with his last strokes before he came. His cry was deep and vulnerable-sounding. He pressed his lips against her collarbone and shuddered as he thrust one final time. She clung tightly to him as they caught their breath.
Crickets chirped all around them as they recovered in each other’s arms. He lifted his head from her shoulder, and she thought his eyes were a little shiny and red as he brushed the tears from her cheeks.
His lips trembled almost imperceptibly before he said, “I’m lost without you, Maya. You fill my heart.
”
They snuggled for a long while, bundled tight together under the throw blanket, and listened to the creek and the sound of the night all around them.
Chapter Twenty-three
Maya yawned as she stood in the master bathroom of her house in San Marcos. She and Boone had only gotten four hours of sleep the night before, after arriving back home. Boone had held her in the back seat and let her nap as promised while Richard and Kendall did the driving.
She was placing the rest of her cosmetics and toiletries in a case when she heard Boone call out to Kendall and Richard. There was something about his conspiratorial tone and his location that had her peering around the doorframe and listening to them as they talked quietly. They were in the room she kept all her toys in, packing it up because she didn’t want the movers touching such personal items. She heard a slight, telltale crackle that brought a smile to her face. They’d found it.
ZZzzz! “Shit! Fucker! Warn me first!”
She had to put her hand to her lips to stifle her laughter.
Boone murmured, “I put it on the low setting, you big pussy.”
“Fuck you. You try it,” Kendall retorted, and she promptly heard another short ZZzap!
Before they could break her expensive violet wand or kill any desire to play seriously with her precious toy, she strode down the hall and into the room.
Boone had confessed the previous evening at The Dancing Pony that he’d never handled one before, so she figured none of them knew how pleasurable an experience it could be.
Smiling, she held out her hand for the wand. Kendall switched it off looking like he was afraid she was mad at him.
“Unbutton your shirts and untuck them.”
Boone’s eyes flared, but he complied immediately and the other two followed, looking like they didn’t want to miss out on whatever Boone was going to get to experience. It made her feel good that they trusted her.
She flipped the power switch and adjusted the setting as the glass electrode lit up with a pale violet fluorescent glow. “This is a violet wand. If you like the pain of a mild shock that’s how you would use it, merely touching it to body parts you wanted to feel the charge. That’s not why I have one. It induces very pleasurable sensations when applied using different indirect techniques. Morgan never used this to shock me and I don’t want you to either. I’m not going to do that to you because I’m not a sadist. I’m just going to show you what else it can do.”
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