by Jo Raven
The surprise of the wet heat made her jolt. She screeched as she jerked but went nowhere. A smile claimed her lips. She loved it. She hummed as I worked my way down but whined in frustration as wax pooled in her belly button and a little lower. I let her savor and react to every drop. Dot. Dot. Dot. Little Puddle. I brought the candle closer to increase the heat sensation and gave a tiny splash right above where I just shaved her. She didn’t scream or cry out, so I take it it wasn’t too intense. She was huffing wildly in arousal now, and that was turning me on. Dot. Dot.
The sad-puppy groan in her throat, her rising and falling chest, her sexy ragged breath, and the swift tongue stroke across her bottom lip, all begged me to trek two inches lower, but I still wanted to hear it. “Mmm, Baby, that cunt wants it, I know. Beg me.”
“Ah, Jason, please drench my cunt in hot wax. Please.”
“Hell yes. Very good, Pet.” I tipped the red candle, and hot goo drenched her yummy, suckable snatch. Her lungs convulsed like she was on the edge of climax and the slightest touch could push her over. I decorated my adorable canvas above and below the waist until she was my personal work of art. I drizzled it up and down the thighs and on the arches of her pretty feet, which deepened her smile. She looked stunning. “Can I take your picture? I just … wanna freeze this moment and show you how beautiful you look later, how worshipful.”
“You really think I’m beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“If you promise, swear to me, that no one else’ll see it?”
“Never. I swear. It’s just for us.” I took some shots of her, then hardened the stiffening wax more with ice cubes. That made her cry out. When the clumps, dots, and waves were as solid as wax can be, I unrolled black garbage bags on either side of her to catch the flakes and scraped it off with a knife. It wasn’t sharp, but still, I didn’t volunteer the fact that I was using the edge of a blade. Mentioning a knife while she’s bound could trip her out. Thankfully, she just enjoyed the sensation of removal and didn’t ask the particulars. I stripped as much as I could and scrubbed her with a dry towel to shed tiny nubbies. Then I used a wet warm towel to clean off any stickiness, then a dry one again. I folded up the garbage bags and set them on my bureau.
Her sexy-X spread begged me to give her more kinky heat. I put her through another round of impact play with a heart-shaped crop, a rubber spatula, and a ruler, patting and bopping her randomly wherever with them.
After that, the softest touches of snaking silk and swiping fir had her humming. This was fun! Time for a celebration. I opened a bottle of bubbles and blew the confetti of iridescent globes all over her bound body, and she became a bundle of shivers as the cool blown kisses from me landed and burst on her warm skin. She giggled and looped my name in a slow melody.
I returned to the heart crop, tapping her puffy bits with a delicate measure. Just brushing it over her clit ever so gently brought her close to climax. I petered off and let her wind down, then came back to deliver more delicate torture.
Once.
Twice.
The third time I left her in excruciating want, she started weeping. She was so malleable right now, so weepy, so hungry, so dependent … so mine.
“You’ve been such a good girl, Shayna. If you wanna come, you’re gonna have to beg.”
“I don’t want to.”
“What? Why the hell not?”
“You’ve been plenty gracious already tonight. I want you to control when and how I have them and make me wait until you believe I can no longer bear it.”
“You want that? That? Why?”
“Because you don’t really, in actuality, own me. I’m not yours. We’re just playing it loose here. But I want to know what it would truly feel like if I were really yours to use, please, deny, and control.”
Fuck. You’re a machete with a candy handle and angel’s wings. I rubbed my face with a huff, annoyed that she was so perfectly subalicious. I wanted to see that pussy writhe, but waiting even longer would make it better for both of us. The put-off will make it extra-explosive. She’ll scream and shudder like never before. “Okay. I’ll make you suffer with longing and not let you come until I damn well feel like it. How’s that?”
“Perfect.”
I untied her at the four corners and yanked her blindfold off. It took me a couple minutes to work out her stiffness, then I joined her in bed and covered her with a blanket and the draping of my affection and countless caresses. “Need anything, sweetheart?”
“No, Jason. Thank you for an incredible journey into bliss.” She scratched my tattoo. “What’s the story with that?”
I always make up shit when asked, but I spilled the truth. “It’s a reminder that beautiful things also have the power to gouge.”
“Oh.” She tensed up as she sighed, then twisted her body so she could reach it and dot it with kisses. “Is that a soul bruise you got?” She followed the coiling vine and sharp thorns with her finger and lips.
I stroked her hair and head. “No, it’s one I never want. Thanks for being such a delicious sub for me, Shayna. What’d you like most?”
She sank back down against my chest, and I kissed her crown. “All of it. I loved the rope restriction, the feel of the hot wax, the soft caresses of the bubbles and rose petals, the impact play you did. It was all great, but my favorite thing was you playing sax on me. It was so beautiful, Jason, like you were pouring yourself out to me. Must drive all the subs crazy with that move, huh?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“No, suppose you wouldn’t.”
“Because you’re the first, the only.”
“Really? You never did that with your full-timers? Why not? That was the sexiest thing.”
I stroked her face. “You just deserved more, more of me I mean, than anyone else ever has, because your worship is sublime, so beautiful and pure. I appreciate the tenderness of your heart and the bowing of your body and soul more than I can even say. I don’t know if you realize this, Shayna, but in that moment, when it was just me and my song, I worshiped you too.”
She propped up on her elbow and looked down at me. Tears spilled and I brushed them away with before they plummeted to my blazing skin. “No, I didn’t know that. Thank you for being so compelled … and for telling me.” She slid her hair behind her ear, bent down with a gentle finger-cradle on my jaw and kissed my lips.
I froze for one second, but I was powerless to resist. I didn’t care about anything other than the taste of her tongue and the feel of her pretty lips on mine. Caving, I ravished her, unable to get enough. We were quickly clutching at skin in a whirlwind of passion and making out like famished beasts. We didn’t stop until we were sweaty, out of breath, and totally spent from sexual frustration. Wound up and hotter than I could stand, I jerked off in frenzy until my pearls were streaming down her neck and in between her hot tits. I made her sweep it all up and suck it off her fingers. Poor Sunshine didn’t get any relief. Nope. Good plan, little girl. Delectable. She’s gonna have to wait.
To be honest, I was somewhat glad to see that little tease suffer for driving me crazy and for breaking down the stone walls I’ve painstakingly constructed. Plus, her next climax was sure to be a mind-blowing show.
CHAPTER NINE
Shayna
I jolted awake to an empty bed, tangled up in Jason’s sheets. Hopefully all my tossing didn’t give him a restless sleep. I glanced at the clock and groaned, then slowly sat up and grabbed my head. I felt woozy … and weird. Our scene last night was fabulous. My blood was still buzzing.
I launched off the bed and searched for him. I couldn’t find him anywhere, not in his little gym, not in the basement. I needed him. I itched to see him. As I came up empty after another look, moisture tingled in my eyes and my chest constricted. I checked the driveway. His car. My too. The backyard. Pool. No Jason. Where the hell was he? My pulse scuttled. I bit my nail. I returned to his bed and tried to calm my frantic heart with deep breaths. I didn’t know what to do, if
it was safe to take a shower or eat without his say-so. I didn’t want to let him down with some screw-up.
To give myself something to do, I called the police to see if they had an update. Maybe I was nervous about that. They had the best news ever actually. He broke into some old lady’s house, and she shot him dead with a shotgun, and there was no thieving ring or other accessories that they could find. He was a lone wolf, just some junkie. He’s dead. He’s dead. No one’s coming after me. I’m safe. I should be relaxed, but my hands trembled like they didn’t get the memo. What the heck was wrong with me? What was going on? I felt so shaken and alienated. Hearing the front door open, I burst out into the living room and started hyperventilating. I bent over.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jason stroked my head and back to help me catch my breath. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. What’s wrong, baby?”
“I don’t ... know. I woke up and couldn’t find you. It … it...” I popped upright and flung my arms around his trunk. “I missed you. I got scared.”
He tossed the Dunkin Donuts box he was holding onto the coffee table. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here. You’re okay. I know you’re still freaked about that mugger. Call the police for an update.” He pulled me back up and stroked my hair.
“Oh ... uh, I did.”
“Good. What’d they say?”
“Um … um, they … don’t have any news. They’ll let me know.” In my guilt, I couldn’t look him in the eye and dropped my gaze to his sexy pecs, packed into a black T-shirt.
“Don’t worry, Sunshine. I’ll protect you. Nothing’s gonna hurt you. I promise.”
“Thanks.” I flopped my forehead against his chest and teared up for blatantly lying, but I feared he’d cast me into some hell without his body in kissable proximity. I couldn’t be away from him! “I’m sorry,” I whispered. Worsening my fear was knowing that after the blazing scene we shared, after the glorious things he’s made me feel since Saturday night, I was still just a temporary fix, baggage to be chucked once we’re done exchanging.
“You’re shaking.”
“I know. I’m a mess. I feel like I’ve lost my mind. I’m so panicky. ”
“It’s okay. Aftercare was a little limited on my part. Maybe that was a mistake. You hit a plane of euphoria but didn’t reach subspace, so I didn’t think much was necessary.”
“I don’t understand.”
“What you’re feeling is totally normal. Spiked anxiety? A desire to be close to the Dom? Don’t worry. It happens, generally after intense play, mind-fuckery, or pain, but I suppose it can happen for any newbies who aren’t used to the delight that kinky play can bring. Some subs I’ve played with have needed more soothing and reassurance the next day or even a few days later. They need reconnection and time and space to normalize or regain their ground. Maybe you just need more time to unwind and express your feelings. It’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Come here, sweetie.” He sat in a recliner, took hold of my fingers and tugged me into his lap. As I curled up with my lips on his neck, he stroked me and whispered crap about me being amazing, beautiful, pure, blah, blah, blah. I wanted him to say I was his. He hadn’t said it in days, probably because he didn’t want me taking it the wrong way. Even when he had said it, it was a Domish thing, not a Jason thing, not a long-lasting, real thing. It was smoke. But it was still the princess-cut diamond to my soul. It was my deepest longing right now. To be his.
Cradling my jaw with his fingers, he nudged my face up and looked into my eyes. “What are you thinking?”
Love. That’s what I’m thinking. That I’m madly, passionately in love you. And I’m stupid for it. I teared up because he was being so sweet. I lost tears.
Clutching my cheeks with both hands, he pressed his forehead to mine. “Shh. Don’t cry, Babydoll.”
“Can’t help it. You’re amazing. I didn’t expect this side of you, Jason. You keep blowing me away and leaving my breathless.”
“All you initially saw was an egotistical pain in the ass?”
“Pretty much … and a hot body. Why don’t you sport this side more often?”
“This wimpy shit?”
“It’s sensitivity and sweetness. It’s not wimpy shit. It makes you a sexier, more well-rounded man.” A man I adore and crave with every cell in my body.
“I like my walls, a barrier between me and my screaming sub fans. If it got out that I’m caring too, I’d have to beat ’em off with a stick.”
“I hope you don’t see me as just another screaming fan.”
“I played sax for you in a scene and on your body. I don’t do that. Ever. It’s sharing too much of my soul. Both my passions? In one move? That’s terrifying. I’ve always had a really hard time being vulnerable and open. I reveal only the pieces of myself that I’m comfortable sharing, but never all of me. So, you’re not some nameless, faceless flower to me.”
“What am I then? I’m not yours. Not really.”
“No. You’re not. I can’t really label you. I’m not sure what you are to me. What do you want to be?”
“You know what I want to be, Jason. The game changer. I want to be the person you finally say, ‘Aw, screw it,’ for.” I searched his face as he glanced off to the side. “But you don’t want that.”
He shook his head, huffing. “I don’t know what the hell I want. I suck at the boyfriend shit, and my kinky Dom detail demands I have no romantic bonds to one woman. I’d never ask anyone to be cool with it. Been there, done that, and it’s not a fair request. I don’t want to lead you on or give you empty promises.”
“Well, I deserve a man who considers me worth the risk, who’d buy the moon or gladly go on a quest if he had to, to be with me, or even just to make me smile. And I know that, so I don’t know why I even care about your snub. You’ve always been very clear that you consider me nothing.”
He huffed and whispered, “God, no … not nothing.”
“You said it, Jason. That we are nothing to each other, not even friends.”
“Yeah, but...”
“Change your mind?”
He closed his eyes and grimaced.
“Yeah, didn’t think so. If you have to work your way up to a different response, then we’re still in Nothingville.”
“I guess,” he sighed. “I just can’t stomach us being nothing. Not anymore. Thinking about a tomorrow without you actually hurts like a boulder to the gut. Can we be, um, friends ... with kink benefits? At least friends?”
I smiled weakly, feeling somewhat better that he gave us a new status. It was paltry, but it was better than nothing. Kink friends. I could deal with that. “Yeah. I’ll take that.”
“Like a smack on the ass?”
“Exactly. I’ll take what I can get.”
“Wanna shower with me before we work? And after?”
“Only if we can race to see which one of us can strip first.”
“You only have two items. I have shoes, a belt...”
“Chicken?”
“No, I am not chicken. Err, whatever. You are on, bitch. Go!”
I dashed through his house, cracking up and stripping as I went. But he hurled me through the air before my panties could slide past my knees and pinned me to the carpet in his room, hands clasping my wrists. Jason had me pinned with his thighs, so he let me go and tore off his shirt.
“Not fair,” I whined.
“Fair? Who’s chicken now, Sunshine?”
Still laughing, I reached down to my hips to shove lace off, and he smacked my hands and my thigh. “Ow. Not me, Asshole.”
“Naughty girl.” He stripped off his belt with a whoosh, half-turned my body with his knees and smacked my ass with the leather.
“Oww!” I went back to giggles as he chucked the belt and then aimed to shred his sneakers and socks. He lost his balance, falling back on his spread fingers, and I took advantage of the break in his hold, swung my leg around past his face, shoved him dow
n and sat on his groin. In the process, I swept my panties off and kicked them off my toes. “Ha. I win.”
“Only ’cause I let you.”
“You wish, Loser.”
Grinning wide, he sat up, then mauled me in a kiss. I wrapped limbs around him. My dirty grind eased his cock out his boxer briefs, and he tugged me as close to his torso as I could get. We rubbed together and rode crudely until we were slumped against each other, holding on for dear life, as we weathered hurricane waves of exhaustion. Our shower was not as wild as that kissing, but it was still gropey, slippery fun.
After downing donuts and coffee, we descended to the basement to work.
Jason’s song takes listeners on a sensual journey, so our dance ended up a mix of contemporary, ballet, and a sultry Argentine Tango near the end. We did another suspension shot of me in fourth arabesque, several sexy lifts, spins and catches in that more energetic heat. My favorite was where I walk away in frustration, then freeze, look back, then turn back and run and leap into his open arms and wrap all my limbs around his body with a koala clutch, ha. When we were able to nail it with enough passion and desperation, he held me for several moments. He breathed deeply and clutched me like he wanted to hold me forever and never let go. This was where I wanted to be forever, so I certainly didn’t mind.
When we finally broke apart and checked the footage, the visible heat in it made my cunt ache. It was magical, sensual, and damn real, certainly not just pretend. Man, we were hot! This was molten gold. The lifts sizzled as art on fire. Our faces said we’d surrendered to a passion we could no longer fight. Outside of the dance, that wasn’t even close to true.
We spent two days working out asses off to get it even more sizzling.
Once he learned the steps I choreographed and perfected them because he was determined to smoke the screen, he emanated raw, panty-melting sex appeal, and I totally knew this would launch his career. He made me forget he wasn’t a trained dancer.