Girls On Film

by Falconer, Jade

  Chris lit the candle, eyes locked to hers. Almost immediately, a bit of wax began to pool beneath the flame; these candles were specially made for this. He whispered, "Keep your hands where they are." He moved so the candle was several feet above her, and tipped it precisely. A drop of wax fell just to the side of her nipple, and Chris knew the drop would only sting for a moment from that height. He was, in effect, assuring her he knew just what he was doing.

  Jenny whimpered quietly. It was sexy and degrading at the same time, somehow, just the sort of thing that got her off. She arched her back a little, squirming from the sensation. She felt so naked and helpless and it was perfect. He had her already.

  Chris lowered the candle just a little, dripping some more wax on the other nipple. She reacted just perfectly, and he knew just how high he could hold the candle without burning her. He needed to judge how much she wanted.

  The next drip stung more acutely and she gasped, eyes wide. She really didn't know this man, and yet she trusted him to know what he was doing. Nothing was holding her down but the will to submit, but that was strong enough. She wanted this, and he seemed to know just how to provide what she wanted.

  Chris watched her face carefully, judging her pain threshold, and moved to the other nipple, lowering the candle just a fraction more. He dripped again, savoring every sound and movement she made.

  Jenny whimpered again, letting herself sink into the pain. At some level it was indistinguishable from pleasure and she gasped as the sting receded. Her arms were starting to ache from gripping the headboard so tightly.

  Chris was definitely enjoying her reactions, but it also made him anxious for more. Finally he blew out the candle and put it aside. He watched her for a moment, deciding, then walked back to the cabinet. He pulled out a couple of items and brought them back to the bed. "Get up," he instructed, and showed her the items. "Go get cleaned up, take your panties off, and put this in."

  Jenny blushed as she sat up and stood, accepting the lubricant and anal plug. It wasn't a normal plug; attached to it was a long fall of silky synthetic hair, to make it appear like the wearer had a tail. She drew an unsteady breath and disappeared into the washroom.

  When she returned, she was naked except for the garter and stockings, shoes and gloves. And the tail. She kept her eyes down as the "tail" swished silently behind her as she approached him, her face warm with something like delicious shame.

  Chris watched her with approval. While he'd waited he'd put away the cameras and lowered the lights, and removed his shirt. "Turn around, slowly," he instructed. He could see the faint red marks where the wax had dropped, and her blush was lovely.

  Jenny turned slowly, paying close attention to not wobbling on the tall heels. She had never felt so exposed, although she probably had been photographed in more provocative poses. The plug inside her made her body feel invaded, impaled, even though the master was not even touching her yet. He had barely laid a finger on her, in fact. She stole glances at his upper body; his muscles were chiseled and well-defined, yet he was still slender. Her idea of the perfect male body.

  Chris was a very visual person, he had to be; and she made a lovely picture. "On the bed. Hands and knees," he finally purred, enjoying every second of this. He knew the waiting was torture for her, even more so than for him.

  Jenny nodded and walked towards the bed, head held high. She climbed onto it, crawling on her hands and knees to the center of the mattress. She kept her breathing as even as possible. This was all part of the game.

  Chris waited until she was settled, then walked over to the table where the riding crop was sitting. He smiled as he picked it up and approached the bed. She looked even better in that pose, submissive and perfect. He was beginning to ache for her, but the anticipation was what they both wanted.

  Jenny could hear him walking around, but it wasn't until she ventured a glance over her shoulder that she saw the crop. She gasped again and almost unconsciously arched her back, displaying her pale, round ass to its best advantage. She could almost feel the sting of the crop already, and she spread her legs apart more, hoping to entice him to hurry.

  Chris walked closer, savoring every moment of buildup. He stood next to her, and drew the crop slowly down her back, barely touching. He knew what she was doing, whether consciously or unconsciously, but he wouldn't be hurried. He was in charge here.

  Jenny whimpered. She glanced at Chris as much as she dared, admiring his well formed chest. The light touch made her shiver a little in anticipation. She couldn't wait to see the rest of him.

  Chris gazed at her ass for a long moment; the tail was particularly appealing. Then he snapped the crop sharply on the smooth flesh. The sound of leather hitting pale smooth skin was one of the things he liked the most, which was one of the reasons why he liked the crop.

  Jenny lowered her head as she yelped from the sharp sting. Her previous master preferred that she not hold back any reaction. The stripe across her ass stung and burned perfectly, and made her want more.

  Chris continued, laying precise blows over the most tender parts of her ass and thighs. He never overlapped, and raised only faint welts. Soon, though, her pretty backside was crisscrossed with faint pink lines and Chris was more than ready to take her. Some other time he'd do more, test her limits. But he needed her now.

  Jenny could feel a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead, and she was panting hard by the time he stopped. She drew a deep breath and squared her shoulders, mentally preparing for whatever might come next.

  Chris set the crop aside and stepped closer to her head. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her long blond hair and pulled her head back. He loved to pull hair, and hers seemed made for it.

  Jenny looked up at him as her heard was wrenched back. She didn't have to tell this man that she loved being treated like this. That it thrilled her to submit to his strength. Clearly he knew. And from everything he'd done so far, she could tell he knew just how far to take things. She looked into his eyes for a long moment before lowering her eyes again.

  Chris' need rose even higher. He was done playing games now. "What do you want?" he hissed, yanking on her hair.

  Jenny gasped and looked back up at him. "I want you to fuck me," she rasped. "Please."

  With his free hand, Chris unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. "You want this?" he growled, pulling his cock free from his pants. He was fully hard, wet and thick. He pulled at her hair again. "Say it. Beg for it."

  Jenny choked back a sob at the painful yank on her hair. "Please...I want your cock. Please, Chris. Please fuck me," she moaned. She licked her lips at the sight of the cock that would soon invade her. She dragged her gaze up to his handsome face, and moaned at the expression she found there. He looked like a god.

  "You want to be used, like my own personal whore?" Chris purred. "You'd do anything for it, wouldn't you?" She'd followed his every directive. He couldn't wait to be inside her. Her full lips were lovely, and he wanted to fuck her mouth as well, but he didn't want to come that way. Yet. He needed to fill her.

  Jenny moaned again. "Yes, anything. Please...Use me," she begged. She was aching for him now. She would do anything he asked of her, without question. She was too far gone to care about anything else.

  Chris finally released her hair. He walked quickly to the cabinet and pulled out a condom packet. He ripped it open with his teeth and slid it on quickly. He climbed up on the bed behind her, still wearing his pants, and pressed against her. He scratched her back, which was unmarked as yet, and positioned himself. "Say please," he commanded. Humiliation was undoubtedly his biggest kink.

  Jenny shivered a little. "Please," he cried out. She was desperate now. She arched and pressed back against him, trying to get him to hurry and take her.

  Chris couldn't wait any more. He moved the tail out of the way and positioned his cock, then gripped her slender hips. "Brace yourself," he advised, then slammed into her as hard as he dared. It was all he could do not to cry out fr
om the tight hot friction enveloping him.

  Jenny moaned, her fingers gripping the mattress. "Oh god, yesss," she panted. It was just what she needed, and she lowered her head and concentrated on the perfect sensation of being fucked hard and fast. It was her favorite position.

  Chris held her hips almost hard enough to bruise, and he set a brutal pace. He knew they both wanted and needed it this way after all the buildup, and it was all he could do to hold back what he knew was going to be a stunning climax. He would make sure she took her pleasure first.

  Jenny's whole body ached deliciously. The thorough pounding wrought a moan from deep in her throat every time. Her slender body started to tremble and the noises she was making became more desperate.

  Chris leaned forward, running his hands all over her as he fucked her brutally. He wanted to make her feel possessed, powerless, taken. He knew she craved that feeling. He grabbed her hair again, forcing her head back, and growled, "You may come." He wouldn't be far behind.

  Jenny nearly screamed as her muscles spasmed around Chris' cock. A shudder ran through her and she let the powerful orgasm blot out every thought.

  "Fuck," hissed Chris as he felt her get even tighter. He kept thrusting, though, until he couldn't hold back any longer. He came hard, pulsing inside her, and nearly blacked out from it.

  It took all of her strength not to collapse onto the bed. She was panting like she'd just run a marathon, but she stayed as still as she could. He hadn't told her she could move yet.

  Chris finally pulled out, gently removed the plug, and threw away the condom before helping her down to the bed."Are you all right?" he asked softly, brushing her hair away from her face.

  She nodded, her full lips curving into a slightly weak smile. "Yes," she said softly.All right didn't really cover it.

  "Rest," Chris said softly. "Take as long as you need." He was quite glad this was his last appointment for the day. He moved against her, seeking out her warmth.

  Jenny curled against him, sated for the moment. "I don't know, I think we might have to reshoot some of those pictures," she murmured.

  Scott raised an eyebrow and looked down at her. "Oh? Another photo shoot?" He knew he wouldn't mind.

  "Yeah," she replied, smile widening. "But this time leave the camera at home."

  About the Author

  Inspired by the important things in life: beauty, love, and passion, Jade Falconer has spent several years writing erotic fiction. The forbidden nature of homoeroticism has been the basis for many megabytes of fiction that has delighted a wide circle of online readers. Please feel free to visit Jade on MySpace at http://www.myspace.com/jadefalconer.

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