By the time Callan pulled back, Mason's head was whirling and she wished she'd said fuck first and play later. She needed him. The shaky breath she took made him laugh.
"Yeah, and now I need a steady hand.” He ran his finger under her thong and slid it inside her, drawing the wetness he gathered on it, and held it to her lips. "This is what you do for me, you know, and it's perfect. Lick."
She opened her mouth, tasting of her own arousal. Slightly salty, and a certain special scent she couldn't define. Similar to what he tasted like.
"Right, let's go and show the world how perfect you are." Callan pulled her close and led the way back into the play area. Over to one side, Sean had lit several candles, their flames sure and steady. Jane stretched out on a firm mattress, slightly angled to show the audience where and how the wax would land. She winked as they walked past. Behind Jane stood another man dressed in tight fitting leather trousers and a short jerkin.
"That’s Ryan. He's one of the owners. It's his turn as Dungeon Master and overseeing tonight for us all."
Mason clenched her inner muscles. She daren't even look at Ryan, she was so wound up. It was all she could do not to run about and shout her happiness to the world. Instead she kept her head bowed, and followed the direction Callan's legs took.
Over to her right, the smell the wax, unscented but that special aroma associated with candles, assailed her, and closer by, the tangy citrus scent she knew was Callan's hit her hard.
He stopped and she risked a peak.
"Lie face up, love. I want you to see what happens."
He nodded to a similar mattress to the one Jane was on, except this had a larger cushion for her head. It wasn't as tilted, and perhaps not as prominent as the one Jane and Sean were using. For that Mason was thankful, she'd like to walk before she ran.
There was a step for her to use as Callan helped her up and positioned her as he wanted. "I'm going to fasten you for your own safety. You can safe word any time. Remember you're in charge here. We stop on your say so. But for that first little sting, I'd rather you not be able to jump up or jerk into the flame."
So would she. As much as she loved that that specific pain, she was uncertain how she'd react with people watching. It was a big step for her to take, and she didn't want to let Callan down. Not that he'd ever say she had, but Mason wanted everything to be as perfect as possible. Mason held herself rigid as Callan fastened her legs, and then her arms, down against the legs of the table.
"Relax, love. It's supposed to be enjoyable, not a visit to the dentist." He stroked her softly from neck to ankle until she relaxed.
"Ha, I like my dentist. He looks like a certain handsome dark-haired film star I appreciate. Now if you'd said a smear test, I would be gone."
"I'll remember that. Are you still green?"
"Oh yes. In more ways than one, Sir." She grinned to show she wasn't bothered, and he chuckled.
"Ah, well let's rectify that now. It's our turn. Just relax and embrace the pain. Remember, it'll sting and then spread into something amazing. Ryan will compare for us like he did Sean and Jane."
Mason had forgotten there were other people around, she’d been so focused on Callan. He took hold of a lighted candle from a side table and held it high, studying it, as the flame flickered and twinkled in the diffused lights of the room. The soft glow the lamps threw out put Mason into brightness and left the rest of the room in shadow. It felt safe and special.
"Okay, love. Breathe evenly and embrace the sting." Callan tipped the wax and Mason watched as if in slow motion. The wax dripped from the wick and fell inexorably toward her. The droplet hit her skin. Pain radiated from the spot. She gasped and tensed. Lord, how it hurt. She wanted to scream stop, red, fuck off' anything to make the pain go away. She struggled against her bindings, sobbing under her breath.
"Breathe through it, Mason." Callan's stern voice broke through her panic. "You have a safe word if you need to use it." His voice was level, and while she panicked, the pain receded, replaced by feeling of wellbeing and contentment instead.
"Green. Oh, my god. So green." She looked at him through misty eyes. Surely I'm not going to cry? Not now, even if it is in a happy way. Mason cleared her throat. "Green," she said again.
"Sure?" He held the candle away from her body.
"Very sure, Sir." She waited as he considered her face. Finally he nodded. A series of wax drops hit her upper chest, and created a pattern of tiny circles on her. The universe spiraled around her as each sting of pain was followed by a surge of arousal. Mason guessed her thong was as wet as her channel, and couldn't care less. In her mind, she seemed to float, and her world narrowed to Callan and those exquisite stabs of perfection. Multi-colored lights circled her head, and she watched the wax through eyes that didn't seem to belong to her.
****
She came to wrapped in a blanket, cuddled on Callan's knee and upstairs in his room.
"Welcome back." He passed her a bottle of water and guided it to her mouth, helping her drink until she indicated she'd had enough. He put the bottle on the table and studied her. "Are you okay"
Mason smiled. She wanted to sleep. "Very, thank you, but oh so tired." She glanced down to her chest where the edge of the blanket covered her breasts. "Do I have my badge?"
He got the meaning. "A little, there's time enough to go deeper. You're so receptive love, it was perfect." He kissed her slowly, and she savored his scent, the way his tongue teased hers, and the slight tightening of his hands on her shoulders. This was one of those moments to hold on to, to be taken out in years to come and remembered with joy. She returned the caress, enjoying the way his breath became uneven, and his cock twitched under her. That tiny hint of how he felt dispelled any sense of tiredness, and she broke the kiss to look up at him.
He stared back at her. "What's wrong?"
"Please, Sir, I want you to make love with me. I want to be part of you. Will you?"
Callan tapped her cheek with his finger. "Topping, love?" He didn't seem unduly worried.
"Um, well you did say I was in charge and I do need to sort of feel we still work, and— Ooh hell, I'm hot, wet, and horny. Okay?" Her face felt on fire, and Mason was sure she was the color of the crimson roses in the vase on the table. "Oh sorry, Sir, but seriously, I'm needing you again."
Callan stared for a full ten seconds, and then stood her up. "Across there then, second door, and stretch out on the bed. It's only a single, and normally in case I need to stop over, or do a double shift, and no restraints, but oh yes, it will do just fine. Ditch the bustier and thong."
She nodded and turned to walk as quickly as she could to where he indicated, glad her shoes were wherever they were and not on her feet. Fuck me heels were all well and good, but not when she was in a hurry.
She'd been right about the thong. The delicate red lace was maroon and chafed as she walked, and it was a pleasure to remove it before she stretched on the bed. A short while later, Callan joined her, his hands undoing his fly as he approached the bed. The wicked look on his face made her mouth dry and her pulse speed up as his zipper lowered. His cock sprung free. She swallowed. His thick long shaft was slick with sweat, and pre-cum glistened on the tip. She licked her lips, and he chuckled as he shucked his trousers and knelt over her, one leg each aide of her body, and his cock within licking distance.
"Next time, love. This time I need to be inside you." He threw a foil package onto the bed beside her. "Will you do the honors?"
Her heart skipped a beat, as she ripped open the packet, and rolled it over the tip of his cock. His skin was silky and hot, and each tiny drop of pre-cum that touched her fingers increased her own juices. Mason's hands shook as she rolled the condom down until it encased his prick. Her mouth was dry, and her body throbbed with the need to feel him inside her.
"I want you now." All thoughts of Dom and sub fled as she pleaded with him. "I want to feel you fill me and…" She stopped speaking as he put her legs over his shoulders, ali
gned his prick with her channel, and pushed.
The sensation of a hot hard cock inside her, teasing her nerve ends, was too much to bear. Her body stung, her skin tingled, and she saw stars. She shook as Callan set up a rhythm she matched. It had been so long since she had the chance to soar in quick succession, that try as she might to slow it down, her climax built faster than she wanted.
"I have to come." Her words were disjointed.
The smile on Callan's face was wicked as he lifted his hand and nipped one hard nipple.
"Come then."
That extra sting was all she needed. With a scream of pure pleasure, Mason tipped over the edge into the vortex of sensations that engulfed her. In the recess of her mind, she thought she heard Callan match her, as his body shook and then slumped onto her.
It was where she wanted to be, for ever, and Mason hugged him close to her, reveling in the heat of his soft skin, and the slight friction of the tiny hairs that covered him. She slipped her hand between them and rubbed the pad of her thumb over his nipple. He hissed and chuckled.
"Minx. I'm as sensitive as you there, so stop it."
"Mine," she said, her voice sex-laced and satisfied. "All mine. Oh fuck." She opened her eyes in horror. Had she just laid claim to him? "Oh, shit. I'm sorry, Sir."
He lifted himself onto his elbows and rolled off her. "Don't move." He walked into an adjoining room, and Mason heard the sound of running water. She closed her eyes and sniffed back a sob. Had she blown it?
"Hey, what's this?' Callan had returned without her hearing. "Why the tears? Do you regret what we did?" A soft cloth stroked her mound and cleaned her up. She opened her eyes and scrubbed at them with the back of her hand.
He was looking at her with a peculiar expression.
He's scared as well. The thought helped her. "Never," she said fiercely. "I'm alive again, and I loved every second. I just thought I'd not been a very good sub."
He laughed and kissed her nose. "You're a very good sub for me, love, and that's all that's needed. Remember everyone is different, every kink is personal to them. What we do is what's right for us. If you make me feel like I just did, and I you, then that's all that's needed. Are you ready to move on, and learn together?" He raised one eyebrow and grinned. "And paint my foyer?"
She giggled, there was only one answer she could possibly give. "Yes, Sir."
The End
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