His fingers find the clasp on my bra and slip it open.
I keep my breasts covered, holding the cups in place before it can fall off. More wax drips onto my bare back where the straps were moments before and I groan in agony and excitement. I feel bare and vulnerable, and it’s making me more excited than I ever thought possible. Tingling pleasure rolls in my core and I wish it would go away, but each new drop only makes it that much more intense. His voice, his presence, it’s driving me crazy and I don’t know why I’m reacting like this.
He said he didn’t need to strip me, but that’s what he’s doing anyway.
And I like it. God, I like it, and I don’t know what that says about me. Am I broken? Am I a monster too?
It doesn’t matter, because I won’t stop.
“You’re doing so good,” he says gently, dropping more wax, dealing more pain. “You’re a beautiful girl, Kaye. But the way you take the hurt is even more lovely. I can’t get enough of your smooth, tan flesh, and the way your muscles tense with each new stab of agony. You take it so beautifully, like you hate it and love it all at once, and that’s the best feeling of all, isn’t it? When the pleasure and pain mix, that’s when everything is at its most intense.”
I stay as still as I can, my eyes closed, my hands clutching my breasts. I feel him move closer and his fingers brush against my cheek, my chin, down my neck, down my collarbone until his hand replaces mine over my right breast. I release a shocked groan, but he never said he wouldn’t touch me, and I never said I’d stop him if he tried.
I moan as he squeezes me firmly, palming my breast tightly, pouring more wax on my skin.
“Good girl,” he whispers, voice low and husky. “Look at you. Your nipples are hard, did you know that? Does pain turn you on? I think you’re enjoying this more than you ever imagined you would. But I had a feeling when I saw you, little Kaye. I suspected you’d like it if I pushed your boundaries. I hoped you’d like it if I made you hurt. Do you want to suffer for me, only to reach that release you’re craving so badly? You want me to stretch you taut and let you go. Did you know that pain can make you come if it’s done the right way?”
“I didn’t know,” I whimper, trembling as his fingers pinch my nipple hard and more wax dribbles down my back. Pleasure spikes between my legs and I’m shaking with desire and lust. “Fuck,” I moan and bite my lip. What the hell is wrong with me? More wax, and he teases my nipple harder, and I want to scream from how good and how bad it feels all at once.
“Beautiful,” he says and the awe in his voice makes a tingle run down my spine.
I realize only then that I’m dripping wet, that my pussy is buzzing with pure naked want, that he’s right about my nipples, they’re both stiff, and my clit’s practically humming with need.
Every inch of my body is primed for desire but he’s done almost nothing to bring me pleasure, only given me pain, yet I’m sitting right on the edge of pure ecstasy.
His hand moves away from my breast. Each caress is like heaven compared to the hot wax.
I don’t try to cover myself anymore—why bother at this point—and his fist moves into my hair. I grip the edges of the stool. Let him do whatever he wants to me. Fuck, I want him to do more. I spread my legs, my lips hanging open, soft whimpers escaping my mouth.
He grips my hair hard, pulling back, yanking my face up toward the ceiling, and I see him above me, upside down.
“If I slipped a hand down between your legs, what would I find, little Kaye?” He comes closer, lips brushing my throat. A tremor of fear rustles along my skin. “Are you wet for me? Are you excited by how I make you feel? Or are you too scared right now? Is the pain too much?”
“It’s not too much,” I say and wish I hadn’t spoken. The fire in his eyes increases and he grips my hair harder, pulling roughly.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he says and drips wax on my bare breast.
I moan, crossing my legs, the pulse of desire starting to overwhelm me.
What the fuck is happening right now?
Pleasure rips into my core. He drips more wax and slaps my nipple, not too hard, but enough to hurt. He grips my hair harder, drips more wax, and finally bends forward to bring his lips down to my bare nipples.
I gasp and release a strangled, raspy moan, so loud that I’m sure the whole house hears but I don’t care, I’m panting with anticipating as his lips slowly kiss down my chest until he reaches my hard nipples.
He wraps them with his tongue and teeth then bites and sucks, and I gasp, back arching, eyes going wide. Pleasure slams against the pain in a dizzying insanity and my brain melts down in a sudden overwhelming brightness of utter, absolute lust.
I come as he licks my nipples, sucking them hard and biting, mixing pleasure and pain and driving me insane, and he pulls my hair as I explode with ecstasy.
I come in a sudden frenzy, gasping his name as he swirls his tongue around both nipples, and when I’m finally done, he releases me.
I sit forward, curled inward, hugging my knees up to my chest and breathing hard. I’m dizzy and breathless andwhat the fuck was that? Did I seriously just have an orgasm because this guy licked my nipples? This sick bastard, this controlling psycho asshole?
But fuck, I really did—the aftershocks still ripple down my spine and into my core. It feels so fucking good I could scream. I clench my knees together, wanting it to stop, but fuck, it was incredible. I didn’t know an orgasm could be so intense. He didn’t even touch me down there, and yet he made me explode with ecstasy in a way I’ve never experienced in my life before.
He comes around and crouches down in front of the stool.
“Look at me.”