Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I lay her on her back on the table and slide her wrists into the soft restraints above her head. I contemplate the candles beside her and choose the vanilla-scented soy one. Its warmed wax feels good on the palms of my hands as I massage it into her skin.
“You like this, baby?” I ask. The intensity of the heat of the wax varies depending on how close or far I hold it over her. I lift the candle above her and let it drip from a high distance, a gentler approach.
“That’s not as hot as I thought it would be,” she says.
“Mmm.”
I bring the candle closer and drop another bit on her bare skin. She hisses in a breath.
“How’s that?” I ask, my voice husky.
“Um, very good,” she whispers. “Very, very good. God, I love how that feels.”
I take my time, drizzling her with wax in a zigzag pattern. Her bare breasts are pink, hot from the wax and so full I want to lick each one until she writhes and climaxes right here beneath me.
“It’s killing me to not take this further.”
“Same,” she says. “I just — I hate — God I hate this. I mean, no, I love it. Love it. But I’m dying to take this further. Ah!”
I drop wax on her belly, bend, and lick where the hot wax melts into her skin. I press the flat of my tongue to her navel, dragging it down to the tops of her thighs. Whimpering, she closes her eyes. “If you—keep doing that—I’m not going to worry about protection.”
“Naughty girl,” I say on a growl. “You know better than that.”
“Do I?” she asks in a husky whisper. “You sure about that?”
“Starla.” I lift her and reposition her so she’s on her knees, her ass in the air and her hands flat on the table in front of her.
I palm her ass and give her a hard, fast slap where the curve of her ass meets her thighs. I spank her again, until she’s bright pink and warm to the touch, then lift the candle and drip the wax across her fiery ass.
She lets loose a stream of incomprehensible words.
“Touch yourself.”
I’m hard as fuck as she fingers her pussy and rocks my hand, welcoming every slap from my palm and flare of heat from the wax. I build a rhythm with the spanking and wax until the evidence of her arousal glistens on her thighs.
“On your back. Now.”
When she obeys, I gently part her legs and position myself in front of her. I smell the sweet, seductive scent of her wet pussy. My cock throbs. She’s so damn perfect.
“Open,” I say in a low rasp.
The first stroke of my tongue against her pussy makes her hips jerk and a moan fill the room. Her fingers stab into my hair as I swirl my tongue on her clit and groan against the delicious taste of her. I grip her ass as she parts her legs. Her body trembles with nerves and excitement. I take a moment to inhale the sweet, seductive scent of her arousal.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my face between her legs. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She moans and draws in a deep breath, her hips rocking as I lick her lazily, savoring the taste of her.
“Oh, God,” she finally breathes as her head falls back. She’s right there, right on the cusp of coming.
“Come. Come on my mouth, baby. Give it to me.”
With the next touch of my tongue, she shatters. I ride her through her ecstasy, my dick painfully hard, my only focus giving her the best fucking orgasm I can.
Her blissed-out screams fill the room as she gives herself over to me. She’s so uninhibited, and I fucking love it.
It’ll kill me to not fuck her, but I’ll die happy and blissed out just from the taste of her climax on my lips.
I savor this. I’ll remember every minute with her.
Once that snow clears and those doors open…once we’re out of here again… I know there’s only so much I can hold back from her.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Starla
It feels like we’re on some kind of grown-up, kinky sleepover.
Suspended in time, hidden in a bank of snow, away from the prying eyes of our friends and family and all the demands on us… Timeo and I only have each other.
“So, I got a question…” I ask in a teasing voice.
“Mmm?”
“If you had protection right now…”
The power’s back on — for the moment at least. He’s sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of my homemade hot chocolate in front of him. “I’d fuck the shit out of you then propose…to this cocoa.”
I shake my head. “Very romantic, sir.”
I turn away because the way his eyes warm at me does all sorts of melty things to my belly, and I need to focus. And did he just say propose?