Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Again, within a minute or so, she was moaning and arching toward him as best as she could, given the rope restraints. He licked and teased her clit, a finger moving in the tight heat inside her.
Just as she approached climax, he stopped.
A small sigh of frustration escaped that perfect mouth. “Don’t stop,” she begged. Then she gasped, clearly aware of her transgression, though of course it was too late to take it back.
Nor would he let her get away with it. “How dare you tell me what to do?” Mark demanded, though he loved what a total slut she had become. “Have you forgotten all your training? You obviously need a stern, painful reminder.”
Alana began to whimper quietly. She knew better than ask what her punishment would be.
Mark selected a long red candle he had ready for this occasion. His hand shook with excitement as he lit the candle, causing a drop of melted wax to fall on his own finger. It was hot—perfect.
Holding the candle over her stomach, he let the first series of scalding drops fall.
Alana cried out, no doubt startled by the sudden, unexpected splatter of heat. She continued to jerk a little as he moved the candle slowly up her torso, leaving a line of red dots along the skin.
He circled a nipple with red droplets. Alana yelped when the hot wax landed directly on her nipple.
Barely able to contain his excitement, Mark circled the second nipple with melted wax and aimed a scalding drop on her tender nubbin.
His cock was hard as a rock. He blew out the candle and pushed it carefully into her spread pussy. She grunted a little, but knew better than to try and push it out. He stepped back to admire her sluttish look as he fisted his cock, which was aching for attention.
He pulled out a chair and climbed onto the table. Straddling Alana’s chest, he leaned forward and lightly smacked at her lips with the head of his cock. The obedient slut at once opened her pretty mouth, and he leaned forward, moving his shaft until the tip lodged at the back of her throat.
He thrust back and forth, groaning with pleasure as she did her best to worship her Master’s cock in her awkward position. He didn’t want to come though, not yet. Alana hadn’t yet suffered enough. Pulling away from her eager bird’s mouth, he climbed off the girl and retrieved the candle, now redolent with the heady scent of her juices.
He lit it again and held the flame just above her spread pussy. The wax began to drip in a steady, scalding stream over the delicate folds.
“Ah,” Alana cried, the pain ripe in her throaty voice. “Please, Sir. It hurts, it hurts!”
“It’s supposed to,” Mark said with a laugh. He let the hot liquid fall until her cunt was coated in a red cap of drying wax.
Satisfied, he again straddled his girl and shoved his cock down her throat. He pumped fast and hard, making her gag, which only spurred him on. Within seconds he shot his prolific load down her throat.
When he could catch his breath, he climbed off the table. Though he wasn’t yet ready to remove her restraints, he did take off her blindfold. He wanted her to watch what came next.
Reaching for the single tail, he snapped it in the air near her body. She bit her lower lip in that sweet way she had when she was nervous, but otherwise betrayed no reaction.
“I’ll need to remove the wax from your pretty cunt,” he said with a cruel smile. He flicked the leather tail, the tip catching the edge of the wax cap.
She cried out her pain.
“Take it,” he advised her. “You earned it.”
With carefully aimed strokes, he flicked away the hardened wax, and when he was done, all that was left was her sweet cunt, red and welted, and perfect for fucking. She was crying quietly.
Dropping the whip, he took his pleasure.
~*~
Snow was falling thick and fast outside. Inside it was cozy and warm. Alana shifted, swaying gently in the thick leather cuffs lined with sheepskin that held her upside down in the dungeon, her long hair brushing the white floor. Her arms were tightly secured around her back, the iron bracelets clipped together.
Mark leaned down and held the single tail lash he called the stinger to her lips, and she dutifully kissed the handle.
“Are you ready to suffer for me, cunt?”
“Yes, Sir,” Alana whispered, because that was the only answer permitted. Yet, despite her fear, perhaps partially because of it, her nipples stiffened and there was a clutch of desire in her sex as he moved closer.
Mark caressed her thighs with his hands. He kissed her inner thighs, his touch as light as a butterfly’s wing. She shivered as his mouth moved closer toward her spread sex. She felt his warm breath against her pussy. She sighed as his velvet tongue began to glide slowly between her folds, and abandoned herself to the exquisite pleasure.