Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
He peels it off and drops it on the ground.
“You’re doing very well,” he says quietly, his lips near my neck, and I shiver—half with delight and half with fear. “Do you want me to hurt you more?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, and it’s the truth. I don’t know if I can take more pain, but I also know I can’t give up. He’s terrifying and beautiful, and his words are like a hypnotic spell rolling through my mind.
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.