Free Fiend by Rachael Orman Page B

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    “This will be hot, but I promise, it will not burn you.” I pushed her hair over her shoulder to ensure it was out of the way before tilting the candle over her chest. It was a candle specially made for wax play. It melted at a lower temperature than most candles so it would not be as hot on the skin. Not that it still wouldn’t redden the skin and make it draw blood to the surface.
    I watched as a droplet formed before falling from the candle to land on her nipple. Instantly it cooled, but Alix gasped, telling me she felt it exactly like I wanted her to. The candle pooled and I let it drip onto her other nipple.
    Alix moaned and arched her back.
    It appeared that she indeed liked the wax. I moved the candle, letting it randomly leave spots all along her chest and breasts. Since it was her first time, I didn’t want to do too much so I blew out the candle and set it back on the dresser. Picking up a small blade, I removed Alix’s blindfold and showed her the knife.
    “Don’t. Move.” I made sure to emphasize the words and she nodded sharply. Her breathing increased to shallow pants, but she didn’t struggle or make any move to get away when I lowered it to the first splotch on her skin.
    Carefully, I scraped each of the cooled wax droplets from her before meeting her eyes.
    “You okay?”
    “Yes, sir,” she whispered, clearly nervous. It was the easiest way to remove the cooled wax since I hadn’t oiled her up before hand. While I wasn’t big on blades, it was also fun to play with them to add a bit of edge to scenes as long as I didn’t draw blood. Blood was a hard limit for me. I didn’t like hurting subs. I simply liked to cause pain, which was different than leaving scars and drawing blood.
    A slow, lazy smile slid onto her face and I realized she’d floated into subspace. It made a spark of pride go off inside of me. Clearly our kinks lined up more than we both realized. I loved playing with wax and so did she since she had experienced it.
    Reaching up, I unhooked her arms and wrapped my own around her waist to support her. Automatically her arms lowered around my neck as she rested her head against my chest. I wish I’d thought to remove the spreader bar so I could press her against the wall next to me and take her, but I hadn’t so I moved her to the bed. She wasn’t steady enough on her feet to fuck any other way. Laying her on her back, I stood next to the bed and forced her legs straight in the air before lining my cock up to her opening.
    In one hard thrust, I was all the way in her with my balls slapping her ass. I was tempted to take her puckered hole again, but I didn’t want to stop to find lube so I pounded into her already wet and tight pussy. Holding onto her thighs, I showed no mercy in slamming into her as hard as I could. The sound of my skin slapping against hers as she moaned and writhed under me only made me more turned on. It sounded like I was giving her a spanking, and that was fucking sexy.
    “I want you to come, Precious,” I demanded, digging my fingers into her skin. I loved seeing the little bruises my fingers left on her skin days later.
    “Yes, Master,” she gasped, lifting her hips into my thrusts. She’d automatically lifted her hands over her head even though I hadn’t told her to. The fact she knew I liked to restrain her hands and she did it on her own to please me turned me on like mad. Dropping one of my hands between her thighs, I circled her clit. She cried out and bucked hard against me once, twice before I felt a strong surge of liquid come from her. It trickled down my balls and my own release nearly followed, but I pulled from her. Letting her legs fall over the side of the bed, I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to sit up.
    “Suck. Now,” I demanded, lost to my own pleasure. All control was gone when she didn’t hesitate to take me into her mouth, sucking me all the way to the back of her throat. It only took a few thrusts into