Free The Auction by Claire Thompson Page A

catch herself in time.
    “I find the element of surprise is most effective for this particular punishment,” Adam remarked conversationally, while Carly’s heart kicked into overdrive. He set down the candle and picked up the sleep mask. Stroking Carly’s hair away from her face, he slipped the mask over her eyes.
    The first hot drop of wax landed on her stomach. Carly jerked, drawing in a sharp breath. A succession of hot droplets scattered over her torso, startling her each time, though she tried to ready herself. A scalding drop splashed over her left nipple and Carly gasped in pain. This was quickly followed by liquid wax falling over her right nipple and then trailing in a burning line between her breasts.
    When the first drop landed on her spread cunt, Carly screamed. Her heart pounded and she felt the sweat beading on her forehead and upper lip. Her skin was on fire, and as the wax cooled against her flesh, another scalding droplet landed on a different spot. With each drop of melted wax Carly jerked in pain and surprise, causing the clamps to tug painfully at her labia.
    “I can’t,” she began to gasp, barely aware she was speaking. “I can’t, please, please, oh, oh, ow! I can’t…”
    “Of course you can, silly girl,” she heard Adam say calmly over the rush of blood thundering in her ears. More wax scalded across her breasts and cunt, landing at the same time.
    Tears were streaming from the corners of Carly’s eyes, wetting the sleep mask. She couldn’t stop panting, the breath rasping in her throat. She felt a hand on her cheek, its stroke gentle. “Slow down. Slow your breathing,” Adam murmured. “Where is your discipline?”
    Carly tried to obey, aware she was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Slow down,” he repeated. “That’s it. Deep breaths.”
    She felt something heavy placed on her abdomen and realized he’d balanced a candle there. “This will help you remember to slow your breathing. After all, you wouldn’t want that to spill, would you?”
    Carly shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. Every inch of exposed skin from chest to cunt was on fire beneath the drying crust of cooling wax. Her labia were numb from the compression, and her clit, despite the torture, was hard and throbbing.
    She heard a thrumming and before she could identify the sound, the head of the vibrating wand covered her vulva, sending instant shockwaves of shivering pleasure through her loins.
    “Fuck,” she whispered, the word exploding from her lips before she could stop herself.
    Adam chuckled softly, gently moving the vibrating ball over her spread vulva. Carly felt the shuddering rise of a climax, not the intense, all-consuming experience she’d had at Adam’s touch, but more of a gut reaction, a manipulation of nerve endings resulting in a stimulus overload.
    “Please, Sir,” she managed to gasp, remembering the rules. “May I come?”
    Adam said nothing. The wand continued to vibrate at her sex, the candle still balanced precariously on her shaking abdomen.
    “Please,” she begged again.
    “No. Absolutely not. This is a punishment.”
    Yet still the wand buzzed at her clit. She tried in vain to twist her body away from the vibrator’s constant stimulation, but only succeeded in nearly toppling the candle. Squeezing her eyes tight and clenching her teeth, she tried desperately to stave off the rising climax that threatened to take over her body.
    She failed.
    All at once the vibrator was removed, and the candle was lifted from her body. A second later a stream of searing wax splashed against her spread cunt and Carly screamed, jerking hard in her instinctive effort to slam her legs closed against the fiery onslaught of melted wax.
    The clamps were released, sending an agonizing rush of blood to her labia, adding to the burning pain still washing over her vulva. Blindfolded and bound, not sure if he was done, not sure she could take another burning drop of wax or touch of the