Hange was cruel. They had you tied up on their bed, so pretty and spread with the purple silk rope they loved to tie you in knots in. Hange eyed the assortment of toys next to you with excited glee on her face that you couldn't quite see. They had you blind folded.
"It'll be an experiment. A test of your wills. What can make you beg the hardest for me."
They had said to you days earlier before you ended up here tied and bound to the bed. You knew Hange was eccentric but you had no idea the lengths they would go in the bedroom. They once joked about how they liked to experiment. This was a game to them really.
Each item was ready and prepared. Hange asked you what your color was before they started. You muttered green and you felt the light tickle of a feathery touch descend. It brushed over your name, your clavicles, down to your breasts. You began to sigh softly as the touch ventured further. Teasing your thighs, you weren't already spread open you would have then.
After a few moments the cold brushed along a different path. Trailing down towards the same place, this time inching closer to your apex as they faintly brushed the ice cube just right above it and then taking it away. You let out a moan, earning a soft pleased groan from them.
"Oh, Kitten like's that huh?"
You heard the faint click of a lighter, then nothing. After a few more moments you felt the hot dripping of wax as it trailed another path along your body. Hange stopped, dripping the melted wax onto your nipples. They let out a moan along with you as you stuttered against the heat that soon spread over your breasts and down. Hange blazed a trail of heat down to your clit, stopping again just right before it and blowing out the candle and you let out a whimpering moan.
"Please, Captain! Please touch me!"
They smirked wildly as you felt their weight in between your legs as they started to press their lips from your throat, down your sternum and the space in between your breasts, laying a fierce trail down to your apex. Hange stared hungrily at your clenching hole, seeing you arch against nothing as she made no move to touch you.
"I don't know Kitten. I haven't hard you beg hard enough yet."
You moaned, tugging at the tight restraints. Hange was thorough with the knots and fastenings as you writhe to have any sort of friction. Hange just lets out a chuckle as their hands massage soft circles over your thigh, inching closer to your glistening slit. They pressed their thumbs against your labia and spread you open, tongue finally descending on your clit.
"Now now, Kitten, I didn't say you could even come, so be a good girl for me and keep begging or you won't even get to finish."
