Solicitude

Chapter Eighteen

Master untied me and lifted me with ease. My knees and limbs felt weak from the bondage horse so he carried me towards the bed.

I thought that we would be done for the night but I thought wrong when he said, "I'm not done with you yet, slút."

When he gently placed me on the bed, he cuffed my wrists on the headboard, I wondered why he didn't tie my feet as well but soon, I felt him cuffing my ankles and with one quick move, I have spread apart and bare. He placed a spreader bar!

"Remember your safe word," he said with the domineering voice.

The anticipation that was building in me was becoming intolerable until I felt something drip on me followed by intense heat. "Ahh!" I gasped as the burning sensation was followed by many more drops. It felt like fire on my skin.

"This is waxplay," Master Alexander explained. First, the wax dropped in my thighs, arms, slowly making its way up on my breasts. The candle drippings were stinging yet pleasurable. Every after scream, a moan followed. It covered my erect buds. Now, I must look like a walking candle person, every inch of my skin covered in dried wax except the part that tingled the most.

"Please," I begged even though I didn't know what I was pleading for. Then, the candle wax dripped on my stomach, slowly making its way down. I felt so sensitive and when the first drop hit my swollen lips, I could have come in the second.

Master didn't only stop on burning my already heated core, using his fingers, he spread my petals apart, exposing my aching clít. He let the candle wax drop and I felt absolute ecstasy even with the pain it brought.

I lost count of how many dropped in my womanhood, all I knew was I needed to release again. It didn't last long when I felt something poking in my entrance but it didn't feel like flesh. "Master!" I screamed as he shoved an ice cube inside my walls.

"Quiet," he warned. After the burning he caused me, he gave me freezing treatment, exactly polar opposites. My walls clenched tightly on the ice inside, trying to get it out but I was helpless, only hoping for it to melt soon.

The blindfold made everything harder, I could only rely on my other senses. Slowly, I felt the ice shrinking until it only felt like cool liquid. That's when he eased his shaft inside me. It wasn't hard and rough, he pushed further, slow and soft.

Master Alexander kept a slow torturous pace, feeling every inch of me. Biting my lip wasn't an option so I let numerous moans slip out of my mouth. Some of my moans were begging and some were calling out his name.

"Please, faster," I begged but he didn't oblige. "No, my control, my pace," he said. Then, I felt his lips on mine as he continued easing in and out of me. I kissed him with passion, letting him dominate the kiss, knowing that I would never win.

Master left my lips as his trailed from my shoulder until my earlobe. He nipped on it while he slowly and seductively whispered,

"I want to be deep inside you, I want my cóck so deep that I am fúcking your womb as you scream my name in pleasure, begging for more. I want to fill you with my semen as your tight cúnt stretches and your walls clenching on my long and thick díck while I pound into you senselessly until you forget your name."

After everything he said, I felt myself dripping and wet for him, for my master. "What's stopping you, master?" I moaned in response.

"But I also want to make love to you, pleasure you until you can take no more. Eat you, suck you, feel all of you as your body craves mine, loving everything between the connection when I am deep inside you."

Master pulled out my blindfold, untied my wrists, and took off the spreader bar. WIthout him inside me, I felt empty and longing. I furrowed my brows, confused as to why he ceased our play. "Why did you stop, master?" I asked.