Hunting Truth (23 page)

I was idly wondering whether that was what
I
’d smelled in the
hallway outside when I felt something hot on my ass cheek. I
flinched but it cooled instantly. Then nothing. I had no idea where
Lucas was or what I’d felt. I was beginning to think I’d imagined
it when it happened again. And again. Then nothing until I felt a
quantity of hot liquid land and run down my skin until it cooled
and was halted. I realized then that he was dripping hot candle wax
onto my skin. The next quantity was poured into the cleft between
my ass cheeks. It stung sharply as it ran down over my asshole,
which promptly clenched at the outrage of it, and towards my pussy.
I found myself longing for it to reach but it cooled and solidified
before it could.

Confusion raged in my head. Lucas was
inflicting pain
—albeit
minor and short-lived—on to my skin and I found myself wanting
more. Just like when he’d spanked me. More than that, it made me
incredibly horny. Did wanting my ass spanked and hot wax to drip or
run onto my pussy make me a pervert? Another hot river of wax
running down my cleft interrupted my thoughts and I decided that I
really didn’t care whether it made me a pervert or not. I just
wanted more of it. Again the wax stopped short of my pussy and it
clenched in anticipation or frustration—probably both—and I could
feel my wetness reaching the top of my thighs.

“
Don
’t move,” Lucas whispered in that velvety voice that almost
made me clench again.

I felt him place what I assumed was the
candle at the top of my ass cleft. Then I felt his tongue travel
from near the base of my spine to the back of my neck. I shivered
in delight and then gasped as I felt more hot wax run on to my
skin. “Don’t move,” he repeated.
Easy for you to say!
But the knowledge that I had a lit candle
balanced on my ass as I knelt on a flammable bed helped me to focus
and prevent any movement. His tongue travelled back down my spine,
then I felt his fingertips grazing the insides of my thighs—getting
ever closer to my pussy. It took all of my willpower to keep still
when his fingers finally reached it.

Again, I heard a low growl when he felt my
wetness. His fingers slid up and down my slit as hot wax flowed
down from above. He sought out my clitoris and began to rub in a
circular motion—gently at first, but then increasing the
pressure—until I felt an orgasm building. Just as it almost reached
its peak, he stopped abruptly and he began to caress my ass cheeks.
Suddenly, his hand came crashing down against the soft flesh, the
crack echoing around the room, and I only just stopped myself from
jerking my ass away instinctively. Then the hand was back,
caressing my hot red skin until I felt another river of wax running
down and then he spanked the other cheek without warning. I gasped
but managed to keep still. It was agony. And it was ecstasy—my
soaked pussy was evidence of that.

I suddenly recalled his earlier
words.
So
that’s what he’s doing—teaching me some self-control and obedience.
If I don’t control myself and obey, the candle will fall.
Perhaps his methods were a
little extreme but I had to hand it to him—it was a very effective
approach. I began to look forward to receiving his praise that I
knew would be forthcoming later. I fleetingly wondered whether he
was also punishing me for jumping to conclusions about him and Ava,
but I dismissed it. If I’d hurt him, I just knew he wouldn’t
retaliate by inflicting pleasure through pain. I did wonder whether
he was testing my trust in him. I was in a very vulnerable position
at that moment and it wouldn’t work if I didn’t trust him. I hoped
the fact that it was working well would reassure him that I
did.

I almost jumped as he quite roughly slid a
finger inside me
but
immediately my needy pussy greedily clenched around it. I’ll bet he
somehow knew my concentration had wavered as my thoughts wandered.
As he stroked my G-spot and then began to rub my clit, I found my
focus returned instantly. I had an almost overwhelming urge to push
back towards him but the virtually constant stream of hot wax
reminded me of the consequences if I did. All I could hear was my
heavy breathing and my rapid pulse echoing in my head. I
desperately needed to climax but, as before, Lucas took me right to
the brink and then denied me. Frustration surged through me when he
removed his fingers.

Then those strong, talented fingers gently
caress
ed my nipples. I
dipped my back further, pushing my breasts out, taking care not to
dislodge the candle. Lucas responded by pinching my puckered peaks
sharply. I gasped and sighed with pleasure as lightning bolts of
desire shot to my sex, although it edged my thwarted orgasm closer.
Oh yes, he knew exactly what he was doing as he pinched and rolled
my aching nipples relentlessly. I could feel my orgasm building
quickly, although I tried hard to keep it at bay by breathing
deeply and attempting to think of mundane things like color schemes
and fabrics.

I was barely clinging on when I heard
Lucas growl, “Don
’t
come” into my ear. I felt like shouting that I was trying my
hardest and that if he wasn’t remorselessly driving my body towards
its badly needed euphoric release, I’d have half a chance. I took
huge gulping breaths and concentrated solely on regulating my
breathing and ignoring the hot wax that was now running down on to
my pussy, his rough treatment of my nipples, and the blissful
sensations they were creating. Without warning, he pinched and held
both nipples and, just as I felt the stream of hot wax reach my
clit, he released them and, as I gasped when the blood surged back
into them, urged me to come for him. I’m not sure whether I’d have
been able to resist coming anyway but I gladly gave in and cried
out repeatedly as my body bucked and writhed as my denied orgasm
raged and ravaged my senses. He’d certainly managed to shut the
world out because, at that moment, the place could have been on
fire and I wouldn’t have moved. He had wound my desire into a
tightly coiled spring and nothing could stop it unravelling
deliciously until I lay there, spent and sated, feeling all warm
inside.

I heard Lucas chuckle quietly
as he ran his fingertips up and
down my spine. “You are something else, Issy Prince. I pushed past
what I thought would be your limits and you valiantly held on. I
love how you can come from breast stimulation. You have a body that
was made for pleasuring and for giving pleasure. I could happily
watch you come over and over. I must arrange for mirrors to be
strategically placed in the playroom so I can see your face every
time. You are never more beautiful than when you orgasm. It gives
me more pleasure just watching you than it does when I come. And
that’s something I never thought I’d hear myself say.”

I grinned happily as
he leaned over me and kissed my forehead.
“But if you think I’m not going to come, you’re very much
mistaken,” he said, huskily. I felt him remove the silk rope from
my ankles and knees but not my wrists, nor did he remove the
blindfold. My body was limp and almost lifeless when I felt him
slide his hands underneath me and lift me. I giggled as I felt the
now solid wax crack and break when he rolled me towards his chest
so I was face up. “Let’s see how long it takes to stop you
laughing,” that deep, velvety voice said before his lips came
crashing down on mine.

His kiss was urgent and conveyed his
desire.
His tongue
explored every inch of my mouth as the kiss deepened and deepened
until we were devouring each other hungrily, teeth clashing and
lips bruising. My whole body responded, leaving me light-headed and
breathless. I clumsily slipped my bound wrists over his head and
tried to pull his head in still closer. It was as though our lives
depended upon that kiss. Nothing else mattered—all the recent
dramas ceased to exist. It was just as I’d requested: We were truly
alone, leaving the world behind and retreating into a bubble of us.
Just us. I felt myself reconnecting with him and the distance I’d
felt between us melted away. I loved that man with every fiber of
my being and all that mattered was pleasing him. I wanted to leave
him satisfied and in no doubt of my feelings for him and my trust
in him. “Fuck. Me. Lucas,” I punctuated each word with a firm kiss
on his lips. “I need to feel you inside me, filling me, owning me,
loving me. Any way you want, but I want it right now!”

I felt his body stiffen slightly and he
pulled his head back sharply. I worried that I’d said something
wrong when he walked across the room and set me down on my feet,
slipping his head out of my arms. I felt his loss instantly. I felt
bereft. Then I heard the door open and close and my worst fears
were realized. He’d left me there alone. I might have removed my
blindfold but I was rooted to the spot in confusion.
Where’s he gone?
Why? Have I overstepped the mark that much by dictating to him?
Surely a corrective spanking would be more appropriate.

The sound of the door opening again
dispersed my thoughts.
Then I heard the sound of scraping and realized that
something heavy was being dragged into the room. Prickles of
apprehension travelled up the back of my neck, making the hairs
there stand on end. I jumped when I felt the rope that bound my
wrists tug gently and then more firmly, pulling my hands out in
front of me. I stumbled slightly when the tension on my wrists
caused me to move forward. I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt
his hands on me. I’d recognize that touch anywhere. He didn’t
speak. He ushered me forward until felt something cool and solid
press against the tops of my thighs. Swiftly, he bent me forward
and I gasped when my front touched the same cool, hard surface so
that my top half was lying on it.

I figured that I was bent over a table as
my wrists were pulled out in front and secured.
Next my ankles were spread and secured,
presumably to the table legs. I felt Lucas run his fingertips up
the insides of my legs, from my ankles to my sex, then up along the
crack of my ass and along my spine to my neck. I shivered in
delight and also in anticipation of what was to come . . . well,
apart from Lucas!

I heard him walk away and the sound of
drawers opening and closing, then he was back.
I felt his presence behind me for several
moments before I felt his fingers rub my clit gently. They were
cold and moist but almost as soon as they withdrew, I felt a
tingling warmth.
Oooh . . . clitoral stimulation gel!
Almost immediately, I felt cold, wet
fingers against the puckered skin of my ass. I attempted to pull
away instinctively, but I was bound to the table too tightly to
move. My senses reeled at the invasion . . . I was torn—it felt so
wrong and yet so pleasurable in a primal animalistic sense. It was
forbidden, dirty and degrading . . . and it was soooo good that I
would’ve pushed back against his fingers if I’d been
able.

Suddenly, I felt confusion.
What’s he doing
rubbing clitoral stimulant on my ass?
What will it do?
But then I realized that it wasn’t warming
and tingling like on my clit. The probing continued but then it
felt different—firmer and deeper—until I felt it slip inside
completely. I gasped as my puckered ring responded by gripping it
firmly. I groaned involuntarily as I felt the weight pulling down
inside me and I knew I’d been butt plugged.
Oh goody . . . he’s going to
fuck my pussy while I’m wearing it.
I recalled how deliciously full and stretched that
felt. But I was very mistaken.

He began to pull the plug until I felt it
pop out, despite my muscles attempting to hang on to it.
Then in it slid again. Then
out. In and out . . . in and out . . . until I was moaning almost
constantly and resisting the urge to demand that he fucked me. My
heart was racing and my breathing ragged. I was glad for the
support of the table because my knees felt weak, especially when
the plug fucking continued and he grazed his fingertip across my
burning clit. My body trembled as it sought its much needed
release. Then Lucas leaned over me, growled and nipped the back of
my shoulder. That did it! I arched my back (the only movement I was
capable of) as I climaxed wildly, screaming “Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhh
fuck, Lucas!”

Just as my muscles were relaxing, I felt
the plug being removed.
“Oh my God, look at that ass!” Lucas marveled, the
admiration in his voice clear. Pride flowed through me at his
words, although I could barely get my breath. What that man did to
my body should be illegal . . .
actually, it probably is in certain parts
of the world
, I
reasoned. My brain registered him walking away from me. Almost
instantly, the introduction of Alice Cooper’s
Poison
filled the room and he was back, gripping
my hips as he muttered, “This track came to mind the first time we
met—and almost every time since. I’m caught in your web, Issy. Your
delightful poison has infected me to my core, invaded my every
waking thought—and several nocturnal ‘incidents’ that I couldn’t
control. I’ve wanted to invade every part of you for some time . .
. I’m almost there but not quite.”

Before I could fully consider the
ramifications of his words, I felt moist firmness against my pucker
once again.
I opened my
mouth to plead against the use of the butt plug again so soon but
stopped abruptly when I realized it wasn’t a butt plug that was
increasingly pushing against me. It was Lucas’ magnificent cock! I
must’ve looked quite a sight with my mouth gaping wide open in
shock as a metaphoric light bulb lit up over my head. I’d felt
conflicted about a butt plug in my ass, but the knowledge that his
penis was about to enter my forbidden hole caused my whole body to
tense in silent protest.