Kitchen Delights (4 page)

He then ordered her to lay her tit on the
table. Once it lay like a loaf of bread on the tabletop, he pressed
the blade solidly across the top of her areola, pinching it against
the hard oak surface. By the time he’d finished with those shots, a
couple more traces of red decorated her breasts and she was ready
for a break.

Five minutes later, after an all too brief
respite that included a lot of alcohol, even more stinging, and
nothing to satisfy her growing desire, Jeri laid atop the little
table with her arms tucked behind her head. She watched tentatively
as Marc moved a flickering red taper candle over her left breast
and slowly tipped it sideways. She had no idea Kitchen Delights
sold candles, or she may not have offered her services. They’d
tried the wax thing once before, and her delicate skin had not been
happy. Gritting her teeth, she arched her back up, pushed her chest
forward and closed her eyes. A deal was a deal, and he’d said this
was the last set.

It took only a matter of moments for the
first droplet of red wax to drop. His aim was unerring as the hot
scented wax struck beside her nipple. Since he’d been holding the
candle fairly high, Jeri had steeled herself for what she had
expected was a light stinging, however she now recalled the marked
difference between the unscented clear waxes they used in their
other “play” and the heavily scented and dyed wax that was now
trying to melt its way into her screaming nipple.

It was all she could do to resist brushing
desperately at the burning mass of wax, and, when the next drop
struck just above the first she yelped between clenched teeth. Mark
paid no attention when she pulled her legs together. Keeping her
breasts stretched, she rubbed her thighs together. She hissed when
the next drop burned into her rose-colored flesh.

Each drop struck with the same molten
burning, with no respite unless the wax either cooled or landed
atop an earlier red drop. But the burning didn’t seem to be as bad
now that she’d started building a head of steam inside herself.
When a drop hit dead center on her nipple, she cried out, tossing
her self-imposed silence out the window. She thought about brushing
at the burning wax, but let the action translate to her crushing
thighs.

Still, her husband stopped and let her catch
her breath.

She smiled up at him bravely. “I didn’t know
they even sold candles, hon’. I’m sorry I couldn’t handle
that.”

Mark kissed her lightly on the cheek and
grabbed the lighter. “They don’t, sweetheart. They sell the
lighters.”

She glanced down as his pants fell to his
feet, his raging hard-on reaching for the roof. She’d thought the
candles had been the last prop left, now it dawned on her that he
was only prepping for something else.

While Jeri looked on with obvious concern,
Mark set the automatic timer and moved her way.

“Stand up.”

She slid quickly off the table and watched as
he reclined across it with his head toward the camera. His penis
stood straight up, ready for a ride. He took her hand and pulled
her around the side of the table.

“Face the camera.”

Jeri needed no more prompting. Taking a deep
breath, she climbed onto her knees over the top of him, straddling
his hips as she centered her glistening pussy over his bouncing
cock. His hands closed around her hips as he gently pulled her down
until his thick, purple cock head split her labia.

“Now, close your eyes and fuck me, slowly,
keeping your tits as still as you can.”

Again, Jeri needed no prompting. She closed
her eyes and lowered herself onto him, moaning quietly to herself
as she felt every bulge and vein slide into her. Once her labia
crushed against him, she started a slow grind, clenching him as
tight as she could.

She heard the quick snap and the quiet hiss
of gas as he ignited the long, chrome-colored lighter. Unable to
keep her eyes closed, she watched through half-lidded eyes as he
adjusted the flame until it was a two-inch blaze dancing at the end
of the elongated barrel.

As full comprehension struck her, she started
grinding harder against him, her sopping pussy lips parting over
his balls. He brought the dancing flame closer and closer to her
nipple, apparently counting to himself. She heard him say “nine,”
just as he brought the flickering flame to bear beneath the right
of her two sore, throbbing and lightly cut nipples. Just as the
heat began to register and another scream built in her throat, the
timer went off. Her clit was tingling even more as he started
counting backward again.

This time, he brought the tip of the lighter
beneath her other nipple. Once the eighth second passed, he closed
his finger on the trigger. The flame lapped up and all but seared
her nipple and the surrounding agonized flesh. Her lower belly
clenched and the beginnings of an orgasm accompanied her groan as
the camera flashed.

As quickly as it had been there, the fire was
gone. She held her intertwined fingers tight against the back of
her head, shoving her breasts out. By the time he got to “three,”
she was anticipating the burn through the haze of a simmering
climax. At “one” the flame enveloped the tip of her breast. The
flash went off, and her orgasm exploded.

A couple minutes later, Jeri lay face down on
the table, her abused breasts crushed flat against the cool,
soothing wood, the light breeze from the overhead fan cooling the
dripping folds between her open legs. Marc had somehow managed not
to come himself and had gently extricated himself from beneath her
a couple minutes after she was done.

He looked down at her, smiling. His voice was
husky and happy. “Nice work, love. A couple more gadgets and it’s a
wrap.”

Jeri rolled onto her side and grabbed his
slippery, and still quite rigid, penis. She quickly performed a
wrap of her own, sucking him voraciously as she dropped to her
knees and backed him up against the nearby wall. After he let out a
few loud moans, she stopped and shuffled backward to the dinette.
Leaning back until she was lying face up over it, she pulled her
arms up over her head, shook her wonderfully sore breasts, and
spread her legs wide.

“Don’t you think it’s time for one of their
chrome-handled spoons?”

The look on his face told her he’d love to do
nothing else, but he shook his head even as he moved toward her.
“Have to save that until later, Jer. Can’t have more bruises than I
can Photoshop out.”

She feigned a disappointed sigh and grabbed
him by the wrists. “Then just fuck me screaming, Marc
Eddington!”

Marc wasted no time acceding to her demand.
He slipped his raging cock into her dripping warmth. Once inside
her, he drove hard, shoving her further back onto the table while
closing his right hand carelessly around her left tit. He squeezed
the white flesh between his fingers and crimped her stinging
areola. Pounding her now, he pinched both nipples and sucked one
hard between his lips. His warm lips and tongue soothed the tender
flesh while his teeth sent sharp waves of near-agony coursing
through it.

The pain left over from the shoot added to
the animal eroticism that defined their world at that moment. He
shifted his manic attentions to the other nipple. She thrust her
breasts into his mouth, encouraging him to suck and bite. Her
nipples felt as if they were the main course in a smorgasbord, but
she eagerly accepted the agony with the ecstasy.

It took no more than a dozen more hard
thrusts for Marc’s climax to start. His enthusiastic abuse combined
with the reflex grinding of his hips against her, caused her to
respond in kind.

Short minutes later, Jeri gently caressed the
back of her husband’s head as he suckled reflexively in post-coital
slumber. She looked down at her free nipple and the decorative red
teeth marks, scratches and welts, smiling slightly despite the
constant stinging throb that beat inside it. She began gently
massaging, tweaking, and rolling the tender flesh until it peaked
again.

She’d give him a few minutes before she woke
him up for round two. There were several spoons and spatulas in the
box. Though her tits needed a break before she took him home to
indulge in marinara sauce, her bottom was as pristine as when
they’d started. Smiling to herself, she imagined him spanking her
to a fiery red with Kitchen Delight’s finest, maybe even taking
some action to her swollen pussy for good measure.

It made perfect sense, after all, and a
little variety certainly couldn’t hurt the campaign. Besides—once
this one took off—there was no telling which other companies might
consider a similar marketing strategy. She closed her eyes and
kissed his hair. What better time than now to practice?

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Matt Nicholson
is a
freelance writer and the Publisher of Darker Pleasures. Throughout
the first decade of the 21st century, he published, edited and
wrote stories for the erotic adult webzine of the same name. A fan
of breasts and breast-oriented BDSM, he has written and edited
hundreds of short stories ranging from R-rated erotica to hard-edge
bondage and BDSM fiction. Matt is perhaps best known in certain
circles for
The Breast Punishment Primer
, a non-fiction
reference for all things having to do with tit torture. He is in
the process of writing his first full-length novel,
Families
, expanding on a series of vampire-centric BDSM
erotica stories featuring characters and concepts touched on in the
short stories
The Alcove
and
Becoming Eternal
. For
those of you intrigued by such things,
Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em:
Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM
features thirteen of his
best-selling stories.

You can find other e-books written by Matt
Nicholson at
Darker Pleasures
(www.darkerpleasures.com)

Darker
Pleasures
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video, art and articles specializing in erotic breast-oriented
bondage and BDSM. Darker Pleasures featured stories written by
dozens of erotica authors including Matt Nicholson, Elizabeth
Faraday, Lee Ash, Jude Mason, Adrian Hunter, Cherry Lee, Leo Bulero
and others. The webzine ended its run in January 2010. In August
2011, Darker Pleasures began publishing revised and edited releases
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