Tex (Burnout) (15 page)

“Good girl, pet. Just feel.”

He continued to fingerfuck her and drop the wax, inching closer to her tits each time, increasing the heat. When she finally bowed her back trying to get away from the drops, he backed off. As long as he kept her aroused, she had a very nice threshold. The wax would leave her skin pink and tingly, but wouldn’t burn or even hurt after a few hours.

When even he couldn’t take anymore, he withdrew his hand, blew out the candle and knelt down in front of her. He set the candle down beside him and took hold of her leg, placing it over his shoulder. He sealed his mouth over her wet pussy and she shuddered. He lifted her other leg and when she was resting fully on his shoulders, he ate her delicious pussy with abandon.

She was drenched and tasted like fresh spring rain. He shoved his tongue as far inside her as it would go. She bucked her hips, grinding his face. He’d waited a long time for this and fuck it if she came right now, he wasn’t going to stop.

He licked and sucked the cream out of her, stopping only to nibble her clit which made her shriek behind the ball gag. He spread his hands wide over her ass cheeks and held her against him. He attempted to slip a finger between her cheeks, but she clenched and made a noise of protest. He stopped and resumed feasting on her cunt. He would figure that out later, because god damn if he wasn’t going to have every fucking part of her now that they’d started.

He let go of her ass, unbuttoned his jeans, and took out his cock. He gave her pussy a few more generous licks and then slowly stood up, holding her legs and wrapping them around his waist when he reached his full height. He lifted her up and sank her slowly down onto his erection. She pressed back against the wall and breathed hard through the gag.

“Open that pussy for me, pet,” he told her. “Take me all in. Come on now.” She relaxed and he felt her open slowly, sliding him in. “Good fucking girl. Such a good pet.” He fucked her slowly, holding her ass and lifting her at the same time he was sliding out of her, then he pulled her back down, inching into her again.

Their first time had been hard and brutal and yes, she’d loved it, but he wanted to show her he could slow it down and take his time, too. He settled into a steady rhythm as he gazed at her wax covered tits. God damn he’d
hoped
she would be at least a tiny bit adventurous and she was already far exceeding his expectations for a vanilla woman.

He gave her a slow, sensual fuck as reward for being such a good girl. His own reward came soon enough when he felt her pussy walls shiver over his cock and she started to come. Her cunt was like a fist, tightening up around him. It’d been years since he’d fucked a woman without a rubber and he hadn’t exaggerated, it felt like Heaven. She was so hot and wet and tight. He felt his balls draw up and he held tight to her hips as he pumped his load into her greedy, grasping pussy.

When they both finished, he carefully set her down on the floor. He stepped back and zipped his pants, watching her as she rested the back of her head against the wall. “You look so fucking good with my cum trickling down your thighs, pet.” She blushed and he smiled. She wasn’t quite ready to experience some of his other...proclivities, so he just watched and admired the view.

Finally, he reached up and squeezed her hands. “Pins and needles?” he asked. She jerked suddenly and he realized his mistake. “I meant do you have any numbness or tingling?” he asked, rubbing her hands. She sighed in relief and shook her head. He unclipped her cuffs and brought her hands down. He unbuckled the gag and removed it. She took in a deep breath. “Alright, pet?”

“Yes.”

“Pet.”

“Sir. Yes, Sir. I’m fine.” She reached up to take of the blindfold, but he lightly slapped her hand.

“No.” He picked her up and crossed the room, laying her down gently on the bed. He raised her hands and laid them above her head. “Keep your hands here. Don’t move them,” he ordered. “The blindfold stays on for just a little while longer.”

He thought this was best as he reached into his back pocket and drew out a knife. He opened it quietly and began rubbing one of her breasts with his hand.

“What is that?” she asked, curiously. “What you did to me.”

“It’s candle wax,” he replied, using the breast massage as a distraction from him scraping off the wax with the blade. She didn’t even feel it and with the oil he’d applied before hand, it came off easily. “Not from a regular candle though. A special candle just for applying it to skin. Regular candles can burn way too hot and scented ones can cause irritation,” he told her, lest she have any ideas about going home and experimenting by herself without his supervision.

“Did you like it?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Um.”

He smiled even though she couldn’t see him. “It’s okay to say yes, pet. It was meant to feel just a tiny bit painful, but still really good.”

“I liked it,” she whispered. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.

“I knew you would.”

He finished removing the wax and folded up the knife, pocketing it. He took of the blindfold and set it aside. “You did really, really well, pet.”

She blushed and brought her hands down to cover her breasts. He pushed them away. “Don’t do that. Don’t cover up what I want to look at,” he told her. He grasped her wrists and put them back over her head. Then took the towel he’d laid on the bed and began to wipe down her chest. He worked his way down to her belly. “Spread,” he ordered and after a moment’s hesitation, she spread her legs. He gently wiped her thighs and then her pussy. She was flushing crimson by the time he was done cleaning her.

“Do you need to call your friend?” he asked. She nodded. “I’ll get your phone,” he told her. “Call her now and tell her you’ll call her again from your place in an hour. You aren’t ready to drive yet.”

He went to the bathroom and retrieved her purse, bringing it into the bedroom. He closed the door as he stepped out again to give her some privacy. When he returned, she was wearing his robe and picking up pieces of wax off the sheets.

“I’ll just wash them,” he told her and stripped the bed. She sat in the chair in the corner, as directed. She got up, though, when he brought a clean, fitted sheet from the closet and helped him re-make the bed. He climbed into it and gestured for her to join him.

She snuggled into his chest. “What other tricks can you do?” she teased.

“Everything.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Where did you learn it?” she asked.

“Overseas mostly. Clubs in Germany and Japan where it’s more common.”

“How did you know you would like it?”

He chuckled. “I spanked a girlfriend in high school.”

She gasped and looked up at him. “No way!”

He nodded. “We were going at it one day and she was on top. Kept putting my hand on her ass. At first I couldn’t figure out why she was doing it. She was obviously too shy to ask for what she wanted. So I took a chance and I smacked her. She loved it. First it was bare-assed hand spankings. Then she handed me a hairbrush one day.”

“Oh, my God!”

He smiled at the memory. “She was a kinky little thing and I didn’t want to ruin it by asking too many questions. I just knew we both loved it. I graduated, enlisted, heard about a spanking club in Berlin when we were on R&R. Turned out I liked a lot more than just spankings.”

“Like whips?” she asked nervously.

“No. That’s way too much for my comfort zone. I can do it. I’ve had lessons, but I don’t like it, and I choose not to do it anymore, even if the sub wants it. I don’t get off on hurting women. I do punish them, though. Usually with a spanking. If it’s a serious offense, I’ll use a cane.”

“A cane?”

“It’s made out of rattan. Long and thin. Hurts like a bitch. That’s as severe as I’ll go.”

Abby looked shocked. “For what? Not calling you Sir?!”

He held her tightly. “No. I’m a harsh man, Abby, but I’m not abusive. I caught my submissive mouthing off to another sub in the club where I play. Embarrassing her, telling the girl she wasn’t a real sub and not good enough to play at the club because she wouldn’t do bondage. So I gave my sub a choice. She could go in the stocks and everyone there could take a whack at her ass with the paddle. Or five strokes with the cane from me. She chose the cane. But I dumped her anyway immediately after. Other people’s limits are personal and are strictly between a submissive and their Dominant. It’s nobody else’s business or place to comment on them.”

Abby was quiet for a long time. “Sarah can’t do things like this,” she whispered. “Because of what happened to her.”

“Exactly,” he replied. “Most people have no idea what a person’s background is or why they refuse to do certain things and to insult them for their choices when you don’t know the reasons behind them is not only rude, but it’s also insensitive. And I don’t tolerate that kind of behavior.”

She cleared her throat nervously. “Am I- am I your submissive now?”

“No,” he replied and he felt her tense in his arms. “We’re just doing a few scenes together.”

“Is it hard?” she asked. “Being your submissive? You said you were harsh. Is it difficult? I mean the things you do to them?”

He considered his answer. “Not really. Not for an experienced sub. But for you, yes, it would be a challenge. I have rules, Abby. Rules that I expect to be followed. And if they aren’t followed, punishments are handed out. And they are not pleasant.”

She shivered. “Like what? What rules?”

He debated how much to tell her. “I expect my submissives to be available for my use whenever I choose to use them.”

She frowned. “But...I mean, what if they can’t? I mean-” She lowered her voice. “What if they’re...on their period?”

“They have two other holes, Abby.”

She gaped at him. “Oh.” Her cheeks flushed.

“Not only do I expect them to be open physically, they’re expected to be open emotionally, as well. Meaning they tell me everything they think and feel about our sessions together. They’re not allowed to hold anything back from me.”

“They can’t even have private thoughts?” she asked, incredulous.

“No. Not about the kink. Otherwise I have no idea if it’s going well for them, or if things need to be tweaked or modified. I’m not a mind reader, Abby. I’m very clear and upfront about everything I expect from a sub and I won’t tolerate anything less than the same honesty in return. If she does something I don’t like, I’ll let her know. I won’t chew on it for days, bottling it up until it comes out at the wrong moment or disguised as something else. That’s not fair. They have a right to know exactly what to expect and I have a right to know how well they’re handling that.

“Their jobs, their friendships, their hobbies, that’s all separate. I don’t want to extend it outside the bedroom. I’m not interested in micromanaging a slave. But I need to know what’s working and what’s not in the kink department.”

“Slave?” Abby asked. “You don’t- I mean people don’t-”

“Yes, they do. There are people, submissives, who give up all their power to another person 24/7. They’re called slaves. Their Masters choose their food for them, their clothes, their friends, their leisure time activities, if they get any.”

Abby gasped.

“But I have no interest in that,” he assured her. “I just want to play in the bedroom, but I do demand a lot of my subs, sexually.”

She nodded. “Right. Oral and...anal.”

“That and other things,” he decided to tell her. “I don’t normally come in their pussies like I did tonight, but I know you and I trust you. I don’t take chances with pregnancy. A baby is a lifetime commitment I’m not ready to make with just anyone. If they miss one pill...well, I won’t risk it. But I don’t waste seed, either. If I don’t come in a condom, then they swallow it or take it anally. I mark my subs with my semen, Abby. It’s probably a caveman thing to do, but it’s still a rule.”

She stared at him. “I...don’t know if I could-”

“Like I said, it would be incredibly challenging for you to be my submissive, Abby. I wouldn’t expect it all on day one, from anyone, but I would expect a solid commitment of training to work up to following the rules.”

“What do they get out of it?” she asked.

“It’s a fair question. Plenty of submissives just want to please their Doms. It’s worth it to them to be challenged in order to make their Dominant happy.” Abby scoffed and he held up a finger. “But usually that doesn’t happen right out of the gate. With commitment and affection, comes the desire to please for its own sake, like any normal relationship. Plenty of vanilla people do nice things for their partners just because they care about them. But also, every sub has different needs themselves and it’s the Dom’s job to try and not only meet those needs, but to exceed them.”