Page 91 of Arran's Obsession

Something cold touched me between the legs, and I jumped. It was thin and narrow and slid into me without much resistance.

“A candle,” he said.

“Unlit, I hope,” I joked.

A pause followed, then the bed dipped. Moments later, a click sounded.

My mouth dropped open. “Did you light it?”

“Your pussy is on fire for me.”

I yanked up the bandanna, but Arran grabbed my hand, forcing me to lie back. He removed the candle. Hot wax dripped on my thighs, and I jerked, but he held me flat.

“It’s only candlewax. A safe version bought for use in the club. It won’t scar.”

More fell on my belly then my chest, hot but not burning. In my darkness, I accepted the little kisses of pain.

“Going to drip it on your nipples.”

My breathing stuttered, but I held still and waited. The liquid splashed me, solidifying fast, my nipples hardening with the interesting sensation.

He drew his thumb over both, rubbing the solidified candlewax away. “Now your clit.”

“Arran,” I warned.

He didn’t wait, the wax falling in hot speckles directly onto my clit. I groaned, confused but aroused by the heat. The fleeting pain.

He peeled away the wax again then climbed off the bed. A couple more clicks sounded, but nothing touched me. Still, I was alert for every sensation. Every wisp of air moving past.

Something brushed my inner thigh.

It was metal, the cold piercing my entrance and pushing inside. No thicker than the candle but harder.

“A round-handled spatula,” Arran said. “I don’t cook, but it’s going to be there in my kitchen.”

“Unhygienic,” I grouched.

He fucked me with it, then the item was removed and another slotted in place. Small and cylindrical, barely any feeling at all.

“A pen?” I asked.

“Exactly. Your pussy is good at guessing games.”

He whipped it away, something thicker immediately replacing it.

“We started off easy, but you’re going to be a good girl and take everything I’ve got.”

I focused on the new object, trying to relax. For no good reason, I wanted to impress him with what I could do. Behave for him and get his praise.

Arran parted my flesh around the square-edged possession. It stretched me wider, but I took it, trying to guess from the small rubber edges that dragged.

Unlike the others, he kept going, not stopping at a couple of inches.

“My remote control. Only used by me and rarely. You should know how hot you look.”

He kept going, driving it up into me until his fingertips were at the end.

“Swallowed it whole,” he commented, awe in his tone.