Page 70 of Corrupt Game
I inhaled, my body going rigid when he said the words. I’d heard of people using candle wax erotically but had always thought it was weird until now.
The image of him dripping it down my body made me shiver in anticipation.
“Not too much wax of course, just enough to leave perfect little wax patterns across your stomach and down your thighs. Then as the wax begins to dry and you start to come down from the sensation,” his smile made me clench in anticipation, “I’ll bring the bottle of warm honey and drip it over your taunt, perky breasts. Making a line around all of the wax cooling on your skin. I’ll continue all the way down to your bare flesh as goosebumps break out. The mixture of hot causes you to feel cold everywhere else.” His deep voice was hitting all the notes that made me want to groan.
Nails digging into the couch cushions, I held back—not wanting to give him the reaction that he was looking for. Hearing his words were bad enough, but the expression on his face made my nether regions clench. Having him explore this sexual fantasy with the lights on was even more tortuous than if he’d done it in the dark.
“With just two small drops hitting your clit, as I hold your sexy layers open, I dribble over you just a bit. Your body shivers again, and I feel the trembles before I lower my tongue to your skin.”
Groans leak from my lips as I sit there listening to his words.
“Each lick of my tongue has you holding your breath. By the time I lick that last drop off of your little nub and lips, you’re coming off the bed, tearing at the silk straps, begging me to touch you. Begging me for more as your need for climax reaches a high.”
I was about to come off the couch now. Much less if he were actually doing all those things to me. My body would have already come multiple times, and his cock would still be sheathed inside his pants.
“I’ve been quiet for weeks and haven’t said anything about my treatment for this arrangement.” Unable to stand it anymore. I blurt out, breaking the moment of any sexual vibes. “This kind of torture is too much.” I finally exploded. “Why are you doing this to me? When are you actually going to make good on all of these fantasies? Or am I simply here to listen to all the things you wish you could do?”
In sync with his movements I could feel him smile as he leaned closer to whisper in my ear.
“You will have to beg for my touch. If you really want it, you will have to submit to me completely.” He rose and turned away from me, but his back remained just inches from my face. “You chose this. Remember that?”
With that simple response, he left. The fantasy unfinished and my body on fire, I sank back onto the couch cushions with a shocked expression.
He was waiting for me to ask him for sex? Was it really that simple?
How much more could I submit and not lose myself completely?
No matter how much I’d chosen this, it still didn’t feel that way.
***
The next morning, he arrived just as I stepped out of the shower.
A slight knock on the door alerted me to his presence.
“Don’t get dressed or put your butt plug in. Come out here first, please.”
Curious and beyond caring if he saw me naked, I walked out into the living area.
Water was still running down my body from the shower.
“Geeze.” He ran a hand over his face. “It wasn’t so urgent you couldn’t have dried off first.”
I simply shrugged, uncaring at this point.
“What did you need?”
“Turn around, ass in the air.”
Deciding to be sassy because I didn’t have much to lose, I did as asked, making sure that my ass wiggled as much as possible.
“Are you finally going to relent and stick your cock in me?”
He didn’t answer, but rubbed lube over my asshole in a rough manner.
“Did the last plug lose its tracking device? Did I need an upgrade?” I chuckled at my own cleverness until an object twice the size of the plug I’d had in before tried to breach my ass.
I shut my eyes and clenched my jaw. Not wanting him to have the satisfaction of my discomfort.