Page 90 of Filthy Dirty Dom
“Good. When I’m doing anything to you or with you, Leslie, you only have to say the word and I’ll stop. I should have reminded you before I spanked you last night—”
“You didn’t have to. I—”
“Do not interrupt me when I’m speaking,” he said, his words commanding.
She pressed her lips together.
“Especially when I’m talking about taking care of you. Do you understand.”
She nodded.
“Good girl.” Holding the candle high above her, he teased her with the proximity of the flame, the heat a tangible promise of what was to come. He watched as she squirmed, excitement making her wriggle on the blanket he’d laid out.
Then, with a slow precision that was even more torturous, Alex tilted the candle. A droplet of hot wax dripped down, landing on the small of her back. She hissed in surprise, her body jerking against her restraints. But then, just as quickly, a moan slipped from her lips, the sound echoing off the walls of the cave.
"Did you like that?" he asked.
Leslie's breath came in ragged pants, her chest rising and falling quickly as she processed the new sensation. "What if I did?" she shot back, her voice thick with desire.
Alex’s lips twisted into a wicked grin. "Then I need to give you more. Maybe even step it up," he declared, his words promising a delicious torment.
He continued, alternating dripping hot wax onto her smooth skin and delivering spanks to her pert behind. Each time his palm met her ass, a satisfying smack echoed in the cave, followed by Leslie’s throaty moans. He reveled in the way her skin reddened under his touch, the color contrasting beautifully with the white droplets of wax that solidified on her skin.
With every spank, every drop of wax, Leslie whimpered and writhed. The sounds of their heavy breathing and her soft moans filled the cave, blending with the distant rumble of the storm outside.
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Leslie was swimming in sensation, lost in an ocean of delight and torment that was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. Every drop of wax that hit her skin sent a jolt of pain radiating through her body, sharp and sudden, before morphing into a soothing warmth that left her aching for more. The sting of Alex’s palm as he spanked her sent shockwaves of bliss coursing through her veins.
As he walked around her, the slow, deliberate sound of his footsteps on the sandy cave floor played a tantalizing counterpoint to the rapid thud of her heartbeat in her ears. The knowledge that she was on display, completely at his mercy, only served to stoke the fire of desire burning within her.
"What are you waiting for?" she breathed, the words coming out as a desperate plea, her body trembling with the need for release.
In response, Alex delivered another sharp spank to her already reddened skin. The impact made her cry out. "For you to beg," he said, his voice low and smoky, filled with a commanding authority that made her pulse quicken.
Her resolve lasted for a few more minutes, each second an agonizing eternity. But the need building within her was a powerful tide, overwhelming in its intensity. Her breath came in short, rapid gasps, her body twisting and writhing as the tension built.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she broke. "Alex," she whimpered, her voice shaky and filled with desperate yearning. "Please. Please touch me, Sir. "
Her plea echoed through the cave, the raw need in her voice slicing through the charged silence like a lightning bolt. She was open, vulnerable, her desire for him laid bare. This was her surrender, her body's undeniable cry for the touch she craved, the release she needed.
Tension strung Leslie's body tight as a bowstring, every nerve alive and sparking with the promise of release. Behind her, the cave was filled with the haunting echo of Alex's footsteps. Then there was silence. She heard the soft rustle of fabric against skin and knew he’d taken off his boxers.
She instinctively twisted her head to look over her shoulder, but his command stopped her short. "Eyes forward."
Obediently, she turned her gaze to the cave wall in front of her, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild drum. Her body screamed for relief.
The gentle rustle of skin against skin echoed around her, the subtle but unmistakable sound of him pleasuring himself.
"Alex," she gasped, her voice coming out as a strangled whisper, the very air around her seeming to vibrate with her desperate plea.
His low chuckle reverberated through the cave, the sound dark and full of promise. Suddenly, he was kneeling behind her, smoothing through her slick folds to rub her clit. She cried out, the sudden contact taking her by surprise. Her body jerked, her hands clenching behind her as pleasure sparked through her, radiating from her center in powerful waves.
Alex continued stroking her, his touch sure and precise, and it wasn’t long before he had her teetering on the brink of release. It was a beautiful torment, one that left her crying out for more.
Her world narrowed down to the feel of his hand, the rhythm of his touch, and the relentless build of pleasure that threatened to consume her. The cave, the storm, the rest of the world—all of it fell away, leaving only them and the relentless crescendo of their shared desire.
Alex's senses were on fire. The scent of her, the sight of her writhing, the sounds of her soft gasps and whimpers echoing in the cave—it all converged into a heady cocktail of raw, primal desire that had his cock throbbing with need.