i giggled as i poured us each another glass of champagne. candles flickered in the dimly lit dining room. my Love smiled at me from across the table, taking my hand in His, lowering His head to kiss it. He pushed His empty dish away, along with His glass and cutlery. His smoldering eyes took me in as i scooped a small portion of vanilla (ha! ironic!) ice cream onto my spoon. i slid the silverware into my mouth, swirling my tongue along its surface, sucking and moaning.
"good ice cream?" He laughed. i nodded seductively and put the spoon back between my lips. He bit His lip and i saw His leg twitch. i was delighted; He was enjoying my little show! I smirked and went to lick the spoon again, when...
He grabbed my wrist. "don't think you can be such a little tease and get away with it".
two seconds was all it took. He jumped to his feet, grabbed my waist and bent me over the table. i shuddered, anticipating a bite or a smack or a pinch....but that wasn't His plan for me, tonight.
He stood in front of me, pensive. that look was in His eye, that naughty, creative spark. delicious shivers ran down my spine. no one could make me feel this way with just a look... even the thought of Him staring at me like that drives me crazy... He told me to go to the bedroom, undress and lie down...so i did. He said He wouldn't be long; He had to get something.
it only took a couple of minutes, but it felt much longer. He marched into the room with a tray of candles, all lit.
"I'm going to need you to be quiet. very. quiet". i nodded nervously.
"I know you can't control yourself around Me, so--" i opened my mouth to protest, even though i knew He was right, and He shoved something velvet in my mouth. i choked, startled, and He stroked my hair to calm me. I looked up at Him with wide, chocolate eyes.
"yes?" He took the velvet out of my mouth.
"i'll prove i can be quiet".
"oh, really?". He sounded amused.
i nodded. He responded by squeezing my tit. i yelped.
"like I said". He laughed. i squirmed and was forced into silence again.
"sweetheart," His voice softened. "lie down". i did as i was told and He nodded in approval.
He and i have a very special connection...our passion for each other, the fact that we're in love, of course, but that's not what i mean....
on occasion, He knows me better than i know myself. when i'm sad for no reason at all, He comforts me with sweet words and kisses. when i'm upset, He figures out why and we make it better. my masochism is no different. He'd never "really" hurt me. just enough pain and delicious nervous energy to make the pleasure that much more ecstatic. He uncovered this part of me and nurtures it, prodding and scratching and biting, all lovingly.
He knows i discovered hot wax by accident. i was eighteen. i sat reading a book by candlelight and upset a candle. its melted wax poured over my bare thighs. i screamed... then realized how good it felt. so i dumped the rest on top!
but all this green wax, poured on me by His skillful hands, while I lay helpless? this was new and terrifying. blissfully so.
"I know you like green," He said in a conversational tone, as though we were discussing the weather. "so do I. but I couldn't choose a shade..." He pointed to the tray. sure enough, every shade imaginable was there.
He kissed each of my wrists, then bound them above my head. my ankles were tied to the bottom of the bed frame.. i pushed against the rope, testing it. no give at all. He grinned.
"this colour is nice," He announced, picking up a pale green votive. i raised my eyebrows. He tilted the candle, holding it well above my torso. i tensed as a drop made contact with my sensitive skin. as the wax cooled, it felt pleasantly warm...then quickly became cold and hard. i had no time to dwell on it though, for He had another candle, this one a deeper green, and much larger.
wordlessly, He let it drip, drip, drip onto my stomach. i whimpered into the velvet gag. it hurt. it hurt. it was...kind of nice. He held it horizontally now, and all of the melted wax cascaded over my breasts.
i writhed in His embrace.
i don't remember when He put the candle down and came to hold me, nor when my wrists were untied and my mouth ungagged, but i woke up wax-free, cozy and snuggled in His arms.
Un Frisson Nouveau | A New Thrill
