“Are you still mad at me?” I ask, leaning back on the couch.
Yasmine walks into the suite without so much as a look in my direction. She has a large bag with her which means she came to stay. I sigh.
“So your plan is to ignore me?”
She moves around the bedroom, going through her bags looking for something. Ignoring me. Like I don’t exist. Like I am barely more than a pet biting on her ankles.
“What do you want from me, Yasmine? I got jealous. I… I…” I rub my hair violently “I lost it. I don’t want you with anyone else. Ever.” I whisper “Can you forgive me?”
“No” she sighs, sounding bored “But I can punish you”
I have a little smirk.
“Even better”
Yasmine stares me down, still trying to decide whether or not we should carry on.
“It will hurt” she snaps the words, making sure I know she means them.
“Bring it” my grin doesn’t falter.
“All right” she is crossing her arms like she wants to end this conversation, which is great because so do I “But you do understand that I’m a whore?” She is testing me with that fucking word I hate.
I swallow long and hard.
“I understand that you are a whore. I'm sorry, I..."
“That’s enough. I’m sick of your apologies” she found a dark and long case in one of her bags that seems to be what she wanted all along “Get naked and do it fast, or I’ll start with your clothes still on”. She’s still not looking at me, making me feel like I’m just something in the background. Something she is going to use for purposes that are yet unclear.
She said she would punish me.
She said it would hurt.
In my head, I immediately picture a whip but… that case is far too small for a whip.
That’s about when I start to get a little worried.
She is furious at me, treating me like an object and threatening to punish me with something unknown that is meant to hurt.
This is the first time I consider using the safe word.
But my curiosity is far greater than my sense of self preservation, so here we go.
I undress like she told me to, but I keep my briefs on. I don’t know why. It just seemed smart to have some protection over my dick?
She turns to it looking displeased.
A raging grimace in her beautiful face.
“You think it smart to disobey me?”
Before, Yasmine always desired me. I could tell by the way she stared at my chest or licked her lips. Today, however, she looks at me like she would a serving of escargots.
There is no desire.
Only coldness.
“I said naked, Joe. Do you know what naked means? If you want I can bring you a dictionaire and spank you with it”
“Why don’t we begin” I glare at her case “and you can take my briefs off when we’re in bed?”
“Why don’t you be quiet” she opens the case and I see I was wrong: you can fit a whip in there “and do as you’re told?”
The handle was short and the flogging part of the whip is a bunch of flexible little leather strips that she rolled around the handle so it would fit in the case. Yasmine shakes her weapon just enough so the little strips can fall off, looking heavy as fuck.
There’s still more stuff inside her case.
But what the hell is it?
My cock is getting a little hard. I like this, Yas. We’re perfect for each other.
I take my briefs off and she analyses my cock without a hint of desire in her eyes.
I’m not at half mast yet, I’m barely a third of the way there which means I am mostly flacid under her judgement.
She is humiliating me.
And it’s making my skin tingle.
Fucking whore.
There is not a lot in this world more delicious than the idea of payback.
Humiliate me, you cunt.
Do it.
One of these days, I’ll have enough and I’ll take it all out on your ass.
But for now… you do it.
I’m getting harder.
She blinks staring at my half firm cock, with a face of disappointment. I’m not ashamed of my size, but this fucking woman looks at me like she was expecting a great chocolate cake but, instead, had to make due with a shared energy bar.
“I guess size doesn’t really matter” she shrugs.
“I know I’m not small, Yasmine, fuck off”
“And what good is having all that cock and not knowing how to use it?” She turns back to her mysterious case “Who was the guy you had to punch? The one who called me a whore?” I hesitate… why is she bringing this up… “What do you think he could do to me if he had your size?”
The idea of another man fucking her makes me ache.
At least she called out some random guy and not… David. That’s who she is actually thinking about.
I clench my fists.
Well… she did warn me it would hurt.
“You want to hit me, Joey?”she slides her sweet touch down my arms until she finds my gritted fists “Too bad you’re not man enough for that” she moans “I could use a spanking right now”
Oh, is that so?
I try to move a step closer, but she holds out the whip keeping between us whatever distance she deems appropriate.
Yasmine smells like a good fuck. I swear: it’s like she masturbates herself soaking wet and then drenches her whole body in pussy juice.
I get harder and harder until I’m completely ready.
Getting fully erect over her perfume.
I want to lick her. And spank her. But licking comes first.
“Lay down” she gets a lighter out of her case and I stop moving.
“What’s that?”
“If you don’t lay down, it will hurt more” she lights a red, thick candle.
“I’m not sure I am into this”
“It was on your kink list” she blinks, waiting for me to decide “Are you telling me to stop?” She reminds me of my safe word.
That fucking kink list.
She plays with the candle in the air, being an adorable little tease.
The stuff I plan on doing to her is far worst than some silly candle. So I might as well…
“No” I decide “I’m not telling you to stop”.
She tilts the candle and a fat drop of wax falls on my chest, sliding down my skin until it cools enough to stop moving.
It hurts like a motherfucker and I push myself away from her.
“Holy fuck, Yasmine”
“I told you it would hurt more if you were standing”
“Why?”
“Hmm?” She moans dancing her fingers on the edge of the wax “Well, you see…” she licks her lips, watching the red marks over my chest. She is getting turned on now “If you lay down I can keep the candle far away from you when I tilt it. The wax cools a bit before hitting skin” she blows on the wax and I feel the chills travel from my chest to my cock “The wax also slides more if you’re standing” she grins, her eyes locked on my muscles “But you insist to disobey…” she whispers “You’re the worst sub I ever had”.
She threatens to tilt the candle on my chest again, only this time, I doubt it would be just one drop falling on my skin. I hurry to the bed and lay down before this fucking cunt soaks me in hot wax.
My hurrying to obey her like a little puppy pleases her immensely. She bites her smirk and she is so fucking hot my dick is hurting.
“Come here” I jerk off, waiting for her to join.
Give me head, Yas.
Lick my dick and my balls. Bite my thighs.
She, of course, does none of that.
The candle gets placed on the table while she can undress, which she does very casually. Like a tired woman, alone in her bathroom, not like this smoking hot piece of ass who exists to tempt the sanity of men.
Her lingerie is right on theme: bright red, making my blood boil. And the cherry on top: the thing is fucking translucid. Meaning I can see her nipples and her slit through the fabric.
“Come here, right now” I grab my dick tighter. I am holding myself up on one elbow so I can watch her better.
She slaps my chest forcing me to lay down and I take it willingly, letting her straddle me.
I let go of my dick so I can grab her thighs, pushing my hard on against the slit beyond the translucid fabric.
I can feel her pussy when she rides me, making me want to close my eyes. Which I would have done if she didn’t reach for the case, making me go on high alert, waiting for the wax to come down biting me once again.
However… the wax doesn’t come.
Instead she has a tube of great smelling oil. The kind of stuff you find at massage parlours that make you want to fall asleep.
She pours some in her hands before spreading it on my chest. Her touch made warmer because of the oil, sliding hungry hands over my muscles. I sink my fingers in her thighs, forcing her hips, making her ride me so I could feel the heat from her pussy just as the one from her fingers.
She leans downs, her lips hovering mine.
The warmth of her body feeling almost like a chill breeze after the wax and the oil.
“Most people don’t like using oil for this” she teases me.
“Most people are insane. This is wonderful”
She smiles like the Devil must do once his victims realize they are trapped there forever.
“Hmm” she moans “Wait until you feel the wax, baby, the oil will make it that much hotter” her giggle makes me wish I had two cocks so I could shove one in her ass and one in her throat at the same time “You are going to fry”
“You wanna scar me or something? Are you crazy?”
“This is paraffin” she points to the candle “It doesn’t need a lot of heat to melt. It won’t burn you… too bad” she smiles “And I’m very careful with my candles: they are all edible, organic and cruelty free. Well…” she makes a face “Until I buy them, that is” She holds the candle up and as far away from her face as her arm can reach… then she tilts a drop of wax on her own tongue.
Her. Own. Tongue.
She swallows the drop, hungry and horny, with a moan of satisfaction that makes my body send all my blood down to my cock in such violent urgency that my hips jump up.
My dick is throbbing against her translucid panties.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Joe” she tells me “It will be hard, just like I enjoy it. I can use the candles… I can use the flogger…” she point her chin to the whip “All these things were on your kink list, but… it looks like you don’t know exactly what you put in there, do you?”
“I… Maybe”
“Mmm-hmm” she disapproves “So tell me now… do you want the candle?”
Oh fuck yes.
“Oh, fuck yes”
She smiles.
“And the flogger?”
“Bring it on”.
She tilts the whole candle over my chest. This time she drops it from far enough that it does feel a bit colder when it reaches me. It’s still plenty hot though. The wax heats my skin up wherever it slides to, while Yasmine rides that sweet pussy over me and I can’t stop the moan that’s making its way out of my throat.
Fuck, this feels good.
“More?” She laughs cause she knows she needs no answer.
“Please” I beg, jolting my hips up into her pussy.
She scratches my chest, playing with the oil, before letting more red wax drop down painting my skin. My body would twitch and turn. The heat of her candles. The heat of her thighs.
Yasmine would test it from different heights, testing my limits and (just like she once said) she required no words from me: she could understand my body in silence.
I want more.
I want less.
I want it this way.
I want you rubbing your pussy.
I want you moaning in my ear.
She understood it all.
I never said a word.
“Do you want to try it?” She asks, blowing on the coloured trails on my chest.
She stops straddling me and my cock misses her immediately, until she takes off her bra exposing her tits. The candle swinging from her fingers, like a tease.
I grab her thigh and take the candle, but she never lets it go completely. She guides me. Teaching me how to pour the wax all over her body. I lick some off her thigh and I may have bitten her also. Sometimes, with Yasmine, it’s hard to know exactly what it is I am doing… she can make a man lose his grip on reality. I am only vaguely aware I was painting her thigh red.
In time, she decides I can be trusted and hands me the candle. I tried to keep it far away from skin, like she told me to, but that’s because I forgot Yasmine is far more experienced than I am. All that distance was making it boring for her and every time I hesitated, she would bring the candle closer and closer.
Drops also seem to do nothing for her. So soon enough, I was pouring streams of wax, drawing patterns on her leg, making lines up and down her inner thigh, quietly making my way to her pussy.
She took my hand and I thought maybe I was doing something wrong. I was about to apologize when I noticed she was guiding me to her tits.
Wax melting on her nipples, like the candle was jerking off and throwing its load all over her.
I don’t think I have ever been this hard in my life.
Her pleasure felt so good it was like she was moaning inside my fucking cock.
She likes this.
Really fucking like this.
The burn turning her on until her nipples were rigid dots on her tits, and soon they were getting covered in hot wax. Like red cum all over her tits, chilling as I blew on them until it became a crust of cooled wax covering her hard nipples.
I was about to faint.
There wasn’t enough blood in my body to maintain the erection this woman was forcing on me. My legs shake, I am light headed.
But, for the life of me, I kept covering those sweet tits with wax.
Her moans were the worst.
Why the fuck did she have to moan?
I was gonna cum on her naked legs, over the red patterns I drew myself.
But, as only a professional could, she noticed my imminent orgasm and took the candle away.
“Your turn” she decides and I lay back down like a good boy.
This time she has no mercy.
Streams of wax get poured down on my chest, my arms, my thighs… long lines of red, branding me all over. The pain feels… strange. Like it’s heightening my senses, making my body long for pleasure even harder.
And that’s why when Yasmine takes off her panties to straddle me completely naked, I feel like I might really lose my mind. She rubs herself on me, masturbating me with her pussy lips and I am about to lose reason.
I’ll confess to whatever she wants.
I’ll commit to being her toy for the rest of my life.
I will deny God, Country and Grandfather… all for that pussy.
Her wet flesh sliding up and down my cock. Her moaning filling the room alongside mine. Our shared pleasure. Our shared breathing. Our shared pain.
My eyes are closed shut not because I want to, but because I need to.
Pleasure overwhelms me and I haven’t even fucked her yet.
I can feel her sliding away from me, her pussy slipping down and down… getting off my cock. But the juices her pussy left behind feel warmer and sweeter than the any candle wax ever could. It pleases me better, and it’s absence pains me harder.
I feel more wax pouring on my nipples and I dare not open my eyes… until I fell another candle being tilted, and this time right over my cock.
My shaft gets covered in hot paraffin and I sit up, in despair, my heart beating strong as fuck, trying to get blood to other parts of my body so I can escape this demon-woman if I so choose to.
“Are you crazy?” I panic.
“I am. Don’t you want to see what happens next?” She is riding one of my thighs, using my leg as a dildo to jerk herself off when she tilts the candle over her own clit.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she rolls her eyes, moaning louder than I ever heard her moan.
“You want me to stop?” She flicks the attacked clit bringing herself so much pleasure she can hardly speak.
“No” I grab her arms, her thighs, her waist, anything that is in reach “Do it” I growl “Do it, do it”
The candle hover over my dick, like an omen. Like a promise. Like a torture. She tilts it slow… so slow I can see the puddle of melted paraffin on top threatening to slip out over the edge of the candle. Almost.
Just one more inch.
And there it goes.
Hot fucking wax covering my cock and balls. I close my eyes so hard I am afraid to open them: no, I’m not sure why. It’s not logical. It’s not sane. I am just hiding behind my eyelids while Yasmine…
Then I hear it.
The whip cracking in the air.
The leather hitting my chest with all her might.
Cracking the crusts of red wax that have formed all over my skin.
“Son of a bitch” I yell out, grabbing my chest.
Beginner’s mistake, you see… having my hands protecting my chest leaves my cock out in the open.
Yasmine strikes my poor dick without a hint of mercy, giving full meaning to the word sadist.
The wax cracks with every new hit. Another one on my chest. And another one on my cock. Then my arms and thighs and wherever else the candles had kissed me.
She was cleaning me of the wax.
Cleaning me with violence.
My skin was red and not because of the wax. Every part of me was so extremely touchy I could feel changes in the weather. So when Yasmine dropped the whip and attacked my chest with her nails, let me tell you: I never felt a woman scratching me like that before. It was like every single nerve on my skin had been stripped to the wire.
Her nails carry on being her current tool of choice. She takes all the wax away from my cock, letting it breathe again before blowing on it. She makes a little pout with those lustful bright red lips of hers, inches away from the tip of my cock and blows her breath on me.
If my chest was touchy, my cock was about to reach nirvana.
I feel everything.
Her whispers, her moans… fuck, I am so touchy I can feel her fucking thoughts at this point.
Then, without a fucking warning, she buries my dick in her flesh.
Hot wet pussy around me and all my lust and desire squeeze in together to that one delicious point where our bodies meet, before exploding as orgasm builds up.
The hot wax, the whips, the scratching… all of that had made my cock so sensitive, it was like I was fucking without a condom for the first time, again. Overstimulation coming from something you didn’t know existed. One less layer separating you from pleasure.
Yasmine’s torturing my cock had that effect: it was like I had one less layer between me and her pussy. Like I was fucking her with a cock raw of condom and raw of skin. Just nerves on nerves. Taking it all in without missing a drop.
I think this is what costs sober men their sanity.
I don’t see how I can walk away from this without going mad from want.
My groin twitches violently and I grab on to her thighs, feeling the wax crack under my touch.
She wiggles her ass around, riding my cock in her pussy, squeezing my hands on her tits. There was paraffin there as well so I thought I’d return the favour. I slap her breast really fucking hard, making that bitch sing and dance with pleasure, pinching her nipples clean.
I would love to say I spanked her until she came, but the truth is she was riding me like the expensive whore she is. Making every dime be fucking worth it. She would lift herself up, entirely off my cock, before diving back down and eating it with her pussy. And again, and again, and again.
The woman deserved to be congratulated on stamina alone.
But I had no place in my mind for that. She rode me like that and there was not an inch in my brain capable of intelligent thought.
I was dizzy, grabbing on to her tits like both our lives depended on it.
It was too intense. Too powerful.
I grabbed her thighs and lifted us, throwing her back on the bed so I could be on top.
And that night, I fucked Yasmine like I never did any woman before her. I took her pussy like an unforgiving beast. She would scream, her thighs wrapped around me, pulling my hair. Our lungs in despair as we breathed each other’s moans.
She came first and I followed, sinking myself balls deep in her, feeling my load leave my balls to fill her up.
I wouldn’t be able to work the next day.
I wouldn’t be able to walk.
Hell… if I ever managed to breath like a human being again, I’d count that as a win.
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