Chapter Fifty-Two
Black Rose Underground. My private suite.
Skye wears only platform stilettos and black-and-red lace panties.
“Lie down on the table,” I say darkly.
A black sheet sits on top of the leather table. I’ve prepared for something. Her nipples are hard.
I flash back to the last time we were in this room—that horrid evening when we almost ended for good because of something she wanted. Something I can never give her.
This lifestyle means as much—perhaps more—to me as it always has.
What it means to Skye has changed, though. Play is play.
It’s not punishment for anything she did in the past.
If I punish her, it’s because she disobeys me during play. And part of her loves to be disobedient.
She lies down as commanded, my diamond choker around her neck—a symbol of who she belongs to when she’s here.
“Hold this.” I place a black leather flogger next to her hip.
She grasps it in her hand, her body shivering.
I proceed slowly, despite the fact that I know she’s excited to move forward. “I’m not going to bind you tonight,” I say. “You have only your obedience to me in this room to hold yourself still as I do what I do. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she says.
“I’ve never given you a safe word. I give you one now.”
“Okay, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”
“Just in case,” I say. “Your safe word is ‘always.’ Because you’re mine. Always.”
“Always,” she repeats softly. “And you’re mine. Always.”
“I am. I never thought I’d want to belong to another person, but I’m yours. Always.”
She smiles, and she reaches forward—
I grab the flogger from her and whip her hand away.
She drops it back down to her side.
“Stay still,” I command. “And stay quiet, as well. The only thing you’re allowed to say is your safe word, if you need it.”
She nods.
She understands.
And so do I.
I understand Skye so much better than the last time we were here together.
I understand myself much better as well.
What goes on in this room is my choice, not hers. Her choice is whether to consent.
I move away from the table. When I return, I pick up the flogger once more and whip it across her breasts.
She gasps.
I gasp as well, and my cock strains. “I brought a blush to your tits. So beautiful.”
Her nipples are straining, having grown even harder from the flogger.
I bring it across her breasts again, and then once more.
Then I whip her abdomen softly. Then harder. Harder still.
Until I come to her clit.
It’s hard and straining. I can tell she wants to lift her hips.
But she’s bound.
Bound only by my command, but my will is stronger than the mightiest rope in Skye’s mind.
What a fucking turn-on.
I’m so hard. So ready.
I hold the flogger in my hand—an extension of myself. The leather strands weave their way into my blood and breath. A weapon of pleasure, not pain.
I tease her with the flogger, trailing it ever so lightly over her clit.
She’s ready to explode. I can tell by the way her body tenses, the slight quiver in her legs. Her breath has grown shallow and quick, trembling as it leaves her parted lips. I can almost taste her anticipation, thick in the air between us.
I tease her slowly. Each stroke is deliberate, leather on bare skin as we both teeter on the edge. The rustic scent of leather and raw desire fills the room.
I inhale deeply. Savor the fragrance of Skye and what I’m doing to her.
She jerks under the flogger. With each whip her body becomes more flushed and beautiful.
Yes. She’s ready. Ready for something special. Something she asked for.
And this time, despite my past, I can give it to her.
I turn from her for a moment and grab a red taper candle out of a drawer. Then I turn back her.
“Soy wax,” I say. “It burns cooler than paraffin. I can’t risk burning your beautiful skin.”
I hand the candle to her then. She grasps it tightly.
I pull out a match. “I could use a lighter, but I prefer matches.”
It’s the wood. Part of nature, rather than a manmade lighter. I strike it and then light the candle.
“Watch the flame,” I say. “Let it hypnotize you as you hold it.”
She brings the candle in front of her and inhales the aroma of the lit match, the sweetness of the burning wax. The small flame grows, flickering in a discordant rhythm. She stares at its orange warmth, at the red wax beginning to melt.
And I watch as she relaxes, her body still rosy from the flogging.
After a few minutes, I take the candle from her and tip it, so a drop of wax hits the inside of my forearm. It’s warm. Hot even. But not scalding. It’s perfect.
She opens her mouth, but I regard her sternly.
“I’m testing the wax, Skye. I’ll never put something on your body that I wouldn’t put on my own. It’s my duty to protect you. Always.”
Always.
Her safe word.
Except it’s so much more than a safe word to me.
I was so distraught when I couldn’t protect her from the Reardons. So upset that I was ready to leave her rather than have her in harm’s way.
Does she now understand my need to protect her? To never let her down? To keep her safe? Always?
I test the wax once more, watching it harden on my forearm. I nod. “It’s ready.”
Her body beckons like an artist’s canvas.
What shall I paint first?
I hold the candle over her, knowing the anticipation is driving her wild.
I tilt the candle and let the wax drip on the top of one breast. She gasps at the burn but then softens. The wax meanders for a few seconds before beginning to harden.
I tip the candle once more, and another drop drizzles onto her areola.
Her nipple hardens as the areola shrinks around it. The red hue of the wax makes her nipple look painted.
Painted red.
And it’s fucking hot, in more ways than one.
My cock is ready to explode as her hips rise.
Yes, I told her to stay still, but I don’t admonish her.
Instead, I groan.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say as I drip more wax over her breasts and nipples. “God, I didn’t know how hot this would be.”
She sighs.
More drips, the flaming hotness melting against her and then cooling quickly into abstract shapes, not one the same.
I trail the candle lower.
Her hard clit is so tempting. So beautiful.
I could easily pour hot wax onto it. And she’ll let me. She trusts me.
I groan again. “I thought about binding you, but I decided against it, and I’m glad. You couldn’t be more beautiful than you are now, bound only by my command.” I drip wax on her abdomen, close to her mound.
She shivers as the wax cools and hardens.
No clit. I can’t take the chance that her sensitive flesh will burn.
I move down to her thighs, dripping the wax into long rivers over her flesh. I spread her legs. “You’re glistening, Skye. So wet. Fuck.”
I blow out the candle.
She sucks in a breath.
I disrobe quickly, and within seconds I’m hovering over her, ready to plunge inside.
“I love you, Skye. I fucking love you so much.” I thrust into her.
The wax shapes bend slightly with each of my thrusts, and her nipples react to the friction. She meets my gaze.
“I love you, too, Braden. So much.”
I lift my eyebrows slightly at her disobedience. I haven’t told her she can speak.
Should I punish her?
But I’m inside her, her tight walls sucking me in, completing me.
I close my eyes, squeezing them shut as I continue to fuck her hard and fast.
And with each thrust, she lifts her hips.
Part of me longs for her touch, for her to grab my ass and pull me farther into her.
In Kansas, at the hotel… Pure sex. Vanilla sex.
We’ll do that again.
But not today.
Her walls clamp around me, and her climax is inevitable. I dive into her, fucking her, fucking her, fucking her…
And when she comes, she undulates into me, takes my body into hers with more passion than ever before.
She moans and cries out, shuddering beneath me as her pussy explodes around my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan as I release into her.
I soar to the clouds with each contraction of my cock that flows through my body like wildfire.
And I know.
I know, despite that I thought I was protecting her, that I would never have been able to stay away from her.
She is the woman I will spend my life with.
Always.