22 - NAZÁR
22
NAZáR
S he’ll be leaving me soon. That’s all I can think about. That and ways to convince her to stay because I’m not ready for our time to end. I’ve even considered buying her property and transforming it into a lucrative resort, but I don’t think she’ll agree.
Camila isn’t afraid of impact play, anal penetration, or anything else that I throw her way. Her breasts jut upward, and a moan slips from her partially open lips. I lean down and pull her lips into mine, sucking her breath away. Her eyes flit to mine, and I keep my mouth over hers, stealing her breath and not allowing her to have any oxygen.
Slowly, I release, and when I step back, she coughs as she tries to refill her lungs with fresh oxygen. When she’s calm again, I resume my activity, dribbling orange candle wax over her thighs and hips, mingling with the white, purple, and blue already drizzled there.
“How does that feel, mi amor?”
“It burned at first, but the higher you lifted the candle, the more it felt good. It almost tickled,” she shares.
I exchange the orange for a yellow candle and repeat the pattern on her left side, creating the same swaying line until I reach her breasts. Reaching across the table, I grab the orange candle again and make large looping circles around her breasts, holding a candle in each hand, coloring her left breast orange and the right one yellow.
“Mm. Feels so good,” she purrs, flicking her nipples with the edge of her nails.
Slowly, I lower the candles closer to her body as I watch the yellow and orange wax drip onto her nipples. Camila grips the edge of the table, her body turning rigid at the pain. She bites her bottom lip, causing the color from her lip to dissipate.
“You’re so beautiful, mi amor,” I say, dragging a finger through her slickness.
When I’m satisfied that she’s on the brink of pain and my cock is harder than before, I step away, placing the candles on the table.
“Turn over, Princesa.”
She does as I ask, and I grab the ball gag.
“I don’t want to hear your screams, and yet, I know you won’t be able to hold them in,” I say, securing the leather collar at the back of her neck and fitting the ball inside her open and waiting mouth.
When I’m finished, I pull the blindfold over her eyes. Then I move to my cabinet and grab the supplies I’ll need.
I found Camila on the beach today, playing volleyball in the fucking nude. I nearly lost my damn mind when I saw her like that. However, I had to restrain myself from allowing everyone else to see my jealousy, but with one glance at me, she knew that I was angry.
I haven’t spoken with her about it since she returned to my place. She’ll know soon enough. In the few days she’s been staying at the guest cottage, she’s been punished a few times. I think she loves the pain and looks forward to my punishments.
Her body is an eclectic art piece with reds, oranges, purples, blues, and whites. I run my fingers over her body, basking in the wax’s smooth yet rough surface.
I remove the gag temporarily and ask, “Do you trust me, Princesa?”
“I do.”
“I am about to remove the wax, but you must be very still.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Only if you move. I have a knife, and that’s what I’m going to use to remove the wax from your body,” I say, replacing the ball gag.
I drag the back of the knife along the backs of her thighs.
Chill bumps rise along her skin, but she remains still. Only soft whooshes of breath can be heard. Slowly, I pull the knife across the wax on the backs of her thighs, removing the remnants of wax there. I’m so proud of how obedient she is. She’s remarkably still as I remove the candle wax from her ass, hips, back, shoulders, belly, breasts, and legs.
When I’m finished, I drag the knife across the bottom of her feet. Camila clenches the sides of the table and inhales deeply, holding her breath. Shaking the remnants of the wax from the knife, I press it against the inside of her thigh, dragging it along her pussy, and coating the blade with her juices.
I pull the blindfold up so that she can watch me. I place the knife in my mouth, sucking it clean. I hear a tiny gasp erupting from her before she starts moaning.
Placing the knife on her belly, I slowly drag it back up to her breasts, tracing slow circles around her nipples with the tip of my blade.
“Mmm,” she moans around the ball gag when I smack her pussy lips with my free hand.
She arches up, and I know she wants more. Now, I exchange the knife for a feather.
Slowly, I drag the feather down her body, and she struggles to maintain control.
“Be still,” I growl as I drag the feather between her legs, up her midsection, and along her neck. We engage in soft play for a while. When I know she’s had enough, I help her off the table and tie her to the St. Andrew’s Cross with her back to me, securing the blindfold in place again.
Once she’s cuffed, I pull out the crop with the rubber edge. With one hand, I drag the feather up and down her body and spank her with the other. Alternating between tickling and spanking makes her skin extremely sensitive and keeps her nerve endings alert.
When I know she’s ripe for the pain, I apply plastic clips along her back and hear her first whimper. Leaning in, I pull the ball gag back and ask, “Safe word?”
“No!” she hisses, pressing her face against the cross.
I replace the ball gag and exchange the crop and tickler for two floggers. With alternating hands, I whip her shoulders, thighs, and ass. Her moans of pleasure and pain are my delight. My cock grows harder the more we play, and I continue until her skin turns red.
Only then do I use the floggers to whip the pins off her body, hitting her harder and harder until the clips fall off slowly, one by one.
Uncuffing her and removing the ball gag and blindfold, I ask, “How are you?”
“Ready for you,” she whispers.
I see the tears streaking her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Dominio.”
“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Punishment feels so good, though.”
“Do you know why you’re being punished?” I repeat in a harsh tone.
Her gaze meets mine, and I see a bit of defiance there.
“Of course I do. You were pissed when you saw me playing ball with the others on the beach.”
“Nude!”
She glances away. I lead her to a chair in the corner where she sits, and I hand her a pair of fishnet leggings that only cover up to her thighs.
After she pulls them on, I tie her legs to the chair. She’s spread eagle before me, and I kneel in front of her, pulling open the storage bin of the chair. I remove a vibrator, a bullet vibrator, and a butt plug.
She shifts comfortably in the chair for me to insert the butt plug inside her. Then she reaches for the bullet vibrator, and I allow her to place it inside herself while I grab the vibrator and turn it on.
“You will feel all the pleasure I bring you, Princesa. But you will not release any of it. I will take you to the edge and make your body feel pleasure, but you cannot give in to it. No matter how badly you want to come, you’re not allowed to fucking come. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Dominio.”
“Good girl,” I say, grabbing the handle of the bullet vibrator. I twist it inside her, watching her head drop back and her eyes close as she releases a moan of pleasure. I place the vibrator against her clit and pump the vibrating bullet in and out of her pussy with my other hand.
“Please, Dominio. It feels so good,” she moans.
“That’s what I want, mi amor.”
I remove both and kiss her pussy lips, sucking at them until her hips arch upward.
“Please! Just fuck me,” she begs.
I replace the vibrator and the vibrating bullet inside of her, fucking her until tears are flowing down her face.
“I can’t take anymore, baby, please,” she begs.
Pressing my finger against her clit I rub it in hard, fast circles and meet her gaze. “I am not your fucking baby.”
She holds her breath as I pump the vibrating bullet in and out of her.
“Dominio, please!”
Slowly, I pull the butt plug out and then push it back in until my movements increase, using it to fuck her in the ass at the same time I’m using the vibrating bullet to pleasure her pussy.
“I . . . I . . . can’t . . . take anymore!” she cries.
“You can, Princesa, and you will .”
Tossing the vibrating bullet aside, I use my fingers and the vibrator to pump inside her for several seconds before sitting back and allowing her to sit there with her legs spread.
She moves her hand between her legs, and I growl, “Did I give you fucking permission to touch yourself?”
“No,” she cries, removing her hand.
I see how she’s buckling and wishes her legs could close, but she can’t.
“You will pay for showing off what belongs to me.”
“I’m sorry, Dominio.”
“ Te arrepentirás mucho . You will be very sorry,” I repeat in English.
I apply the vibrating bullet to her clit, and she moans and purrs.
“Do. Not. Come,” I warn.
She’s so fucking beautiful spread before me with her glistening pink pussy and those beautiful thick lips.
“I can’t take it.”
“You can take it, Princesa. You’re stronger than you know.”
I smack her pussy hard with my palm, and she arches as much as the bindings will allow her. Her eyes close in bliss, but the tears return when I rub the vibrator generously against her clit and pussy.
When I feel she’s had enough, I walk beside her, unzip my pants, and tell her, “You will pleasure me.”
Her eyes dart up to meet mine, and then she shifts her gaze sideways.
“Is there a problem, Princesa?”
“No,” she replies, grabbing my cock in her hands.
Her lips are wet and warm, her mouth hot and deep. She takes me inside her mouth, working around my piercing, and sucks me raw and hard. Fuck!
I’ve wanted to feel her mouth on me almost from the night I saw her on that balcony. Not once have I asked her, nor has she ever suggested it, but it was so worth the wait.
“Suck me off, Princesa,” I order.
Her hands hold me tight, pulling me in deeper and returning to the tip again. When I can take no more, I grab the back of her head and pump her mouth hard and vigorously as if I were inside her.
She hums around my cock, and spit dribbles down her chin, down my dick, and her eyes begin to water.
“Use your free hand to fuck your ass with the butt plug,” I tell her.
Camila shifts in her seat, grabs the butt plug, pulls it out slowly, and pushes it back while holding my dick with her other hand and working me over with her mouth. My cock grows harder in her mouth, watching her fuck her own ass, and I’m so close to releasing my seed down her throat that I don’t think I can hold off much longer.
She sucks me harder until I pull out and hold my dick long enough to regain control. I untie her bindings and walk her to the bed, wrapping her lower legs and thighs together in elastic bindings. When she’s on her knees with her ass and feet in the air, I use the butt plug to fuck her, and with my free hand, I stroke my dick.
“Dominio, it feels so good,” she moans.
I smack her ass, enjoying the redness that develops and her soft, sensual moans. Moving toward the top of the bed, I turn her face toward me and rub my dick against her lips. She licks all around the head and sucks it back into her mouth.
When I finally pull back because I can take no more, I flip her onto her back, release the bindings, and straddle her. Again, she takes my dick into her mouth and sucks until I’m on edge. Pulling back, I release my come around her neck, decorating her with a pearl necklace.
“Good girl,” I say, kissing her lips.
When I stand and pull her up, she asks, “And me?”
“And you will not have an orgasm until tomorrow. You wanted inside of my world . . . So welcome to Dominio’s Den.”