Chapter 18 #4
Olivia removed her tablet from her bag and placed it on the shelf on one side of the room opposite the sofa. Lilly smiled on command and watched with curiosity at what Olivia was up to. It all clicked into place when Olivia stepped back and she could see a woman grinning back at her.
“Is this the one?” Cecily said.
“Yes, isn’t she stunning?” replied Olivia
“She’s a beauty, I am so glad Elijah finally found her,” Cecily said and clapped her hands in excitement.
“Um, hello I can hear you,” Lilly interrupted them to say, feeling talked about and not talked to.
“Oh, we know, we like talking about you. Lilly, I’m Cecily, Olivia’s best friend and I am so happy you’re there to help her through this.
If you weren’t, she would’ve run away to her sanctuary and start writing a book until the day of the wedding.
Make sure she stays in public and doesn’t go back to being a recluse. ”
“Ok, I can do that. Where are you exactly and when do you arrive?” Lilly asked.
“I’m in the US at the moment, at a gallery opening for my photographs. I should be arriving the day before the wedding, so no pressure, but it’s all on you,” Cecily said.
“Oh, ok, nothing like being thrown in the deep end, do you have any tips?” Lilly questioned.
“Hey, I can hear you, I’m just here.” Piped up Olivia smirking.
“Keep your knickers on, if you have any. Oh, speaking of which, how is that handsome man of yours, is he keeping up with your over the top horniness?” Cecily asked.
“Cecily!” Olivia yelled out and then burst into giggles. “He’s fine thanks.”
“Sorry, I should calm it down as Lilly’s here, but not too much,” Cecily said and winked and Lilly.
Lilly liked Cecily instantly, yet another person who had accepted her on sight and treated her like a long-lost friend. She could get used to having friends like these. Settling back in the comfort of the sofa, Lilly relaxed and continued to chat with Cecily while Olivia disappeared.
“Olivia, try the dress on while I talk to you about your latest scene,” Cecily demanded.
“Oh, that doesn’t sound good, didn’t you like it?” Olivia asked.
“It’s not something that I’ve read from you before so I’m not used to the subject.” Cecily continued.
“Should I just stick to shower sex and not go down the kink road?”
“You can, just, perhaps work your way up to it, why not try a wax scene? These two characters have only just met. I’m not sure they would go straight to strangulation during sex. Maybe they would but it’s a bit full on,” Cecily suggested,
“Oh, ok, Jack talked me through the kink, maybe because I haven’t experienced it, it doesn’t read well,” Olivia said through the closed curtain.
“Um, what are we talking about?” Lilly asked.
Lilly could hear Olivia sigh and looked up to the screen to watch Cecily’s reaction. It was full of mischief as she looked at Olivia.
“I’m reading her latest book of erotica.
It’s a new genre for her and the scene where the guy wraps his hands around her neck doesn’t sit well with the story.
It reads like he’s going to murder her, he doesn’t like her in the book,” Cecily answered for Olivia as she had disappeared back behind the curtain.
“Oh, I see, well I can’t help with the strangulation as I have never tried it. Wax play on the other hand I could help with.”
There were a few seconds of silence and Cecily burst into life from the other side of the Atlantic. Bouncing in her seat, she clapped her hands like a demented seal.
“You have to tell us everything. Olivia could write it into her book as the perfect scene. Spill the details.”
“Cecily,” Olivia called out, “There’s a wax scene in the book, skip to chapter eleven.”
“Is there? Excellent, I am going to read it out while you finish getting ready and then Lilly here who has had firsthand knowledge can tell us if it works.”
“Ok, that sounds good. It’s going to take me a bit of time in here, so read away Cecily. Lilly are you ok with hearing erotica?” Olivia asked.
“Oh, I can’t wait to hear it,” Lilly said and leaned back into the sofa.
“Violet lay on her back on the white sheets, naked and exposed.” Began Cecily, changing her tone to reflect the subject matter “Violet looked up at Alfie who held the lit candle above her body.
He kneeled on the bed, also naked. She anticipated it would have to be one drip at a time.
Then he blew slowly on her breast to harden the wax.
Nearer and nearer to the nipple. First the sting, then the pain would subside.
A warmness would spread from the areolas as the wax cooled and hardened, she would feel it all.
Violet let the sensual vision wash over her, not knowing when the next drop would hit or where.
Alfie placed the candle on the side table next to the bed.
She followed the flicker of light as it danced around the room.
The tension in the air aroused her. She focused back on her lover, he was holding a yellow silk scarf in his hands.
He was going to blindfold her, and that set her excitement levels higher.
Lifting her head off the pillow, she allowed him access to tie a length of material around her head and then lay back down.
The darkness added to the anticipation of what would happen next.
Taken by surprise as the first drop fell, she yelped quietly and then followed it with a sigh as she realised the quick pain was worth the longer lasting sensitivity.
She felt the drips onto her left breast and took a sharp intake of breath followed by a hiss.
Where will the next fall? She thought. Her nipple puckered in readiness, small jumps as the next sting landed so close to the last, teasing it further away from the nipple, making her wait.
A whimper escaped, she couldn’t stop the noise leaving her mouth.
A murmur of pleasure but still the drips stayed clear of her nipple.
She tried to wriggle, shifting her body to get the drop where she wanted it.
It didn’t work, she couldn’t see how the candle moved in tune with her body.
He was the one in control and not her, this drove her wild with lust. The decision of where and when the drops fell was beyond her and that made her wilder and wilder.
Each drop was falling and still not reaching the part she wanted so much.
Violet didn’t know how much more she could take.
Her hands were tied, but her hips were lifting off the bed.
Breathing shallow and raising her bottom to reposition herself but bound hands stopped her.
Every breath she took was torture, she wanted to shout out but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Another drip and she still wouldn’t give in to calling out, she’s too proud to ask Alfie.
She wanted to feel the hot sting finally fall onto her engorged nipple.
Far too proud to beg which is what he wanted.
Her back arched as each drop fell, the waiting was getting too much, and the drop on her nipple sent a shock through her body.
Letting out a yelp, a flood of emotion coursed through her body.
Violet’s orgasm was coming, she knew it and he knew it.
Neither of them was ready for that to happen just yet.
Her chest was heaving with her short breathing, neck stretched back.
Her knees and legs were starting to part, her breath was quickening now as more drops fell. She fought the restraints to free her hands, she was desperate to reach down between her open thighs. She needed to feel the friction, she needed that touch so much.