Chapter 13 #2
He brushed his lips across hers again. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now, let’s have some fun. We’ll be doing something we haven’t done in a while, but that I know you love—wax play. Any objections?”
Her eyes lit up at the mention of one of her favorite scenes to participate in. “Oh, no objections at all, Sir. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Strip while I get things ready.”
She’d gone shopping in the boutique the day before, with Sasha, Tori, and some of the other women, and was wearing a beautiful burgundy leather corset with black trim over a matching skirt that barely covered her ass.
Black ballet slippers covered her feet. It was almost a shame to have her take off the stunning outfit but seeing her nude body would be a hundred times better.
Hell, a gazillion times better. If he had his way, she’d spend most of the day naked, but since that wasn’t practical, he’d settle for whenever they were alone.
While Tiffany began to undo the hooks of her corset, Cordell stepped over to a counter with storage cabinets that held all the supplies a Dom might need.
Behind one door, he located a large, disposable blanket that he spread out over the floor in the center of the room, away from any of the furniture that might get in his way.
The slate-gray vinyl flooring used throughout the dungeon was fireproof and waterproof, but dried wax was a bitch to clean off pretty much anything, so the disposable blankets were the easiest to use.
Two pillows, with tissue paper covers that would also be thrown away after the scene was done, were added to the blanket.
Next, he retrieved an extension cord from another cabinet and plugged it into the wall.
Before the ceremony had started earlier, he’d gone into the playroom to set up an electric wax melter with six individual cups to heat the wax he planned to use.
There were three different types that worked best in BDSM play—shea butter, soy, and paraffin.
Each produced a different heat level, letting him work from the coolest to the warmest, depending on his sub’s reactions and which body part he was applying them too.
How hot they’d be for her was also determined by how high he held the ladles he’d use when dripping the wax onto her skin.
The longer it took for the liquefied wax to reach its target, the more it would cool.
Tonight, he’d be using the shea butter wax in several different colors—it was Tiffany’s personal favorite.
After unplugging the appliance, he carefully carried it over to the blanket, set it down, and plugged it in again, this time to the extension cord.
From two other cabinets, he retrieved a stainless steel bowl, which he filled in the room’s sink, and a white towel to soak in it.
The wet terry cloth would be used to quickly cool any wax that was unintentionally too hot for Tiffany’s skin, reducing the chance of any burns that could blister.
There was also a fire extinguisher and a first aid kit affixed to the wall next to the door in every playroom just in case.
There were a few more things he needed, and he quickly grabbed them from his toy bag.
One was a knife completely made of wood, sharpened on one side.
Later, he would use that to remove the hardened wax from Tiffany’s body without risking accidentally cutting her skin.
Another item was a bottle of baby oil which would make the wax removal even easier.
His submissive was already waiting for him, completely naked in all her gorgeous splendor, standing next to the blanket.
Her feet were shoulder-width apart, and her hands clasped her forearms behind her back.
He stopped behind her, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply for a moment, savoring the enticing perfume she’d worn that mixed with her own unique scent, before kissing the top of her head.
“Exquisite as always, pet. Don’t ever think for a single minute I don’t appreciate your beauty and your submission. I’m humbled by both and treasure them.”
Her voice was low and husky when she replied, “Thank you, Sir.”
Grabbing her long locks, he used a hairbrush to pull it all back into a ponytail, which he then fastened with an elastic tie.
Next, he wrapped her hair into a bun, securing it with one of the scrunchies she’d given him to keep in his toy bag for times like this.
He ran his hands down her bare shoulders and upper arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Lie down on your back first.”
“Yes, Sir.”
While she got in position, using one of the pillows to rest her head on, Cordell got comfortable by removing his shoes, socks, and black T-shirt with the MKR logo on it, leaving on his black leather pants.
He then knelt next to her on the second pillow.
A few years ago, he wouldn’t have needed one, but as he’d gotten older, his knees began to protest if he was on them for more than a few moments without something soft to cushion them.
For several minutes, he used his hands to warm up Tiffany’s skin, rubbing her shoulders, arms, breasts, torso, hips, legs, and feet in a gentle massage with the baby oil, feeling her muscles relax one by one.
He then had her turn over, so he could give her back the same treatment, waiting a moment for her to get into a comfortable position.
This time, he reversed the process, starting with her feet and slowly making his way up to her shoulders.
The thumping music from the club’s sound system was lower in the individual playrooms so as to not be a hindrance to conversation or hearing any safewords that were called out.
Glancing down, he saw Tiffany’s eyes were closed and there was a soft smile on her face.
“Hope you’re not falling asleep on me, pet. ”
“No, Sir,” she mumbled. “Just enjoying your very talented hands.”
He chuckled and grinned. “Glad to hear it. But it’s time to move on. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tuck your hands under your head. Let me know if anything gets uncomfortable.” They’d done this enough times that she knew his order included her positioning or the heat level of the wax.
Picking up the ceramic ladle in the melted, white shea butter wax, he dragged the bottom across the edge of the cup, then dropped a small amount on the back of his own hand to test the temperature. It was nice and warm—perfect.
He drizzled the wax slowly down Tiffany’s spine, pulling a moan of pleasure from her throat.
The sound went straight to Cordell’s groin, making his leathers snugger than they’d been.
He proceeded to paint her skin with the wax, creating abstract designs with different colors—white, teal-blue, and pale-green.
From her shoulders to her toes, he adjusted the height of the ladle, raising it higher for the more sensitive areas like the crack of her ass, the backs of her knees, and the bottom of her feet.
He carefully watched and listened to Tiffany’s reactions, but it was clear she was enjoying herself.
“Turn over, pet.”
Lazily, on the edges of subspace, she flipped onto her back, never once opening her eyes. However, they both knew she’d be having an eye-popping experience soon.
Starting at her one ankle, Cordell poured a line of blue up her leg, stopping short of her glistening mound. While he hadn’t touched her with his hands since the massage, she was wet and ready, but that wasn’t enough for him. She’d be drenched and begging by the time he was done.
Since wax was commonly used to remove hair in salons, it was one of the reasons Tiffany kept her pussy bare. That and she’d liked the heightened sensitivity of it. Cordell just loved the way it looked and felt against his mouth.
While he applied the wax to the backs of her arms, he avoided the tops with their fine, pale peach fuzz. However, everything else was fair game.
After coating her second leg, he moved up to her abdomen and lower rib cage. When a dollop hit her belly button, Cordell smirked as she moaned and squirmed her hips. He knew from past scenes that she’d felt that in her clit.
Pausing to switch colors, he decided to catch her off guard.
He picked up two ladles, one in blue and the other in green, and held them above her breasts.
At the same time, he tilted them, letting a small stream of wax hit each nipple.
As he’d expected, Tiffany’s eyes flew open, her pupils dilated as she screamed, “Oh, God!”
Her hips bucked, and she fisted her hands at her sides. She was panting as she pleaded, “Please, Sir! Please . . . let me come! Oh, God, I’m so . . . so close!”
The sadistic side of Cordell considered making her wait a few more minutes, but he loved to watch her shatter.
Dropping the ladles in the cups of wax, he brought one hand to her soaked pussy and used his fingers to drag some of her juices up to her clit before rubbing it vigorously. “Come for me, pet.”
The words were barely out of his mouth before a shriek was ripped from her lungs.
She writhed on the floor as the climatic wave consumed her, one hand clutching his hip, probably without her realizing it.
Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, as he repeatedly impaled her with his fingers, determined to draw out the orgasm as long as possible for her.
When her seizing muscles finally relaxed, she collapsed into a sated heap.
It took a few moments of her gulping for air before her eyelids flittered open again, and her glimmering gaze quickly found his awestruck one.
It would never cease to amaze him how beautiful she was when she came apart in the throes of ecstasy and in the moments that followed.
Her voice was low and raspy when she said, “Fuck me, Sir. Please. I need to feel you inside me, filling me.”
He couldn’t deny her request even if he tried.
Standing, he quickly unzipped his leathers, although slow enough not to catch his sensitive skin pushing against the material.
He was so damn hard for her, it would be a miracle if he didn’t blow his load within seconds of sinking into her hot, wet core.
Kicking the pants to the side, he dropped to his knees again and snatched up a condom he’d put near the wax setup earlier.
Within seconds he was sheathed and settling between her spread legs.
Tiffany bent her knees and crossed her ankles at the small of his back, urging him on.
Unable to wait any longer, with one thrust he was inside her.
She gasped at the sudden invasion, and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head as searing heat enveloped him.
Cordell lowered his body weight down onto his submissive, tucking his forearms under her shoulders and grabbing them for leverage.
The wax on her body cracked and flaked between them.
Their gazes met as he pounded into her, shifting until he found the spot inside her that made her gasp and her eyes widen with pleasure.
He could tell by the way she was biting her bottom lip and fisting her hands in his hair that she was ready to go over again.
The sting in his scalp had him increasing his pace as his balls drew up tight.
His heart was racing, and sweat poured from him.
Tiffany’s scream as she came was immediately followed by Cordell’s own roar as his climax hit him with the force of a maelstrom. A euphoric flood crashed over him, drowning him in a sea of bliss. He couldn’t tell which way was up and which was down as he tumbled out of control.
Moments later, as they lay tangled around each other, gasping for air, Cordell pressed his forehead to Tiffany’s.
God, how am I going to give her up when she’s the best thing that ever happened to me and she owns my heart?