Chapter 28 Happy Birthday #2
“Lift yourself.” The wax solidified over my breast and dripped from the very tip of my nipple. “Again,” he commanded after scooting out from underneath me and placing the same can under the breast he’d been pleasuring. My groaning at the searing heat was too loud.
Sir crawled back under, and a high-pitched squeal with panting rolled out of me.
With my eyes closed, trying to focus on being a good slave for him, I bit my tongue, then my upper lip, and my brow quivered.
His hot mouth devoured my clit. The relief was heaven but quickly turned into a hell of aching for more.
How was I supposed to stay still with him eating me like this?
My eyes rolled back and fluttered closed.
“Oh … Sir …” I panted like a thirsty bitch, and a long loud groan slipped out of me.
“Please.” The plea was extremely high-pitched.
“Please don’t stop.” In trying not to move to avoid the candles spilling more wax or avoid them falling, I tensed until all my holes were puckered and I was constantly trembling.
With each additional flicking and sucking of my clit, I couldn’t control it, my hips moved an inch so he would take more of me in his mouth. The wax splattered and ran down my crack, burning my inner cheeks, quickly forcing me to readjust back to the previous angle.
“Haaaa … Haaaaaa—Fuck! Issss …” I hissed at the sensations. It was torture; in this position, the stimulation to my pussy was just a tease. I wanted more. It was a difficult lesson in discipline and control, and I was failing.
An almost inaudible moan came out of me every time his lips sucked the bottom of my clit, then pulled hard all the way to the tip. I fisted my hands at only having that thing in my ass, needing his cock in me.
A chill traveled across my body when he suddenly stopped.
The ache was killing me. “Mmm, mmm, mmmm,” I whimpered like a starved whore begging for more.
The high pitch accentuated how devastated I was to be left so close to euphoria.
I calmed my breathing and stayed put like a good slave, like the whore I was, oh-so hungry for cock.
“Lift yourself.” Once again, he removed the can. The wax trailed down my nipple and dripped down to the floor, some of it frozen mid-drip.
He took the can, then left.
With all the effort I had invested into not moving, my knees hurt.
I slowly readjusted, opening my legs more so a different part of my knee would have to sustain me.
There were no clocks in the room, so I had no idea how long it took for everything to start hurting.
Sometimes, I didn’t have a choice and had to move, and wax meeting untouched skin was the punishment for it.
I started counting, to distract myself and try to figure out how much time had passed.
One … two … three …
By the time the door opened, I’d counted to 3,727.
I sighed in relief at the scent of his aftershave.
It was obvious he’d had time to shower and shave and even cut his hair.
With how my body hurt and shook, needing a break, I couldn’t think how much time my count translated into.
Wax dotted the floor around me. Strands of my hair were stuck to my sweaty cheek.
Some of the candles had burned fast, and the flame was getting closer to my skin.
From the corner of my eye, I watched his white shirt hit the floor, followed by his belt, pants, and underwear.
Sir crawled under me again and pulled me toward him, so I had to incline my back a little. My pussy was practically hitting his nose. I resisted him, but with the slight move, all the liquid wax trailed down to my ass crack. I puckered up as hard as I could, hoping it wouldn’t get inside.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned when the heat accumulated and solidified right there. Then I arched at the burning, gasped, and my scream broke the silence, then echoed into the high ceiling.
Sir removed wax from my clit. Then like a savage, as if he’d been starving for it himself, he sucked and licked at it—hard, fast, aggressive—while groaning and gripping me so hard I was also bearing his weight.
“Ahhh! Please! Please! It burns. Please!” I wailed.
Sometimes, he sucked so hard, I’d throw my head back and the moans and whimpers echoed against the high ceiling.
My asshole tensed and coiled around the butt plug until it was all I felt inside me besides his tongue.
The butt plug and candles were the source of all my pain while his tongue was my salvation.
I stopped breathing, but my lungs demanded oxygen, so my mouth fell open, heaving it in.
I’d been wanting to come so badly that it didn’t take long.
Violent, almost painful riptides of arousal invaded every part of my body, and I lost sight of everything, not remembering his orders and where or who I was.
There was no thought, just an all-too powerful sensation breaking me, my body, my sanity, so I screamed to the ceiling with my eyes closed while wave after wave of heat traveled at lightning speed to my head, and the euphoria took control.
The relief was amazing, driving me to insanity, so I laughed.
I was no longer in my hell; I was safe, loved. A smile even spread on my lips. However, a few seconds later, it all boomeranged back when Sir yanked the plug out. I opened my eyes and had to once again face the truth; I wasn’t safe.
With his thumb nail, he scraped the wax from my asshole.
The tip of his dick touched my sphincter, pushing in.
Was he really going to do it? My eyes and mouth were wide open.
I started shaking my head. “No.” I couldn’t.
Not this. I remembered and felt Gabin and Mael inside me, breaking me.
“No. Not that. I can’t.” I started pulling away.
The hysteria erased everything from my mind.
I can’t. “I can’t,” I sobbed, knowing I had failed him.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.” The sobbing devolved into a blubbering, shaking, wailing.
“Shhh … Listen to me, Little One. I’ve been training you for this.
You’ve been doing sooo well. You’re such a good slave.
” He complimented with such softness … “It’s going to be okay.
You can do this. You don’t want to prove me wrong, right?
” He caressed my cheeks, my thighs. “Such a beautiful girl.”
Slowly, my sobbing calmed. How could I do this for him without going through an episode and setting myself on fire? He had no idea what he was asking of me.
“I know how hard this is for you. But you are so strong. I believe in you. I believe that you weren’t lying to me when you said you’d be a good slave for me today.”
His hands opened my cheeks. I squealed at the unexpected sensation of his tongue licking my asshole in circles.
Within seconds, I was drenched there from his saliva, and his tongue felt so fucking good.
Moans and whimpers tumbled out of me. His thumb entered me, fingering me as deep as possible.
I was so full, so stretched. My entire existence was just his thumb slipping in and out of my ass. I wasn’t even hearing myself scream.
“See how much you like it? Now, be a good girl and take it, slave.” I scrunched my brows, begging and slightly shaking my head. It was not as if Sir’s dick was anywhere the small size of Gabin’s. How could he expect that his giant alien dick would even fit there when I could hardly take his thumb.
He pressed in more, but with how stiff I was, he popped back out. With his cock right up against the hole, he slapped my butt. On impact, I loosened, and he slammed in, breaking me.
“Ahh!” My scream melted into hysterical sobbing. “It hurts too much.”
The memories attacked me so vividly. “No-no-nooo!” I screeched while staying put as he pushed more and more of himself in.
I wailed hysterically. The pain was agonizing.
Every second of it was unbearable. Despite how puckered I was, it was easy for him to pass the entrance because he’d drenched the hole with his saliva and lubricant.
With my sphincter torn and stretched around the girth of him, I couldn’t breathe.
“It hurts,” I cried, my energy almost exhausted from the screaming.
“P-please don’t. No, no, no, no!” I begged as he pushed harder.
I could hear his efforts and turned my head to see him holding me and wincing as he pushed in. “I can’t. Sir, I can’t. Please.”
He stopped.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” It was next to impossible to keep still.
The candles moved as I shook, the wax raining over my back in my attempt to escape him, but he had me trapped with his hands digging into my cheeks.
“I can’t, I can’t,” I sobbed, knowing I had failed him, wishing I could do this for him and grieving that I wouldn’t be allowed to go outside. “Please …”
“Shh … Slave?” he called, trying to calm me, but I was losing my mind, and in that state, I could hardly hear him, not with that title. A tear trailed down my nose to my lips. My mind was so loud with panic and hysteria. No coherent thoughts.
Slingshotted hallucinations tormented me. Gabin and Mael were inside me, breaking me. Then I’d find myself back in the room with him, terrified he’d hurt me the same way they had. I cried hysterically.
He caressed my thigh in circles while shushing me, the soft touch bringing me back. “It’s me, Little One.”
The nickname grounded me. I wasn’t in the park being raped by him and his friends, I was in this miserable place, but I had to stay here because if I did good, I’d get to go outside.
“Take a deep breath,” he whispered.
I closed my eyes, remembering that night in the apartment with him, the way he touched me as if he cared, and all the compliments he spouted. My body relaxed.
“I need you to try and open up for me, as much as you can, and never tense up again. Can you do that?”
I obeyed him.