Epilogue 1 #2
When I’m satisfied with my work, I step back to admire the view. She’s magnificent—bound and naked. Her body a canvas prepared just for me, her chest heaving with anticipation.
My cock is so hard it hurts, straining against my pants, demanding attention I refuse to give it just yet.
Earlier today, I lined the candles up behind the table where they still wait. I pick up the deep red one with a low melting point, designed specifically for this kind of play.
The flame dances as I move, casting shadows across Raven’s oiled skin. I step closer, holding the candle about two feet above her body.
“Ready, Little Thief?” I ask, my voice a low rumble.
Her eyes widen, but she still nods. “Yes.”
I tilt the candle, watching the first drop of melted wax fall. It lands just below her collarbone, a perfect red circle against her pale skin. She gasps, her back arching off the table as the sudden heat meets her flesh.
“Fuck.” The word explodes from her lips, half curse, half prayer.
Another drop follows the first, landing on the swell of her breast. Then another, and another, creating a trail of cooling wax across her skin. Each drop pulls a new sound from her throat—gasps, moans, whimpers that go straight to my cock.
“More,” she begs, writhing against her restraints. “God, please, more.”
I oblige, moving the candle in patterns across her body. Down the center of her stomach. Across the tops of her thighs. Circling but never quite touching her nipples, building the anticipation until she’s thrashing against the table.
“You motherfucker,” she growls when I purposely avoid her breasts again. “Stop teasing me.”
“Is that any way to ask for what you want?” I drawl, letting another drop fall dangerously close to her right nipple.
“Please,” she amends immediately, her voice breaking. “Please, Matteo, I need it. I need it on my tits, please.”
I reward her begging with exactly what she wants—three drops in quick succession that land directly on her nipple and the surrounding areola. She screams, her entire body going rigid before collapsing back onto the table, trembling.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “Again. The other one. Please, please, please.”
Her desperation is intoxicating. I drip wax on her left nipple next, watching her writhe and curse and beg for more. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—completely at my mercy and loving every second of it.
“Are you ready for more?” I ask as I set the candle down.
Her answering moan is all I need, and while she catches her breath, I retrieve the next part of her surprise.
Behind the bar, in the small freezer where we keep specialty ice, is exactly what I need. Her new favorite dildo, now frozen to an icy temperature that will contrast perfectly with the heat of the wax.
“Why are you still dressed?” Raven asks almost accusingly when I return to the stage.
The dildo’s hidden behind my back so she can’t see it. “Do you want me naked?” I chuckle darkly.
At her eager nod, I turn around and strip as fast as possible without letting her see what I’m hiding. My clothes fall to the floor in a heap. My cock springs free, hard and aching, the Prince Albert piercing catching the light.
Facing her again, I’m almost undone by the sight of her spread before me, body decorated with cooling wax and sweat. Fuck, I nearly abandon my plan and just bury myself inside her. But I resist.
This is about giving her a fantasy she confessed to me weeks ago, one I’ve been wanting to fulfill ever since.
“Remove your eyepatch,” she demands. “I want to play with the real you.”
Her words feel like… I don’t fucking know. Everything that’s good in this world. My Little Thief wants all of me, and I’m incapable of denying her anything.
“Anything for you,” I rasp as I remove the eyepatch. Then I bend down for a kiss. “Happy now?”
“Yes,” she sighs, content. Raven frowns as I move away from her face. “What are you doing?” she asks, hearing me move but unable to lift her head enough to see now.
“Close your eyes,” I rasp, the frozen toy cold even against my palm. “I have something new for you. Promise you won’t look until I say you can.”
“Matteo,” she whines.
“Promise me.”
She huffs. “Fine, I promise.” With those words, she obeys, her eyes fluttering closed.
I watch her face as I trail the ice-cold dildo down her body, starting at her throat. She gasps at the unexpected sensation, her body jerking against the restraints. But keeping her word, her eyes remain closed.
“Cold!” she yelps, but there’s excitement in her voice, not protest.
I circle her wax-decorated nipples with the frozen toy, watching her pierced flesh pucker and tighten even further. The contrast of sensations—the cooling wax, the icy toy, the heat of her own body—has her moaning continuously now, a litany of curses and pleas falling from her lips.
“Remember when you told me about this fantasy?” I murmur, sliding the toy lower, across her stomach. “Fire and ice.”
“Yes,” she hisses, lifting her hips in invitation. “God, yes. Please, Matteo. Put it inside me. I need it.”
I lower my face enough that I can blow air on her wet, swollen cunt. She’s so ready that when I press the ice-cold dildo against her entrance, it slides in with almost no resistance, despite the shock of the temperature.
“Fuck!” she screams, her entire body bowing off the table. “Oh my God, oh my fucking God!”
I work the frozen toy deeper inside her, watching her face contort with the overwhelming sensation. Her pussy lips are already flushed dark pink, her clit swollen and begging for attention.
When I bend to kiss her, swallowing her increasingly desperate moans, I can feel her body already tensing on the edge of climax.
“That’s it,” I whisper against her mouth. “Let me feel you come on this ice-cold dildo. Show me how much you love it.”
I thrust the toy deeper, angling it to hit exactly where she needs it most, and she shatters. Her orgasm tears through her with such force that she actually screams my name, her body convulsing around the frozen intrusion, pussy clenching visibly with each wave of pleasure.
“Now you can open your eyes again,” I growl.