Chapter 24 Josie #2
Ares had placed blue and purple candles in a cart to the side of the table, along with matches and a towel.
Despite her eagerness, she felt like she couldn’t move her body. “Can I help you up?” Ares extended his hand to her.
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” Ares leaned down, slanted his mouth against hers, in a deep kiss.
The feel of his lips on hers centred her. Kept her mind from whirring into self-insecurities.
He broke off the kiss. “You good?”
“Yes. Do I take off your shirt, like we usually start a scene?”
Something in his eyes glowed, making her feel like the luckiest woman in the place.
“Unbutton it for me, baby.” His tone was as smooth as silk.
Starting at his collar, she unbuttoned his first three buttons, revealing a peek into Ares’s smooth chest. He brushed his lips against hers. “Thank you. Now it’s time for you to take off your clothes, unless you want…-”
“Wax to get on this? No, these are the sexiest things I’ve ever owned.”
“There’s lots more coming. Buying you clothes is my new pastime.”
Josie grabbed the edge of the table to balance herself, as she slipped off her flats, and then her pantyhose. Before she changed her mind, she shimmied out of the skirt.
“So gorgeous.” Ares hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties. Anticipation shivered through her body, her pussy throbbed.
“Okay. I’m almost naked.”
“Yes, you are.” Amusement danced in his eyes.
Josie reached back to unlace her corset, when Ares spun her to his front. “’I’ll undo that for you.” He kissed her nape, then crouched down. His lips whispered over the small of her back as he undid the lace.
She sucked in a breath as he kept kissing her, where he unlaced the ties, tickling her with his lips.
“There. Undid. Ares spun her back to face him.
Her heart leaped into her throat as she caught sight of a woman and man standing outside the perimeter of their play space, watching. The man was hugging the woman, and the woman had a small smile on her face. The helper returned with a bowl and a cup of ice. Ares nodded.
“Thanks.” He set it down on the side cart.
“Up on the table now.” He extended his arm to her.
She took it and feeling as awkward as she had ever felt in her entire life; she got on the table.
“Good girl. You tell me if you’re uncomfortable or are feeling achy?”
“I’m always achy,” the words flew out of her mouth and her belly dropped. She usually wasn’t so free with how she was physically feeling. But Ares never made it a thing, so it was easy to tell him.
“Extra achy or uncomfortable or if you need water or need to move or to end the scene,” Ares brushed back a string of hair. “I have a blindfold I’d like to use when I get closer to your face, just in case the wax sputters.”
“Okay,” Josie squeezed out the word.
He stepped away from her and she tracked his movements to the cart, where he picked up the bottle of lotion and squeezed some into his hands. Starting at her ankles, he rubbed her leg, massaging her calves, then the other leg.
As he pressed and worked her tense muscles, she relaxed. She had the sense of other people nearby, but with Ares being in her field of vision, she blocked them out. He worked his hands up to her inner thighs, then spread her legs, his finger sweeping along her outer labia.
She wiggled on the table, feeling deliciously exposed.
“Oh. I wasn’t expecting that,” Josie said as his hands glided across the top of her mound, then worked up to her stomach across to her breasts. One dropped back down to her core, hovering there, anticipation building as she wriggled her hips, waiting for him to touch her.
“Expect what?” Ares purred, rubbing a slow circle with his palm against her pussy.
Every single one of her nerves was on fire, needy, wanting to explode. She couldn’t help the long mewling noise that escaped her lips.
“Hmm?” He had the most charming sly smile on his face.
“That being this exposed is making me so wet.”
“That’s because you know how much I love this pretty pussy,” he circled her clit, until her hips arched off the table.
“Ares!”
“I got you.” He swept his hands up from her pussy, massaging and teasing her breasts.
Pleasure spiked through her body as he brushed her nipples with his thumbs, then squeezed both nipples with just the right amount of pressure that made her hyper aware that she was dripping wet.
He leaned down and kissed her, his mouth hot against hers. She kissed him back, her mouth hard on his, moaning against his lips with need.
“It pleases me that you’re already wet, baby.” Ares turned, picked up the purple candle from the cart. As he lit the match and held it to the candle, Josie’s nerves raced.
Her heart was beating so fast it was all she could hear over the soft techno music and the murmur of the crowd.
She watched the flame flicker, her every cell frozen in suspense.
Ares blew out the flame, then tipped it, so the wax dripped off the candle.
Josie tensed even more as the wax dripped through the air.
The drop of wax hit her stomach. Hot.
Another drip landed right next to the first one, and it was warm.
The next one, right above her belly button, felt warm but not shockingly hot.
“You can breathe now, baby.”
Josie exhaled, met Ares’s gaze so filled with want that it took the last of her breath away, made her want to stay right where she was. Right where he put her.
He dragged a finger through the puddle of wax. “Gorgeous. You took that so well. Your body is so damn sexy laying here waiting for me to play with.”
An ecstatic wave of heat had her nipples drawing tight.
Ares clapped a hand on her thigh, running his palm along her leg. “I’m going to strap your gorgeous legs to the table. And your hands. I don’t want you to interfere with my art. How do you feel about that?”
“Fine,” she whispered. As the straps tightened across her legs, she exhaled, the wax cooled on her skin.
Ares cupped her cheek as he pulled the straps across her arms, right below her shoulders. “You’re doing so well. Ready for the next?”
“Yes, please.”
He lit the candle, gathered the wax, and held it closer to her skin. The trail of wax dripped to her nipples.
“Ahh! Hot oh.”
But the heat of the wax on her nipple was more surprising than anything, and the wax coating made her crave more sensation. She wanted Ares to touch it. To tug it.
More wax dripped along her breast, covering her nipple.
“Beautiful,” Ares teased her nipple through the shell of wax.
From somewhere deep in her being came a moan that echoed around her..
“Yes, good girl. I’m going to cover this breast in wax. Just watch.”
She did, focused on the slight tile of the candle, coming closer to her skin, the wax suspended in air until it found her other breast.
As the wax kept building, Josie’s head grew heavy, like she was floating. She was so mesmerized by each drip hitting her skin that she barely noticed the people watching her. She watched Ares, taking in every expression on his face.
The slight raise of his brow as she moaned again. The curve of his smile as she arched off the table when the wax dropped between her breasts.
He kissed her softly as his hand splayed along the wax drops on her stomach.
He lit the other candle, and blue joined the purple in swirling, colourful trails. The heat of the flame trapped in the wax that covered her stomach, drop by drop.
When one purple drop hit right above her pussy, she keened.
“Do you want to come, baby?”
The wax droplets fell so close.
Her whole body floated on a high of warmth and anticipation and bliss. She needed to be tipped over into that pleasure space.
Ares rubbed a circle of wax along the top of her mound. “Use your words if you want to come right here on my hand,” his hand slid between her legs, cupping her pussy.
She gasped as his heated touch ignited a deeper ache in her. “Please. Please. I need more.”