Not pissing around any longer, he reached forward, palmed her sex, and silkiness warmed his fingers. “So wet already, Bella.” Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping at his caress. “You might fear the restraints, but listen to your body. It likes it."
He pressed his palm against her clit, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Then he slid his finger into the warm wet space, and her inner walls squeezed against him as he worked her pleasure.
Her breath deepened; she sighed against every touch, and her body liquefied around him. Thrusting in deep, he rubbed the pads of his fingertips against her G-spot. With a loud gasp, her eyes went huge, and moisture flooded his fingers.
He chuckled and withdrew his fingers, and she made unhappy noises. Greedy woman. She wasn't used to a man stopping once he started. Now this is fun!
Leaving her bound to the pole, he approached a candle sitting along the stone ledge that ran across the middle of the room. He took the white pure paraffin wax candle and turned back to her.
Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. Stopping in front of her, he held the candle up to show her the wax pooled within. “Wax decorates a body so beautifully, and I enjoy seeing it on a woman's breasts."
That pretty gaze of hers stayed trained on the candle before she shut her eyes tight. “Rose."
Taking reflection of her, he lowered the candle, and once she opened her eyes, the worry of the unknown raged hard in their depths, changing the crystal blue to almost navy in color. “You're afraid.” He said it more of a statement than a question, and she didn't reply.
He skimmed his fingers down the middle of her chest, circled one of her hardened nipples that awaited him, and sensed the tension in her muscles. But how this little lady burned with lust and trembled against his touch.
"The fear is caused from the lack of control in the situation.” She released a lovely sigh as he continued to swirl the taut knot. “Remember, you have the power to stop this scene with your hard-limit safe word. Push past your need to bolt."
He gave her nipple a squeeze, and she gasped. “I'd like you try this once because I believe you'll enjoy it.” He slid his knuckles over the swell of her breast. “This candle burns at a very low temperature. It'll be nice and warm. No pain.” He playfully traced her creamy flesh. “If you don't enjoy the feel of the wax, we can move on. Yes?"
Her lips parted, but then she closed them, and took a deep breath through her nose. She finally said, “Yes, Sir."
"Excellent.” He placed the candle on the floor, approached the tray, and grabbed the black blindfold. “I'm covering your eyes for no other reason than for your safety. Wax and eyes don't mix."
"Yes, Sir."
He placed the blindfold over her head and settled it into place, and then picked up the candle. Lifting the candle to her shoulder, he tilted it ever so slightly to allow a drop of the wax to land on her skin.
She inhaled a sharp breath, yet didn't pull her safe word, and the eager shakes of her body begged for more.
Moving the candle toward her breast, he then poured wax over her nipple. She groaned, a seductive sound of pleasure, and his groin tightened. He craved to hear it again.
He lowered his free hand to her pussy, slid his fingers into her slick heat, and pumped them. Then, he poured more wax onto the other nipple, and kept on pouring.
Nothing looked more beautiful than her shaking against the binds, her head thrown back, and the shouts that sang from her throat.
Leaving his fingers in her warm, wet space, he blew out the candle and tossed it to the floor. “Very good, Bella.” He removed her blindfold. “You trusted me and pushed past your fear. That pleases me.” He grabbed her waist and finger fucked her, hard and fast.
Her screams—mixed from her reaction to the wax and the force of his hard thrusts—drifted across him. Convulsions gave her pleasure away. But he had no intention of giving her what she sought. The moment her tremors increased, he withdrew his hand.
She jerked her head up and her eyes narrowed on him at his refusal of her climax. Yet, like a good girl she stayed quiet when he suspected she craved to order him to continue.
Progress.
Turning away from her, he grabbed the flogger off the tray. The cool leather was perfect in his hand. Once he approached her again, her cheeks were now flushed, but her features went blank as her gaze landed on the flogger.
He raised the flogger, her eyes went huge, and she sputtered, “R-rose."
Three times now she'd used her soft-limit safe word. He understood her nervousness thus far was all about her keeping control. Her issue wasn't her fear, but her inability to allow him to do whatever he wanted to her. Even if she didn't realize it, she was topping from the bottom, which was why he focused on reassuring her instead of reprimanding her for throwing out a safe word so quickly, but his tolerance now faded.
"While I don't mind that you're unsure about this, I do mind you overusing the power of words. If you say the safe word again, and if I don't believe you're honestly afraid, we'll be done."
She blinked. Her mouth dropped open before she whispered, “Forever, Sir?"
"You need to trust me.” He tucked the flogger under his arm and stared at this beauty of a woman, making a statement of his own that he, not she, was in control. “Right now, you only trust your safe word."
He brushed his finger over her cheek, and he enjoyed when she leaned into his touch. “I won't hurt you, Bella, beyond what you can take. You've set out your limits in the questionnaire we did together. But you must trust me."