Pride blooms in my chest at the praise. I remain on my knees, his release clinging to my lips.
Waiting. Wanting. Needing whatever comes next.
He spreads out another fur blanket and lights more candles, then unties me from the pillar and takes me by the hand, leading me to to it and getting me to lie down.
The blanket is soft against my back, the fur tickling my sensitive flesh.
Jayden straddles my hips, candle in hand. “Ready?”
I nod, pulse racing in anticipation.
He tilts the candle, hot wax spilling onto my collarbone. It stings, then cools, solidifying into a shell.
He drips more wax over my breasts and down my body, blowing to accelerate the cooling, and leaving goosebumps across my skin.
My nipples pebble as the wax creeps lower, coating my breasts in a lacework of red.
Each drop is followed by Jayden’s breath, cooling the burns and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
I squirm beneath him, arousal dampening my thighs. The mix of pain and pleasure is addictive.
“More,” I breathe.
Obliging, he moves lower, circling my navel with scarlet droplets before wandering south.
The insides of my thighs are slicked with wax and desire. I’m writhing uncontrollably now, chasing release.
Mercifully, Jayden sets the candle aside, his eyes dark with lust as he surveys his handiwork. I’m drizzled with hardened wax from collar to knee, every inch sensitized and wanting.
“Please,” I sob, too far gone for pride.
A wicked grin. “Please what?”
“I need to come.”
“Not yet.” .
Jayden kneels between my legs, his grip bruising my hips, holding me in place.
His mouth descends. Hot and wet and perfect.
I cry out at the first swipe of his tongue through my lips. The wax amplifies each sensation tenfold.
He works me slowly, methodically. His tongue flicks against my clit before spearing into my entrance, fucking me with his mouth.
The coil in my belly winds tighter and tighter. I’m writhing against his grip, my incoherent pleas falling from kiss-swollen lips.
Sucking hard on my clit, Jayden slips two fingers into my cunt, crooking them just so.
Stars explode behind my eyes as I come apart. I shout his name at the top of my lungs, my every muscle locked in ecstasy.
He works me through the aftershocks, only relenting when I go limp, breathless and sated.
“My good girl,” Jayden murmurs again, his gorgeous lips brushing my thigh.
I can only hum in response, floating in a sea of endorphins.
But we’re not done yet. He uses one of the large cushions to prop up my hips and fucks me hard, and I enjoy watching his cock sliding in and out of my pussy as he plows me.