Molten Desire
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
Each impact demanded focus. The ethereal drops of molten imparted their searing desire in a slow kiss that felt like it permeated her very being. The ever-present dripping of the wax created a rhythm that enthralled her senses. She could feel her body twitch and writhe with each passing second. Yet her mind, her soul, was focused on Him...
He could not help but smile as he watched her, his plaything, obediently hold her place as he tested her. The lit candle within his hands imparted a continuous trial of fire for her to endure at his pleasure. His right hand found purchase on her thigh as his left slowly lowered the flame. The wax now finding its resting place just between her breasts. He dug his nails into her softness in excitement as her doll-like eyes met his once more. She was in agony. She was in bliss. She was his to command.
She felt her thoughts begin to slip as the wax descended down her body. The searing trail now below her breasts and onto her stomach. She could feel her body tingle as he gripped into her flesh, her skin alight with anticipation of his greedy hands. The wax finally trailed below her stomach, just below her navel. She gasps for air. The lake of black wax carving it's merciless rivers between her legs and thighs. She closes her eyes as she bucks her head back in agonizing ecstasy. His strong, rough hand finds purchase onto her now exposed throat. She only hopes he keeps taking more...