on him. No, she wanted to stretch this out. Make the anticipation so high that when those first beads landed on his skin, Darcy was ready to scream for more.
She moved her hand so it was over his shoulder, pausing as a thought struck her. “Aren’t we supposed to have some kind of special safe word or something? How will I know if you want me to stop?”
“I’ll tell you to stop.” Darcy’s gaze was completely fixed on the candle. “Believe me, there’ll be no mistaking when I want you to stop.”
“Should I be worried for my table?”
“I’ll replace it if it comes to that.”
She’d never really liked the table that much, anyway. Without any further preamble, Petra tipped her hand and watched as beads of the black wax fell onto Darcy’s pale shoulder.
“Holy shit!” Trying to jerk away from the pain, Darcy moved the table an inch. “Okay, wasn’t quite expecting that.”
Petra moved the candle away and reached out to run her thumb over the still warm wax. “It’s smooth.”
She shifted backward so her ass brushed against his cock. Yup, he was enjoying things just fine. Feeling a bit braver, she switched hands and dropped more wax onto his other shoulder. This time Darcy didn’t move, though he still sucked in a sharp breath.
“You have a lot of chest hair. I wonder how much this will stick to it?”
“Just so you’re aware, there will be payback.”
She winked at him. “God, I hope so.”
This was turning out to be fun! She scooted back even harder against his cock, giving her more canvas to work with. Ignoring the way Darcy’s body twitched and squirmed beneath her, Petra dropped splotches of wax over his chest. The smooth chest hairs were drowned in a sea of black, making patterns on his skin. When she was satisfied with her handiwork, she blew the candle out, tipped the last of the wax over his nipple and tossed it on the coffee table.
Darcy’s face was flushed and a light sheen of sweat covered his brow. His eyes were half shut as he sucked in a lungful of air. Poor guy, he didn’t realize she was just getting started. Using the tip of her nail, she tugged on a piece of wax closest to his nipple. Several hairs lifted along with the hardened dripping, and the skin pulled up.
“Christ.” He bucked his hips and yanked on the handcuffs.
“Feel good?” She continued to graze her nail along the edge of the wax, teasing and lifting the skin and hairs. “’Cause this is awesome.”
“It hurts when you pull.” He growled when she tugged another spot. “But it feels amazing as it hardens. Like a hot stone or something.”
Petra dipped her head down and licked across the nipple she’d covered. The wax was jasmine scented and filled her senses as she licked across the filmy surface. “You can’t feel that.”
“No.” Darcy bucked his hips again, only this time his aim was perfect. The tip of his cock pressed perfectly against her panty-clad asshole. “Do something else before I come.”
The inner seductress inside her danced for joy as she cast a glance around the room. “I’m not done playing yet.”
Oh, there was the perfect thing.
Ignoring Darcy’s protests, Petra got up and retrieved the box of vibrators she’d been so embarrassed about earlier. Most of them were far too large for what she had in mind, but there was one in particular she’d thought had quite a bit of promise...
“Ah ha!” Spinning around, she waved a thin, red vibrator over Darcy’s face. “Now it’s time to have some real fun.”
“You’re a cruel woman, Petra.” Darcy licked his lips, his gaze locked on the instrument of his impending doom. “I know you feel I’ve wronged you in the past, but I promise I’ll be good from now on.”
With the flick of a switch, the small vibrator began to buzz. Whether from some sort of weird Pavlovian reaction, or because the idea of what she wanted to do with the vibrator turned her on, her pussy began to tingle and dampen.
“Petra?”
“Yes,
She moved her hand so it was over his shoulder, pausing as a thought struck her. “Aren’t we supposed to have some kind of special safe word or something? How will I know if you want me to stop?”
“I’ll tell you to stop.” Darcy’s gaze was completely fixed on the candle. “Believe me, there’ll be no mistaking when I want you to stop.”
“Should I be worried for my table?”
“I’ll replace it if it comes to that.”
She’d never really liked the table that much, anyway. Without any further preamble, Petra tipped her hand and watched as beads of the black wax fell onto Darcy’s pale shoulder.
“Holy shit!” Trying to jerk away from the pain, Darcy moved the table an inch. “Okay, wasn’t quite expecting that.”
Petra moved the candle away and reached out to run her thumb over the still warm wax. “It’s smooth.”
She shifted backward so her ass brushed against his cock. Yup, he was enjoying things just fine. Feeling a bit braver, she switched hands and dropped more wax onto his other shoulder. This time Darcy didn’t move, though he still sucked in a sharp breath.
“You have a lot of chest hair. I wonder how much this will stick to it?”
“Just so you’re aware, there will be payback.”
She winked at him. “God, I hope so.”
This was turning out to be fun! She scooted back even harder against his cock, giving her more canvas to work with. Ignoring the way Darcy’s body twitched and squirmed beneath her, Petra dropped splotches of wax over his chest. The smooth chest hairs were drowned in a sea of black, making patterns on his skin. When she was satisfied with her handiwork, she blew the candle out, tipped the last of the wax over his nipple and tossed it on the coffee table.
Darcy’s face was flushed and a light sheen of sweat covered his brow. His eyes were half shut as he sucked in a lungful of air. Poor guy, he didn’t realize she was just getting started. Using the tip of her nail, she tugged on a piece of wax closest to his nipple. Several hairs lifted along with the hardened dripping, and the skin pulled up.
“Christ.” He bucked his hips and yanked on the handcuffs.
“Feel good?” She continued to graze her nail along the edge of the wax, teasing and lifting the skin and hairs. “’Cause this is awesome.”
“It hurts when you pull.” He growled when she tugged another spot. “But it feels amazing as it hardens. Like a hot stone or something.”
Petra dipped her head down and licked across the nipple she’d covered. The wax was jasmine scented and filled her senses as she licked across the filmy surface. “You can’t feel that.”
“No.” Darcy bucked his hips again, only this time his aim was perfect. The tip of his cock pressed perfectly against her panty-clad asshole. “Do something else before I come.”
The inner seductress inside her danced for joy as she cast a glance around the room. “I’m not done playing yet.”
Oh, there was the perfect thing.
Ignoring Darcy’s protests, Petra got up and retrieved the box of vibrators she’d been so embarrassed about earlier. Most of them were far too large for what she had in mind, but there was one in particular she’d thought had quite a bit of promise...
“Ah ha!” Spinning around, she waved a thin, red vibrator over Darcy’s face. “Now it’s time to have some real fun.”
“You’re a cruel woman, Petra.” Darcy licked his lips, his gaze locked on the instrument of his impending doom. “I know you feel I’ve wronged you in the past, but I promise I’ll be good from now on.”
With the flick of a switch, the small vibrator began to buzz. Whether from some sort of weird Pavlovian reaction, or because the idea of what she wanted to do with the vibrator turned her on, her pussy began to tingle and dampen.
“Petra?”
“Yes,
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