Hunter lifted her shoulder to shove away the small pile of magazines underneath her, so she could lie flat. And he caught the candle before it could topple off the edge.
The candle was his other inspiration. He checked to see it was ordinary paraffin. He clicked on his lighter, making her flinch at the sound. Lighting the candle, he laid it aside for the moment to turn back to his feast on the table.
He started with his hands because that was the best way to ground someone. He ran a finger lightly from the base of her neck exposed beneath the material of her shirt, down the center of her chest, down to her stomach into the hollow of her belly button. He slipped a finger under the waistband of her jeans and gave it a tug or two, wishing he could pop open the button and continue all the way down. But he had set a limit and wouldn’t break it.
With his whole hands circling her waist, he pushed them up her body to her breasts, cupping them over her pretty bra, then down under her body to her shoulder blades, lifting her slightly from the table. He wanted her to feel she was in his hands, that he controlled her.
She gasped at being lifted, and he watched her rapid breathing in her stomach, pulled taunt by the arched curve of her back.
He rubbed her with his whole hands, loving the feel of her ribs and the curve of her waist. Then he slipped his hand around and with a flick, opened the back of her bra. The tiny hooks on the two straps slipped easily out of the fabric loops, and he was able to pull it off without undoing her arms from their silk bondage.
Her breasts were natural B-cups, full yet perky. He hated boob jobs. It ruined a lot of pornography for him because he just couldn’t get past the stiff geometric shapes women turned their breasts into.
He lowered his face to the center of her chest, blowing softly. Then he shifted over to one nipple, his mouth very close but not touching her, blowing. She made a slight sound as her nipples tightened from the sensation.
Cupping her breasts, he pinched her nipples between his thumb and the base of his forefinger. She gasped out loud, her hips bucking in response. Some women could learn to climax from the right kind of breast stimulation.
She was breathing faster now, so he pulled her shirt slightly higher, exposing just her chin and mouth. He loved watching her lips quiver as she licked them, glad to be partly released.
He leaned over her, letting her feel his body against hers. He kissed her, loving how she couldn’t see, how she was completely at his mercy, with just her lips free. And her lips eagerly responded, giving herself to him.
Stretched against her, his hard cock pressed against her hip. Humping was far more chaste than his usual fare, but like the first time he held her, it ignited him, making him grind against her harder. Her breath caught against his mouth, as she arched her back.
He almost couldn’t stop, but he had other plans.
At the edge of his fingertips was the candle. The flame had melted a wide pool of wax.
He lifted himself, laying one hand over her crossed arms over her head, holding her down. She instantly tensed, fighting against him. He let her struggle, until she knew that she wouldn’t be able to dislodge him. He could hold her down like this no matter how hard she tried.
“Hunter!” she gasped.
“Don’t fight me, Kali.”
Slowly she began to relax, and he waited for the perfect moment. Then he tilted the candle and let the wax drip onto the center of her stomach.
“Oh, Hunter!” She tensed, struggling against him. “It’s burning me!”
He held her arms easily with one hand. Then he bent down and kissed her stomach, licking his tongue all around where the wax was hardening in a nickel-sized pool on her stomach. Then lower to her belly button, which he licked, then nipped with his teeth. He pressed his teeth together on the tiny bit of flesh, until she writhed hard enough to draw a sound of protest from her.
He let go and carefully positioned the wax between her breasts. This time when he tilted the candle, the wax ran from her chest down under one breast, leaving a trail of burning warmth behind.
She made another lovely sound, like the call of a bird. He felt like a falcon circling overhead. He liked to see her twist and try to get away, but he could strike and hold her. He dripped the wax here and there, breathing with her, tensing with her, kissing her breasts and belly between the burning drops. Biting her breasts and nipples until her rising exclamations and the slight sheen on her skin told him she was nearing a peak.
Her flesh was reddened around the hardening wax, but it hadn’t burned her even though it felt that way. She really had no idea what he was doing or if it would leave marks.
But she let him push her further and further, until he dripped the wax directly on her nipple. Her guttural cry tore through him, and his fingers dug into her more fiercely.
It made his raging cock fight to get out of his jeans. He wanted to jerk her pants down and plunge into her hot wet hole right there on the coffee table.
He put his leg between hers, separating them. She spread her knees and opened her legs as wide as her jeans allowed. He slipped in between and leaned into her, his erection pressing against her. It was still within the limits, but as he rocked, sliding the length of his dick against her, he felt the moist heat of her pussy even through their jeans.
He moaned, feeling as if he was almost slipping over the edge. Just from humping her!
“I can’t stand it!” he muttered, stunned by his own runaway excitement.
Kali was writhing under him. Twisting more frantically as her arms fought with her shirt. “Just do it!” she cried out.
“Do what?” he asked.
She scrambled off the shirt, grasping onto his arms. Her eyes were wild and bright. “Make love to me! I’m going to die if you don’t.”
He was ready. More than ready. Limits be damned!
But it wasn’t right, and some tiny sane piece of his mind stopped him. It was a terrible idea to renegotiate hard limits in the middle of a scene. They both were out of their minds with lust! Now was no time to make a serious decision.
He pulled back, breathing heavily. Trying to get a grip. If only she was experienced! Then he could trust that she knew what she wanted even in the heat of passion.
She pulled at his arms, her eyes imploring him. “Please! Even if it’s only for tonight. I won’t let it interfere with our working relationship.”
Hunter stopped cold, as if he had been smacked. “What do you mean, even if it’s only for tonight?”
“I know this is only crazy wild sex. I’m okay with it. I want to do it.”
“Only sex?” Now she was lying back down, looking up at him. He was leaning over her, his fingers tangled in the ends of her hair. “What do you mean?”
“I know you have other women. Like Minx. I know I’m not the usual kind of girl you do this with. We’re not looking for the same thing. But I want to do this with you. Even if it’s only for tonight.”
“What if I want to do it tomorrow night?”
She had to smile. “I’d say yes. But I don’t expect a relationship to come of this.”
There it was again; the slamming of a door inside of her, cutting him off from everything important. “Why not?”
She blinked a few times, as if it was so obvious she didn’t know where to start. “I’m not kinky, for one thing.”
“I beg to differ. You’re loving this.”
“I’m sure this is like twiddling thumbs to you.”
“No! I love it! I adore the way you respond, with your heart and soul. So sensitive! So responsive. It’s like playing with the wind.”
Now Kali looked away, embarrassed. She was closing herself off more each second. She covered her breasts with her arms. Her shirt was still looped around one.
He helped her sit up. “You don’t know what I want. We haven’t talked about relationships at all. You’re making assumptions based on one glimpse of one of my play partners.”
“What is your relationship with Minx?”
“I’m not in love with her. And she isn’t with me. We enjoy playing together. And she helps me keep the studio clean.” He wasn’t going to go into the deeply structured relationship he had with Minx, wherein they were always in Master/slave roles when they were together.
Kali was looking at him with rising skepticism in her eyes. He could see goose-bumps starting on her skin as her flush slipped away. This was not how he wanted to end their first scene together. It had spiraled out of control.
It was so unlike him.
He felt fear deep inside at the thought that she was going to slip through his fingers. He wanted to grab her even harder, to hold her closer and make her understand what he meant.
But he couldn’t. He forced himself to smile and relax, so he wouldn’t frighten her. It took an effort of supreme will. Fear in a sexual context could be delicious, but the kind of fear she was feeling now was making her run away from him.
He had to finish the scene and give her the closure she needed after opening herself up to him. So he took her into the kitchen and carefully scraped off the wax with a butter knife. He made her laugh, and then tickled her until she nearly screamed. Just enough so he felt more in control. He knew he was weak to do it. But he felt like he had just run a marathon and had to turn around and run all the way back again before he was done. He needed a long cool drink of water, something to sustain him. So he tickled her and felt her wiggle in his arms as he held her, and shamelessly rubbed his denim-covered dick against her body.
Then he carried her to her room and helped her get out her nightclothes. He pulled back the bed and plumped the pillow while she stared at him. “Go get ready for bed. I’ll clean up out there.”
While she was in the bathroom, he swept up the waxy bits from the coffee table. She wouldn’t like finding them ground into the rug the next morning, so he made sure they were all gathered up. The candle was out and he fixed the magazines, then turned out all the lights except for the one by the door.
Kali met him next to the door wearing a long white nightshirt.
“You look like an angel,” he told her.
He took her face gently in her hands and kissed her again. This time he restrained himself. She was begging for more, but he let her know he wanted her, then pulled back, kissing her on the forehead before he left.
“Go to bed. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he said, going out the door.
As aftercare for him, it sucked. Why did he feel like he was the one who just got whipped? But he couldn’t lie down on her bed and cuddle with her, as he wanted to. He would end up having sex with her, and probably scaring her because he couldn’t control himself. That would only confirm her idea that this hook up would be brief and meteoric.
He couldn’t believe how much that thought panicked him. He paused outside her closed door, wanting to knock, to return and hold her for a few minutes. But that wouldn’t solve anything.
He went downstairs and outside, looking up at the darkened living room windows. He felt so disconnected from her. After playing her body like a fine instrument, reacting with her, taking her to the heights of ecstasy… he felt a crashing emptiness inside. He hoped she didn’t feel that way, too. It wasn’t a good idea to try to have a serious talk right on the heels of a scene. Emotions were too riled up, feelings needed time to settle before they were processed.
Hunter slowly circled the block, unable to walk away. On the next street he could see the back of her building through a wide empty lot surrounded by chain link and graffitied plywood. A dog was barking in a building nearby.
Her bedroom light was still on.
He felt like a dirty stalker, but he couldn’t stop himself. He had to be sure she was okay. He knew even simple scenes could pierce someone’s psyche. Look at him! Here he was lurking outside an empty lot, watching her when she didn’t know it.
Once again, Kali had shaken him so badly that he was reacting on primal instinct. First he had endangered them both by making a spectacle of himself searching for her in the subway, and now he was stalking her, unable to let her go, like a dog searching for his bone.
I am a dog, he thought to himself, giving his rigid hard-on a rub through his jeans. He had been hard for more than an hour with no relief in sight. But he was used to that. He was Mr. Control when it came to his own orgasm. It shouldn’t be driving him out of his mind this way.
So he pulled out his phone. He wrote a text to her: Do you need anything? I could come back if you do.
He counted to thirty before a text returned from her: I’m fine. I’m just going to bed now.
He texted back: Good girl.
For nearly a minute he stood there looking at her window. And then it went dark. She really was going to bed. She would think of him tonight and tomorrow when she woke up. And when she found tiny bits of candle in her sheets or in her hair. She would think of him and how he had held her and done things to her that she hadn’t ever allowed anyone else to do.
With another absent rub of his cock, he turned away. Now he could go home. But he would be back. He wasn’t going to let this treasure get plundered by anyone else but him.
Chapter 7
It was the hottest thing Kali had ever done, and they didn’t even go all the way! She masturbated twice that night, once with the lights still on, she was so turned on. Both times her orgasm exploded so hard and fast that she saw stars. She didn’t understand why he didn’t have sex with her. He was obviously excited. The whole time. That was one of the best things about it.
She slept so deeply she didn’t wake up until very late. Stretching and yawning, thinking of what had happened last night, she pulled up her nightshirt and checked her stomach and breasts. There were little reddened marks where his teeth had bitten down, but nothing from the candle wax.
It was funny, it had felt like it was burning, and she was afraid she would have blisters this morning. She had been so scared while it was happening. There had been flashes of fire, some really painful, but she listened to his voice calling her forward every step of the way. And now she found she had been right to trust him. Other than the wax shavings, you could hardly tell anything had happened to her last night.
Wandering out to her living room, she picked up the candle where he had replaced it on the coffee table. On the coffee table! She had begged him to make love to her on her coffee table! She could hardly believe that was her last night.
But it was so incredibly sensual. He had been touching her constantly, kissing her skin, rubbing her, leaning into her and holding her down. It was more contact that she usually got when she had sex. Like he was making love to her whole body.
Why didn’t he go all the way with me? she wondered. I threw myself at him hard enough.
Sex had never been that big a deal for her. It was usually too fast for her to orgasm, and there was no way she could have shared the secrets of her trusty vibrator with her few serious boyfriends. She had always found it easy to turn guys down. Plus, she had to admit, she sort of liked being pursued.
So when Hunter texted her, she was really glad. It read: Morning! I hope you feel good today.
Laughing, she had to text back: No I’m a bad girl, remember?
Yes you are, he texted right back. And I’m the one who figured it out. You remember that.
I had fun last night, she texted.
So did I. How about dinner tomorrow night, after work? I should be done with the demo crew by 6.
Kali hugged herself. He was asking her out again! He did want her. Even if it was only for kinky sex games.
Well, she could do with a few more kinky sex games if they were all like that. Except she wanted the sex part, too. Now that she had gotten her feet wet, she was ready for a dunking. Their scene last night blew everything else she’d ever done out the window, and she was ready for more.
***
Later on, while she was doing her laundry and staring off into space, thinking about how gorgeous Hunter was and how he could get any girl he wanted, he
sent her another text: Do you have a private email where I can send you a note? Not work-related.
She gave him her gmail account – KaliKaliKali. Then she kept checking the browser on her phone until his email popped up. It was from his usual address.
_______________________________________
Hunter Munro – [email protected]
Re: relationships
You said something about relationships last night. What is it you’re looking for?
H
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Kali considered it, then sent the following email in response:
______________________________________
Kali Jones – [email protected]
Re: relationships
I’m looking for love, like most people. But I’m not in a rush.
~Kali
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After a few minutes her phone pinged and another email came through.
______________________________________
Hunter Munro – [email protected]
Re: relationships
If you’re going to be that short, we could have texted!
Tell me what you really want. Unless you’d rather sit down over dinner tomorrow and discuss it? But you seemed uncomfortable talking about it, so I thought it would be easier for you to put your thoughts down in an email.
H
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Well, if he wanted a real email, he would have to wait for it. She wasn’t going to tap out something incoherently on her phone. So she closed the browser on her phone and sat back to think about it. What did she want? A career, a husband who was a partner in life, a nice home and two kids so they would each have a sibling, unlike her.
But in the short term, she wasn’t sure. She wanted to leave the door open so she could see Hunter again.
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