by Anthology
As she tilted her head to steal a glimpse, he resumed pouring the wax over her backside. “Polka dots and lace…” he sighed. “In wax and skin. By Drew McKenzie…”
“So beautiful…” was all Maxine could manage as she gazed at him with fascination, mesmerized by the artistry he’d brought to their scene. As he continued to speckle her, Maxine cooed away, thinking there was no better way to warm up on a cold winter day.
But Drew moved away again and sat down on the thick masonry of the fireplace hearth. He still had so much more planned for her in their excursion into new sexual territory. “How about you toss me a pillow here for your little head, then wiggle over here?”
Pushing herself up on her hands and knees, Maxine took care not to muss his skillful creation on her ass. Placing her hands on the floor, she braced herself and began to clamber toward him on all fours, dragging herself along in that relaxed, gentle state into which she had fallen.
“So beautiful, Maxine, when you crawl for me,” As she knelt before him, head bowed in deference, Drew whispered, “Arch your back…and look at me…”
While she obeyed, Drew held the candle just far enough away for the milky wax to glaze her nipples.
Maxine twisted about as he caught her waist with his free hand while the wax hardened around her breasts. The feeling of the crust forming around her taut little nubs bordered on the divine. Her natural sensitivity to his most intimate manipulation of her mind, body and soul intensified her reactions. There was no pain to be had, just the sensation of the heated wax cooling over her skin, teasing her just a bit closer to her ultimate release.
“Oh, you're behaving so well for me, Maxine,” he groaned. “Your patience right now has rectified your earlier misbehavior.”
Maxine bent back further and watched the wax pour from the pillar, trickling so exquisitely from her nipples and draping her breasts as he alternated sides. “Thank you, Kind Sir…”
“We're still at green?”
Maxine's eyes locked with his for one split second—both of them questioning, both of them wondering if they might take this a step further.
“Yes, Sir…green…”
“You trust me,” he whispered. “And I trust you…”
“With my life.”
Gently, Drew placed the candle down on the hearth, then ran his fingers delicately over her breasts. “My precious, pretty little one…what I want to do to you right now…”
“You trust me,” she repeated his words, caressing his cheek with the backs of her fingers. “And I trust you…”
Maxine's affirmation was all that Drew needed. He'd been planning this for some time, and he'd taken every precaution according to the rule books. While he’d practiced this art before, this was indeed a first for Maxine. He had exactly one chance to please her, and his confidence in the ability of his own two hands rose. He felt steady…in control.
“Pay attention, little one,” he said, capturing her face in the cup of his hand. “I need you to be absolutely still for me, understand?”
Maxine nodded. Now, she could feel the pull again between her legs.
“Tell me the truth, Maxine,” he warned. “Can you manage to hold off for a bit longer?”
“I-I think so, Sir…”
“Before I put you into position, I'm telling you—Red me if you have to come,” he commanded. “This could get extremely dangerous if you don't. And I promise I won’t punish you.”
“I promise, too, Sir…” Maxine said. “I understand…”
With a nod, he commanded, “On your back, and legs in my lap.”
Already on her knees, Maxine sunk willingly all the way to the floor and down to rest her head on the pillow then smiled up at him as he spread his legs further to accommodate her.
Taking her calves in his hands, he lifted her, that splattered ass rising from the leather sheet. He reached for another candle, slimmer than the pillar but thicker than a standard taper, and held it up for her to see.
“Where do you want me to put this, Maxine?”
“Inside me, Sir…just like your cock…”
He couldn’t fight his grin as his hand made his way between her legs to spread her wider with his fingers. With the utmost precision, he slipped the candle inside of her, slowly pushing, inch by inch.
She watched his every move with fascination as she accepted the candle. She was so warm that she playfully wondered if she just might melt the wax inside her.
“What do you want me to do with it now, Maxine?”
Drew held his breath in wait for her answer.
“Light it…” Maxine took and held a deep breath of her own. “Please…Sir…”
Closing his knees tighter, he locked her in the clench of his legs, then struck the large kitchen match on the box. To the brand-new wick, he held the flame and watched the flicker glow. Once in place, he gave the candle a tilt so that the wax would trickle down upon her clit.
And then Drew waited…
“Ahh…” Maxine watched the candle burn with wide eyes.
Panic struck for a moment, but Drew stopped himself. “Color?”
“Oh, green! Green, Sir!”
“How's it feel, little one?”
“Warmer…little sensitive…ahh…oozing…twitching…”
He knew he was likely going to bruise her hip with his grip to keep her still, but he remained utterly enraptured as her lower lips appeared to be sucking on that waxy rod. The droplets dangling around her swollen clit damn near sent his cock into overdrive. For once, he wished she'd come soon. He'd never needed to be inside her as desperately as he did at that moment.
As the wax thickened around her, Maxine knew she wasn't long for the count. She was so warm and wet that the liquid never actually hardened completely. The tease against her already peaking arousal left her lightheaded. There was simply no way for her to escape her indulgence in that pleasant pulsation for one second longer. She couldn't hold on.
“Red, Drew…!”
Just as orgasm swept her into its stronghold, Drew blew out the candle, knowing she could have started a real fire with the buck of those hips. “Slowly, little one, I've got you,” his voice soothed. “That's it…that's it, Maxine…just keep coming…I'll be inside you in a minute…”
“Coming…” she gasped, as he allowed the last dribbles of wax to drop to her clit. Perhaps the next time, she would suggest he hold the candle above her for a bit, just to feel the sensation.
“Oh, you certainly are, little one…” he said, then slowly withdrew the candle from Maxine's fierce clutches. “Such a sweet girl, Maxine…just let it go…good girl….”
Somehow, Drew still had to undress.
Fucking clothes, he thought, throwing his sweater to the side. He should have just stripped before they started this scene. Fighting with his jeans and then with his boxers, Drew finally freed himself.
He took a seat back on the hearth and leaned against the stone wall as he patted his thighs, signaling Maxine that it was time—at long last, it was time.
“No, little one,” his voice gentled her as she attempted to sit astride him. “Stand and turn around…”
Spinning slowly, Maxine obeyed with a quick, “Yes, Sir…”
Unable to resist his urges any longer, he reached out and skimmed his hands over her bottom, so boastfully admiring his work. “Sinfully gorgeous…”
Taking himself in his hand, he settled her right down over the throbbing ache of his cock. Inch by inch, he eased inside her until Maxine perched in his lap, her back facing him so that he could look at the rise and fall of her stippled and spotted ass while they joined.
“Lean forward just a little…right there,” he groaned. “Perfect…”
Drew studied the Kama Sutra like some men studied the Bible. There was simply no point in doing anything without a full commitment to mastery.
Tossing her head back, Maxine rocked unhurriedly, easing herself up and down the length of his cock with the strength of her legs, all
the while lost in the throes of never ending orgasm. Oh, this was so very deep—their movements seemingly choreographed as his hands roamed her torso, plucking away the wax from her nipples before dipping between her legs for another feel. Closing her eyes, she indulged in the complete fullness of their union.
Desperation had given way to tenderness once more. All the delicious while, as Drew's whispers filled her ear with unbridled devotion, Maxine felt herself tightening around him, readying for one more fervent release.
She could feel his lips playing against her shoulder, curving into a smile. “You'll come with me, little one?”
“Oh, yes…” And she quickened her pace in anticipation of his command.
“Almost there, Maxine…doing so well…” he encouraged. “Just like that…keep going…oh, what you do to me…”
The tug of his fingers at her nipples and her clit—just barely pulling—brought a gasp to her lips. She could feel the wax cracking with his touch. While not a painful sensation, this new play was a delightful one at that. “So good…”
Then his hands moved with greater urgency to her hips, holding her so fiercely close as he throttled himself against her. “Now…now, Maxine…!”
The flood of pleasure that had been rising caught her in its fierce tide, washing away every last nerve within her body with ripple after ripple—bubbling over and leaving her nearly limp in his arms.
The only sounds echoing throughout that huge and lofty room, other than the dying embers crackling from the fireplace, were those of the strangled, collective breaths of Maxine and Drew.
“My Maxine…” he rasped. “My precious Maxine…”
Turning her in his arms, he squeezed her with the last bit of strength he could muster. “I just love you, little one…I just love you…”
Her soft chuckle tickled against his chest. “I love you, too.”
As much as he hated to ruin what he’s spent the afternoon doing, Drew began to pluck the wax from her body but made certain to take a photo first. Both he and Maxine wanted to preserve the memory.
Lathering up his hands with lotion, he coated her ass with aloe, as both simply lingered in tranquility. Sometimes, their quiet sentiments spoke louder than words.
Hoisting her into his arms, he headed for the couch. Often, Maxine curled up with her head in his lap, dozing off while Drew held her. It was one of his favorite times with her. Words weren't necessary. Comfort came in her simple need to just be close to him.
However, he hoped that she could keep her eyes open for just a few more minutes.
Covering her with the thick throw they’d kept on the back of the sofa, Drew smiled down upon Maxine, and then slipped back into his boxers. “Wait right there, little one. I have one more surprise for you…”
Always the magician ready to pull another trick out of his hat, he disappeared so quickly up the stairs, leaving Maxine to wonder yet again what he had up his sleeve.
For once, he wasn’t in any hurry to inspect her entire body inch by inch after they’d scened. In fact, she even thought he seemed a bit distracted. He’d already proposed. Maxine had no idea what he could be worried about now.
However, she didn’t have to wait very long.
Down the stairs, his bare feet pounded like a child on Christmas morning, and when he stopped in front of Maxine, he garnered just the reaction for which he’d been hoping.
Hands rushing to her open mouth, Maxine panted in pure delight against her fingertips as she looked at Drew, holding a kitten in each hand. As her eyes widened with that childlike innocence he so adored, she couldn't help but to squeal, then stopped herself, fearing she'd frighten those two little gray bundles of fur.
“Kittens!” Maxine breathed at last and hurried over to snuggle them both before reaching for the boy and cuddling him against her. Then, with a closer look, realization washed over her. “Drew—his eye! They’re the kittens from Vicki’s office!
He couldn’t fight his grin—or the urge to nuzzle the tiny girl closer. “They are indeed, little one.”
“But what—” Maxine was so excited. She could only hope that she didn’t get the hiccups. Maxine always found herself hiccupping at the most inopportune times. “How did you…”
“Adam flew out to get them yesterday, and your dad and Vicki met him on the tarmac,” Drew explained. “They spent the night at Jillian’s and—”
“And that’s why I ran into Adam in the lobby!” Maxine said and stretched her neck out to kiss Drew. “I can’t believe you’ve gone to such lengths…”
“Anything for you, little one,” he said brushing a kiss on her forehead.
“You’ve surprised me like no one else ever has, Drew. This is…”
His smile was simple as he nodded. “It’s the beginnings of our little family, Maxine.”
“The perfect beginning, Drew—with twins!” She pulled back to look at her little squiggling baby boy once again. “Oh, you two need names!”
Slumping down beside Maxine, Drew placed sister next to brother in her lap. “Something theatrical…”
“Of course!” she agreed.
“Evita and Che…”
Maxine’s sideways glance said it all. “Drew…”
“Tony and Maria?” he pressed her. “Oh, no…wait…how about Sweeney and Lovett?”
“Daddy really does have a tragic mind, doesn’t he?” she whispered to the kittens playing upon her thigh. “What about…something sweet…and traditional—like Emile and Nellie?”
“From South Pacific?” he asked, leaning in for a snuggle with the pink-collared kitten. “You know, I like that. And this one looks like a Nellie…”
“Emile and Nellie…” She lowered her head to rub her nose between them. “I think you two have names…”
“Now not to put a damper on this glee, but you know Vicki said he might lose that eye…”
“Drew, I don’t care,” Maxine said. “He’s still a very sweet kitty. If we had a child born with an imperfection, we’d still love him the same…”
“Yeah…” he said and reached under Emile’s chin. “We’d love him even more…”
With a quick steal of a kiss from his lips, she whispered, “And I have the best Valentine in the world…”
“I have to argue you on that one, Best Valentine in the World…” he teased her back. “How we all head upstairs, and I’ll take another look at that little ass for you…”
“That sounds like a plan,” Maxine murmured. “And I’m sure we can find ways to keep each other warm…”
“You know…a blowjob in bed might be nice…it's been a couple of days…”
“Mack! Not in front of the children!” she squealed then moved in to steal another kiss. “Oh, Happy Valentine's Day…'
“Oh, yes, little one,” he groaned. “A very happy Valentine's Day…for all of us…”
Also by Juliet Braddock
Weakened (Book 1, Manhattan Bound Series)
Wrapped (Book 2, Manhattan Bound Series)
Knotted (Book 3, Manhattan Bound Series)
Submission Dance
A Fetish & Fantasy Novella
Lori King
Book Description
Marley Saltzman has a secret fantasy. She wants to let go of everything, and submit to a Dominant. Intrigued by her friends BDSM lifestyle, she convinces him to put her on the guest list for his monthly fetish party. She had no idea how far out of her element she would be until she came face to face with an experienced Dom.
Lex Gregory has been nursing heartache and raising his daughter alone for so long he barely remembers what a submissive feels like at his feet. When he meets Marley, he can’t believe that the naïve woman ever thought she could handle kink. All too quickly his need for her refreshing innocence and lack of preconceived notions grows, and he has to have her.
The two began a subtle dance of sexual submission and wit that leads to a night of passion and unanswered questions. Will this dance end in heartache, or will they both find t
heir darkest fantasies fulfilled?
Warning: Adult Themes-For Mature Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. M/F, graphic language, consensual BDSM, spanking, public sex, HEA.
1
It was colder in the dimly lit foyer of the house than Marley anticipated when she dressed for the evening. She could already feel her nipples tightening behind the thin material of her bra, and goose-bumps prickled up her arms. All around her were people of every shape and size, wearing everything from jeans and t-shirts to slave collars and nothing else. Surveying the crowded home eased some of her doubts about her skimpy attire, but her stomach still fluttered with nerves. For the hundredth time, she questioned whether or not this was a good idea, but she was here now, so it was a moot point.
After an abrupt stop at the door to sign a liability waiver and confidentiality agreement, she was almost certain that she’d made a mistake by coming. In all of her BDSM fantasizing she never imagined that she might actually get physically injured at a Lusty Fantasies party. Sure, she knew there were whips and floggers and whatnot, but waiving her rights to a bodily harm lawsuit seemed rather extreme.
Free to wander the party to her heart’s content, she felt her whole body tremble with anxiety. She was out of her depth here. Closing her eyes briefly, she leaned against a wall while she took several deep breaths to calm herself, and keep from turning tail and running out the door she’d just come in. Once she felt steadier, she stood tall and took in the scene around her. Within a few moments, her curiosity drew her like a siren into a hallway of kink.
It was a massive space that divided the two halves of the mini-mansion lined with doors into various rooms of decadence and debauchery.
The first room she came to held a spanking bench that was currently in use. The man and woman were fully focused on the scene they were playing out, and Marley couldn’t take her eyes off the woman writhing on the padded bench. Her Dominant rained down blows from a black flogger onto her upturned backside, varying his speed and the strength of his swing as she whimpered and moaned underneath him. The sounds she made grew steadily until her entire body went taut at the height of her climax, and she cried out in ecstasy. The moment she orgasmed, he dropped the flogger onto a black duffel bag nearby and began stroking her tender skin. When he began rubbing some sort of cream over the raw, red lines marring her skin, the woman sighed with pleasure and thanked him for her spanking. Then he lifted her into his arms to carry her from the room.
