Entrusted: A Drug of Desire Novel

by Sidney Bristol

  She took a deep breath and uncurled her arms from around her chest. Her nipples were already tightening from the cool air, and her right one throbbed slightly. The gel had taken the edge off ,for the most part, which was nice, but it still ached. She stood and Matías wrapped her in the soft terry cloth, rubbing it over her skin. He helped her out of the tub and guided her to stand on a bath mat, while he gently dried her off.

  “Did you think about your limits?” he asked.

  Raven tried not to hold her breath, but it was hard to remember to breathe as he went over every inch of her body.

  Limits! Limits. Limits. Limits. What had she decided?

  “Uh, I think…I don’t want you to put anything else in me.” She squirmed, recalling a few of the porn movies she’d watched and what those women had stuck in their vaginas—and other places.

  “You’ll have to be more specific. What is okay? How about that?”

  Heat crawled up her neck, nearly strangling her. “I just—don’t want you putting a cucumber in me.”

  Matías knelt in front of her, rubbing her legs. He tipped his chin up, his gaze sliding over her body until he met her eyes. “What about my fingers? Or my tongue? Or my cock?”

  She swallowed hard, finding it hard to concentrate with him staring at her. “T-that’s fine.”

  “Good. We’ll stick to those.” One side of his mouth hitched up. “Other limits?”

  “No anal.”

  “Ever?”

  “Not now.” Heat crawled up her neck. Did she really just say that?

  “That’s fair enough. And limits can always be renegotiated.” He kissed her hip gently. “What are your last three?”

  Her brain was lagging behind. She struggled to recall the other things she’d decided on, but her thoughts kept slipping away. “I’m not sure. I don’t want to do anything gross, like with food or—other stuff.” Her knowledge of kink was extremely limited, but even she knew there were extreme fetishes out there.

  “How about this? No food or bodily fluids? That’s pretty standard for a lot of people.” He stood and wrapped the towel around her, giving her one last stroke.

  She breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah, that.”

  “And?”

  “And no pictures.”

  He nodded as if he approved. “Last one.”

  “I don’t want to be blindfolded.”

  “Really?”

  She nodded and he shrugged.

  “Okay, then. I can respect that. Does that include keeping your eyes shut if I ask you to?”

  There wasn’t much difference between being blindfolded and shutting her eyes, but it mattered. She would still have the ability to open them if she didn’t like what was going on.

  “No, closing my eyes is fine.”

  “Good.” He hung the towel on a peg and came back to her, taking both her hands in his.

  It was strange, but being naked around him wasn’t as awkward as she’d expected. Maybe because he looked at her body, but didn’t act like being nude was out of the ordinary. It opened the door for her to feel—comfortable. Or as comfortable as she could be with the knowledge that tonight he would do things to her no man had ever done before.

  “One more thing,” she blurted.

  “Hm?”

  “Is tonight going to be like last night?”

  “Yes, and no. We’re doing something different.”

  “I mean, because these marks are fine and all, but I’d rather not be totally bruised from head to foot.”

  “I doubt you’ll be bruised anywhere tonight.” Matías chuckled.

  Well, that sounded promising.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Yup.” She doubted she could ever be truly ready for Matías.

  He released her hands and cupped her face. She held her breath as he leaned in and set his mouth on hers. He was gentle as he suckled her lower lip between his, much as she’d done to him. She leaned into him, placing her hands on his chest and surrendered to him. More kissing.

  Matías broke the kiss and took a step back, hand extended toward her. She took it and he led her into the bedroom.

  The plain cream and beige room had been transformed. Candles rested on every surface, giving the space a surreal glow, and the wall of curtains were drawn aside. Stars were beginning to come out, dotting the fading sky with pinpricks of light.

  “Lay down here.”

  She tore her gaze from the window and glanced down. A tarp covered by a bed sheet lay in the middle of the open space at the foot of the mattress. From the lumps under the tarp, she guessed he’d lined up pillows for her comfort. How thoughtful. One night he bruised her ass so bad she could barely sit, the next he made her a pallet.

  He guided her to lay on her stomach, head toward the windows and facing the bathroom door.

  “Now, don’t move, or you won’t like the consequences.”

  She shivered, remembering all too well the price she’d paid.

  “Okay. Sir.” She didn’t doubt him one bit. If she could avoid anything like last night, she would.

  Matías left her lying there and moved around the room. She heard him shuffling things and glass clinked together. He went back into the bathroom and got a few towels.

  What was he planning?

  Since their negotiation earlier, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about sex. With Matías. Knowing what was coming was maybe worse than wondering. Instead of keeping her feet grounded, she’d been cooking up scenarios, thinking about his body, him, what it might feel like. He would be different from her other lovers, she just knew it.

  Raven had the unfortunate knack for attracting sweet boys who couldn’t express an opinion when asked. The idea that Matías would be in complete control of himself, the situation, and her body—well, her sex throbbed to the point it was uncomfortable. She shifted on her make-shift bed, thighs pressed together. The dampness between her legs had nothing to do with her bath.

  After several minutes of being left to wait, Matías knelt by her right side, which was also the side she couldn’t see.

  “Not all play hurts. Some of it is pleasurable,” he said as he settled.

  “That’s good to know.” She peered around her, careful to not move, but searching for some reflective surface she might be able to glimpse him in. All she saw were candles.

  Liquid warmth dribbled onto her spine, just below her shoulder blades. The sudden touch had her gasping as whatever it was trickled down her back.

  “Too hot?” he asked.

  Was it too hot?

  She wiggled her shoulders and blew out a breath. It was actually…nice.

  “No, Sir, just surprised me,” she replied.

  He chuckled and this time, when drops fell on her skin, she didn’t cry out. Her initial guess that he was pouring a liquid on her was wrong. The little hairs on her skin pulled, as if they were caught in something as the suspect liquid stopped moving. In fact, it seemed to be drying.

  The dribble became a stream as Matías poured more of the stuff crossways along her lower back. It was warm, pleasantly so, heating her body and muscles. She might have been lured into sleep, had the sensations not seeped into her pussy, increasing the arousal already coursing through her veins.

  “Do you know what it is yet?” he asked.

  “No idea,” she mumbled.

  She heard a thunk, as if he were setting a glass object down on the tile floor.

  Raven glanced at a low bench running along the window. It was lined with tall, white candles—in glass.

  “Wax?” she asked.

  “Good girl.” He poured more of the stuff over her shoulders, except this time it was uncomfortably warm. She hissed and shifted a little. “What? Don’t like that?”

  “It’s kind of hot.”

  “Hot as in, you’re being turned on? Or hot as in it burns?”

  “It doesn’t quite burn, but it’s okay now.” Given a moment, the wax cooled, but the trail he blazed across her
skin had her squirming.

  “Well, it’s going to get hotter. With wax, it’s all about the paraffin content. Pure paraffin candles are cool, because they have a lower melting point. But, lessen the paraffin content and the wax becomes hotter.” He set one candle down, she could tell from the clink on the tile.

  She had a bad feeling about where this explanation was going.

  If she’d thought the first bit of wax was liquid heat—she’d been wrong. Matías poured something on her shoulder blade that made her gasp and attempt to shove up off the ground, except the moment she moved, he planted a hand on the back of her neck and held her there.

  “It’s too hot,” she said between panting breaths.

  “No, it’s not.”

  “It is!”

  “You just think it’s too hot.”

  She squirmed a little as the wax cooled to room temperature and hardened.

  “That wasn’t even the hottest one.” He released her neck and placed the hand in front of her face, palm to the ground.

  She sensed his presence at her back before she felt his breath fan against her neck. His teeth closed around the juncture of neck and shoulder, sucking the bit of flesh for a second, rolling his tongue over it. Her lungs stopped working, waiting for the pain, but it never came. He released her and pressed a quick kiss to the spot.

  “I think it’s time you turned over,” he said.

  Part of her wanted to see what he was doing, while the other part was checked out. Her rational brain was pointing out she’d just bathed—and now had wax all over her. That was not a voice she was interested in listening to. Later, she’d worry about the mess. For now, she was Matías’ plaything.

  For all the time she’d spent day dreaming about this, her fantasies had nothing on reality. Not one bit.

  Raven sucked down a deep breath and turned over, allowing Matías to position her on the little pallet. He had a collection of tall and short pillar candles next to him. Some of the wax had burned so long it was clear, while on others, the top portion was opaque.

  He brushed his hand down her sternum, not touching her breasts. She ached for him to touch her there, but instead he reached for another candle and held it over her chest. She stared at his hand wrapped around the girth of it, wondering which kind of candle this was. A hot one? Or a cooler one?

  Matías’ gaze rose to her face, capturing hers. Her mind quietened in that moment, and he slowly tipped the candle forward. A steady stream of wax dripped down between her breasts. She gasped and arched her back. It was warm, not exactly hot, but for the first brief second, it felt as though the wax were burning through her body. He drew the candle down toward her stomach, upending it until all the melted wax was gone and the flame lengthened, eating up the newly exposed wick.

  She sucked in air and slowly eased her spine down to the pallet. The wax adhered to her back crumbled and cracked.

  “Too hot?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  He picked up another candle, this one mostly melted down to the bottom. What did that mean?

  “Try to stay flat now, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He brought the candle to her chest, hovering over her left breast. She bit her lip and watched as he slowly let a little wax trickle over the edge onto her areola. This time she squeezed her eyes shut and fisted her hands, expecting that same lick of heat. Except this time it was a warm, soothing sensation. She blew out her breath and relaxed, opening her eyes.

  Matías leaned over her, a smile on his face.

  He was truly handsome when he smiled and the skin at the corner of his eyes crinkled. He could seem so fierce, and yet, now, she’d call him kind, if it weren’t for what they were doing.

  He set the candle down and planted his hands on either side of her head, their faces inches apart. He stared into her eyes as if searching for something. There was only one secret she had to keep, the rest she’d give to him if he asked.

  Matías kissed her, pressing her down into the pillows, the tarp crinkling around them. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and she moaned, her lower body clenching once more. His fingers wrapped around her abused nipple and tugged. She gasped, whimpering and squeezing her eyes shut. It ached—and yet, it was as if he had a direct line to her pussy.

  He scooted down her body, to her stomach and nipped the skin just below her ribcage. What was it with him and biting? And why did she want to bite him back?

  Raven grabbed his bicep and dug her nails in as he bit her side, this time sinking his teeth in to the point she cringed. He groaned the tighter she held on and increased the pressure slightly. It was as if they were in a game of primal chicken, waiting to see how much the other would take.

  She gave first, uncurling her hand and nails from the deep gouges she’d dug.

  Matías sat up, breathing through his mouth. There was a wild glint to his eye, as though he weren’t entirely human.

  He snatched up one of the pillars and poured the contents on her stomach in one splash of hot wax, while shielding her mound with his other hand. She squealed as it rolled over the new bite marks, making the sensitized flesh seem to burn for a moment. He straddled her thighs, stroking his fingers over her pubic hair.

  “Most women these days shave this off,” he commented.

  “Fuck other women,” she said on reflex. Her thoughts were still muddied while she breathed through the onslaught of sensation. Not to mention, her focus was now centered decidedly lower.

  “I like that about you.” Matías chuckled. “You don’t seem to care about what’s normal, how people should react, you’re just—you. I envy that a bit.”

  Her eyes began to grow unfocused, her lids heavy as the salt bath and pleasant warmth wove their spell.

  “Oh, no, no, no. I know it feels good, but don’t fall asleep on me now.” Matías lowered to his elbows and grabbed something else from his stash. He flicked his wrist, and a silver straight razor, the kind men used for shaving, swung out of its case.

  She gulped and stared at the blade.

  “What’s that for?”

  “Fun.” He set the blunt side against her stomach and pressed it into the wax, drawing swirling lines and circles. Little flakes, like snow, gathered on the surface.

  He reached out and grasped a shorter candle and poured it slowly over the design.

  Raven grit her teeth at the heat that radiated down through the top layer of wax to the rest.

  “Wakey, wakey.”

  He set the flickering candle to the side and took up another. This one, he poured over her other breast. Glancing down her body, it was odd to see it encased in a shell of wax. Again, he took up the knife and lay next to her, carving a design on her chest.

  At first, she held her breath, fearful that if she moved too much, he might cut her. However, the moments ticked by and never once did he come close to cutting her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Doodling.” He blew a breath across her chest and the little white flakes scattered. “I’m disappointed they didn’t have colored wax. Then I could do something really amazing.”

  She tried to imagine what it might look like to be entirely covered in wax and designs done in color.

  Without warning, he picked up another candle and poured more on her chest. A little splattered up onto her neck and she gasped, her lungs freezing with the shock of it. The wax was hotter, maybe the hottest yet, and the thin barrier offered little protection. In fact, she was pretty sure the new wax melted the old.

  “Oh holy shit,” she said when she could draw a breath again.

  He bent close, intent on the pattern, indifferent to the plight her body was in. There was no respite from him or this. The heat inside of her built, matching that of the wax, and surpassing it. She could feel each pass of the blade, every teasing touch down to her bones.

  He continued the process, carving a little, adding more wax and moving around
her, as if she were his sculpture, a fine work of art he created. Instead of feeling objectified, she was humbled and honored to be the focal point.

  Once the candles he’d gathered were exhausted and nothing more than wicks in empty glass, he lay down next to her on his side, arm curled under his head. It was the first time he’d actually looked at her since they began.

  The wax was poured in such a way that it covered her chest, ribs and stomach, but left her nipples free. The little bit of wax he’d poured on them had long since flaked off. She breathed in shallow breaths, so as not to crack or disturb the artwork he’d made of her body.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said into the silence.

  She glanced down at what she could see. “I bet it is.”

  “No, I mean you. You’re beautiful.”

  She let her head drop back to the pillow and stared up at him. Her?

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Beautiful wasn’t something she would call herself. Her cheekbones were too high, her shoulders were like a linebacker’s and she was all muscle, no curves. But she wasn’t about to turn down the compliment, because when Matías looked at her as he did now, she felt beautiful. If only to him. And it was enough.

  He reached over and rubbed his finger over the tip of her breast. The nipple tightened as the sensation soared through her body. Every little thing he did seemed to push her farther up the mountain of desire. Could she want someone more than she wanted him now?

  She bit her lip and let her eyes close. The sense of anticipation was past the enjoyable stage. Now, she just wanted to fuck him. He let go of her breast and she braced for him to touch the other. Instead, his lips wrapped around the same hard nub and he flicked his tongue over it.

  Raven groaned and grabbed a handful of the sheet to keep from moving. It was almost too much. He pinched her other breast and she cried out, too sensitized and aroused for more than a light touch.

  “Sh, sh, sh.”

  Matías rested his hand on her throat. Just the weight of his touch centered her.

  He sat up and pulled out the straight razor once more. Though he’d only used the blunt side, the thing still made her nervous. He flicked it open with the ease of someone who was used to handling it and brought the business end of the blade to rest just above her navel.