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The heat is on

Erotic fiction inspired by Debora A in “Ethereal

High up on the fifth floor of an abandoned warehouse, my sweet submissive, who I shall call Aria, sits on a futon I have rolled out over the broken floorboards. She is naked apart from hold-up stockings and a pair of heavy-duty shoes – so that she doesn’t get splinters in her feet – and her silky smooth, pale skin glows in the light radiating from the numerous candles that surround her.

As I stand over Aria, she looks at me with trepidation. “Lie face down on the mattress!” I command.

I kneel down beside her, run a hand up her thigh and give her a quick, hard slap on the ass. Her body trembles as the red imprint of my hand appears on her left cheek, but she says nothing. I spank her on the other cheek, and her reaction is the same.

I roll her body over so that she can watch me strip naked, then I straddle her waist. I stare at her beautiful but emotionless face and smile. Leaning into her, I trail my tongue from her neck, up over her chin, and across her full, red lips. She sighs deeply.

“You know I don’t want to hear a sound from you!” I say, harshly.

She shakes her head to indicate she understands.

I grab her beautiful breasts and squeeze them firmly, pinching the nipples until they stiffen. I can see from the look in her eyes that she derives pleasure from the modicum of pain my action generates.

As I reach for one of the lit candles, Aria’s eyes widen in realization of what is going to happen next. I grin and say, “There’s no need to look so frightened.”

Her expression indicates that she doesn’t believe me, so I tip the candle slightly, so that a dribble of hot wax drops onto one of my naked legs – staring her full in the face as I do so. While I do not flinch, Aria’s expression remains fear-tinged. She starts to squirm nervously beneath me.

I climb off her and kneel between her long, spread-eagled legs.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

Being the ever-compliant submissive, Aria nods her head. I slowly tilt the candle, and as the hot wax hits the cold, tender flesh between her breasts and her navel, Aria’s body lifts off the mattress – and she’s incapable of preventing herself from moaning loudly.

“Not a sound!” I shout. “I told you, not a sound!”

Aria reactively reels from the volume of my voice, but quickly regains her posture, as the red wax trail hardens on her body.

I tilt the candle again, only this time I ensure that the hot wax spills onto Aria’s beautiful breasts, and runs down her sides, to pool on the mattress. I take great joy in watching her body shudder uncontrollably, and, eager to test her pain threshold, I ask her to push her body upwards off the bed.

When Aria adopts the pose, I allow the molten wax to pool around the candle’s wick, then tip the candle and hold it in a tilted position so that the flame continuously melts the wax and causes it to repeatedly splatter just above Aria’s shaved pussy. The momentarily runny red liquid runs down over her hairless mound and hardens between her open legs.

She groans in pleasurable pain, but for once I don’t reprimand her, as hearing her cries has aroused my cock to full stiffness.

I lean over Aria’s finally still body, and run my tongue along the areas of wax-free flesh, lapping at the salty beads of sweat that coat it. Me being a lover of savory over sweet, Aria tastes so delicious it makes me smile and influences my next plan of action.

I straddle Aria, shuffle up her body, and drag the head of my swollen cock across her lips. My thighs tremble as Aria’s mouth parts slightly, just enough for me to slip the tip of my cock inside it. The expression on her face suddenly transforms into one of delight, blowjobs being a much-practised forte of hers. I nudge forward slightly and her mouth opens wide enough to let my cock slip fully down her throat. With my ball sac resting on her chin, Aria tightens her lips around my shaft and starts to suck. Her lipstick smears as I slowly pump my cock in and out of her mouth, and she winks at me mischievously – because she knows that the roles have altered. No longer the recipient of the pain factor, she’s now the granter of pleasure, even though she’s supine beneath me.

The combination of dominating Aria and introducing her to the joys of hot wax combined with the sensations generated by her cock-sucking mouth causes my arousal level to go off the scale. As I feel my orgasm rising, I increase the speed of my thrusts, grab one of the candles and pour wax down my back. My entire body shudders as the hot liquid hits my skin, and I pull my cock out of Aria’s mouth just in time to coat her breasts with thick ropes of cum, howling, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I collapse on top of Aria and she whispers in my ear, “Thank you, master.”

“No,” I reply. “Thank you, mistress.”

Because, for me, a BDSM relationship is more fulfilling and fun if the boundaries between domination and submission are fucked with on a regular basis.

 

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