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I was kneeling on the hard wooden floor in the small room before our playroom. I was there all alone, and he was somewhere at home. I was there for like an hour, and he was still doing something else instead of me.
I felt every drop of sweat that was going down my back. I felt every rub of the pants against my skin. I was alone with my thoughts and my hard dick in pants.
Our relationship wasn’t all about this, but either of us didn’t like routine, so this was a pleasant change. I heard his steps in the hallway. I guessed that he was wearing high heels. I thought about what type of them he was wearing.
The door behind my back opened, and I wanted to look at him, but I thought he would assure me that I wasn’t supposed to do that. I felt shivers down my spine while I was gazing at the floor. I closed my eyes slowly and swallowed.
He ran over my shoulders and neck with his sharpened nails. I leaned toward his touch, but he immediately stopped. I opened my eyes and finally saw what he was wearing. It looked so pretty on him, and I was facing his body in the lace top and miniskirt. I was sure that he was wearing thongs too, and I wanted to see more. I was desperate for him already.
He made the sign for me to stand up, and I was careful because I knew that my knees would probably be weak because I had been kneeling for so long. I didn't want him to perceive me as weak. It was too early to acknowledge that thing.
He walked through the door to the playroom, and I followed him. Though I was taller than him, I felt so small against his steps full of power, his sharpened eyes, and his ice-cold tone of voice.
He has two sides, the one when he was able to talk with a voice full of sweet and comforting words and in a tone that you wanted to listen to for the rest of your life, and the other with sharpened eyes and power and certainty in everything he was doing.
His perfume reeked for metres behind him, and I was dazed with it. He sat down on the bed and asked me to kneel in front of him with a simple look down and up. I did it without hesitation. He let his fingers run through my hair and pulled them a bit. I exhaled the rest of the air I was holding in my lungs.
And then he finally spoke. "I think that you know why I am like this, don’t you, darlin’?" He called me "darling" because he knew that it made me feel even tinier. "The slap across my ass was just the last drop of wine in the glass. I was waiting for this for so long, darlin’. And now you made the perfect opportunity for this little game. Tell me, how are you feeling right now? Speak, darlin’."
I gasped for the air. My breathing was light, and he knew that. I took a deep breath and tried to speak. "I feel tiny against you; I know it’s just a game, but with the way you’re looking at me and how you use your words and your tone and all of that, it just makes me feel like I’m nothing without you and your way of submitting me. I feel like I need to hear affirmation from you that I’m doing it right."
He stopped his hands in my hair for a few seconds and pulled them, which forced me to look up. He kissed me slowly, and I was just satisfied by his lips.
"I think it’s time for the little game I've had in my head for a while, darlin’. It will be a lot easier because you are already wearing just your pants. Let me get my things, and I’ll be right back, darlin’."
I wanted to know what his plan was. But he didn’t allow me to look at him, so I was staring down again and thought that I should be grateful for the heated floor we put in here. My knees started to hurt, but I wasn’t allowed to do anything without him saying it first. And also, I was sure that I'd be on my knees for a long time today.
"Move yourself on the cross in the middle of the room, darlin’. We may need more space for this. Did I mention that your back looks so pretty today, darlin’? We should try to make them even prettier. And I think that I know something that would help us with it, darlin’. I'm convinced that you’ll like that."
I was listening to the calm and sweet tone of his words, so I completely forgot about the first thing he told me.
He turned around and saw me at the same place, even though I was supposed to move as he said. "I told you to move; didn’t you understand me, darlin’." I felt the disappointment in his voice, and I have the urge to apologise immediately. "Sorry, I’ve been thinking..." "What have you been up to, darlin'? And be honest; don’t worry, I won’t judge you." "I was listening to your voice, and I got lost in my head for a moment." "Oh, I understand, darlin’." He came closer to me and pulled my hair. I was still on my knees, but he pulled me up. He kissed me and spoke. "Move yourself to the place I told you to, darlin’. Now." He pushed my back, and I nearly fell.
He made me kneel again, and I really struggled with pain in my knees. He knew that I have a weakness for pain kink, and he completely used it against me. Then I finally saw what he had been holding in his other hand the whole time. It was a pair of black candles. My mouth dropped down. We’ve never tried that, and I was excited for the unknown feeling of hot wax on my skin.
He closed my mouth with the end of the candle and spoke again. "I see that you know what our little game tonight will be. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. As I said, I want to make your back prettier than it is right now. So, I’m going to let these candles burn for a while and then try them on you; is that okay, darlin’. I need you to answer me." I nodded slowly yes."I want to hear you, darlin’." He put his palm on my cheek. "Say that you want it. Say it out loud. I want to hear what you want me to do to you, darlin’."
"I want you to make me feel loved and make my back prettier by wax. Please. I want to feel the pleasure of it. I want you in any kind of way. I want you." I whispered with closed eyes.
"That’s right, darlin’. That’s what I wanted to hear. You’re such a good boy. You said exactly what I wanted to hear. Let’s get the candles ready then, darlin’. I know that you’re not the patient one, but you’ll need to be for a little while."
He walked away from me, lit up the candles, and put them both on the commode. My eyes followed him. I was looking at his ass in the white skirt. He knew that I was looking at him, and I think that he did it on purpose because he dropped the lighter on the floor and bent down to get it, so I had a perfect view of his bum now. And I was right; he was wearing thongs, and I was even more desperate for him. I wanted to pull them off and feel his tight hole. But I wasn’t in charge today.
He kneeled in front of me and started to kiss me and scratch my back. I let out a small moan, and he smiled. He stood up and let me touch him. I started at his ankles and gradually came closer to the hem of the miniskirt. He knew that I love it when he’s wearing skirts, and this was one of my favourites.
He slapped my hands away when I started to get too close to his crotch. I whimpered, and he turned away and grabbed one of the candles.
"Look down, darlin’. I don’t want you to know when the first drop will fall on your shoulders."
He started to walk around me. I watched his legs when he was in front of me, and I heard his steps in high heels. He was so confident in his walk. I shivered from the tension that this room was filled with.
"Are you excited, darlin’. Do you want me to drop the first one and place the other one right next to it and continue until the candle is at the end and your back is full of this lovely black wax? Tell me, darlin’, is this what you want?"
I took a breath and wanted to start. But then the first drop touched my back, and a loud moan came from my mouth instead of words.
"What you wanted to say, darlin’?"
I took another breath, and he did the exact same thing as the last time. I held the moan inside and finally spoke. "Can you continue? Please. I want to feel it again."
And he continued. He grabbed the other one and switched them from time to time. He wandered from side to side and used the whole space on my back. The scratches he made with his nails were the most painful places. But it felt so right, and I truly loved that.
I moaned with every other drop and asked him for more, and he always gave me more. At the end, I didn’t know what hurt more if it was the knees or the back and shoulders. But even if it was anything, it made the perfect combination of pain and pleasure, and I felt that I was so close.
I saw that he had just one of the candles, so I assumed that the other one had already burned out.
He knew that I was close, so he came in front of me and spoke. "Lean back, darlin’. I want to let fall a few of the last drops on your chest."
I leaned on my hands behind my back. The change of position and the move with my back made the wax crack and pull my skin a bit. He kissed me slowly; I closed my eyes, and he took advantage of my inattention. The last drops fell right onto my nipples, and with the way he was kissing me and the pain that melted from my chest to other parts of my body, I came without touch with a loud moan of his name.
He smiled at me and kissed me on my neck, letting my hands explore the rest of his body.
"Now it’s time to clean you, darlin’. But it’s not end of our game. Let me help you with the wax. Lay on your stomach on the bed. I will be right back."
He helped me stand up, and when I assured him that I could stand on my legs, he left the room. I walked carefully to the bed and laid down as he said. I had my head in the pillows and just listened to the silence. I didn’t notice when he came back, but I felt his hand on my thigh. He sat over my lower back and started to rip off the wax. I felt his hard cock in just a thin piece of fabric, and his heels rubbed against my legs.
I groaned when he ripped the last piece of wax. He had some lotion, and he massaged the sore parts of my body, and I felt like I was becoming hard again because of his touch on my back. He exactly knew where to press and where he needed to be more careful. And I ended up looking like a moaning mess again.
He put the lotion on the nightstand and brought some other things that I couldn’t see.
"Turn around, darlin’. I think that you’re ready to continue. Sit at the edge, your back to me."
He put a blindfold over my eyes at first, so I became uncertain because I didn’t know where he was or what he wanted to do. I heard that he walked around the bed, so I guessed that he stood in front of me. He took both of my hands and started to tie them. We did that already, so I calmed down. It was just a simple knot, but it was useful because it was impossible to untie it when you had both hands in it.
I felt a rubber ball in front of my mouth, and after a little push, I understood that I had to open it. The gag was supposed to avoid closing my mouth and holding moans inside.
He pushed me, and I fell to the bed. He stripped and threw my clothes away. I was just lying on the bed and waiting for him to do something. And I was certain he was thinking about something.
I felt his hands on my thighs. He made me open my legs, and I was uncomfortable for a while, but then he licked my cock, and I moaned. Because it was the first time I had been touched in a long time, and I was extremely sensitive.
He started to suck my balls while he was stroking my dick. He had a deep throat and he used it in the best way possible. I felt like I was already in heaven, but then he started to squeeze my thighs and hips. I was arching my back under his movements. He was so perfect at this, and he knew that. I felt his mouth at my root, and I wanted to hold his head for a little while at this position, but I cannot, and it was such a torture.
He popped his head up to the top and licked my whole length from below, continuing all along my stomach, chest, and neck. He kissed me for a little while on my neck, and I’m sure that he left a few bruises because he was always possessive when he was in charge.
He leaned into my ear and whispered. "Move yourself to the middle, darlin’. I think it’s time to give you a reward because you were such a good boy tonight, and I’m so proud of you, darlin’. You have enough space; don’t worry, I've got you."
I whimpered in answer and moved a bit. He directed me to the best place. I was confused when I lost his touch, but when I heard falling clothes, I realised why he had left the bed. "Turn on your back, darlin’."
He sat over my crotch, and I closed my eyes under the blindfold because of the contact with our warm, sensitive skin. He silently moaned. It was the first sign that he was enjoying this whole thing in the same way as I did. I heard a little pop, and I thought it was lubricant.
But I was obviously wrong because the other thing I can feel is his tight hole that was already prepared against my top, which was already leaking, and it was easier for him to sit down. I could feel his walls gripping me.
He started to move a bit. I thought he would go up and down, but he was just finding the right spot. My breathing was heavy, and he was now a moaning mess because he kept circling around his prostate and was slowly building his cum.
I felt the heat in my body and the persisting pain in my back and chest as he was scratching it. I had my hands knotted to the bed frame, so there was nothing I could possibly do. I was desperate and completely committed to him and everything he decided he wanted to do.
He began to move up and down and fuck himself against my cock. I was moaning because it was the only thing I could do.
He was slowly building the rhythm when he took the blindfold off. I was grateful that there was a comfortable darkness and that the only light in this room was a little lamp next to the door.
He kissed my chest and neck and moaned quietly into my ears. I was curious about his control. He was bouncing up and down, and he was still able to talk like it was nothing.
"I want to see your eyes when you come, darlin’. It’s always such a pleasure to see how you roll your eyes up and how you lose control for a little while. But you don’t have any control tonight, darlin’. And you’re fucking enjoying it. I’m pretty sure about it. Just look at you. You’re moaning through the gag, choking yourself with spit that you cannot swallow because you have a full mouth. You look so gorgeous like that. I think we should do that more, darlin’. What do you say?"
I just slightly nodded, and he kissed my lips over the gag. He grabbed my face and slowed down for a while. Both of us enjoyed the way we kissed and moaned into each other’s lips.
I closed my eyes when he started to move again. It was faster this time. Both of us were really close. I felt as if the rope was digging into my skin every time, I pulled it. My back was arching against his moves. He leaned back and scratched my chest and my nipples. My whole body twisted because I was so sensitive.
He kept the fast rhythm, and I knew that his legs were already hurting, but he wanted to come so much. I helped him by small thrust against his.
One of his hands was on my stomach, and the other one was going up to my neck. At first, I thought that he wanted to hold my cheek, but he surprised me when his hand stopped at my neck and squeezed it.
I choked on air, and he smiled at me and kissed me again. He held my neck in the perfect way. I rolled my eyes up and closed them. I felt warm cum fall onto my stomach, and there were a few slowed thrusts, and I came for the second time tonight.
I felt dizzy and so tired that I barely kept my eyes open. I felt that he sat away, untied my hands, and carefully took off the gag. He reassured himself that I was alright and went out.
He was gone only for a minute, and when he came back, he had a warm, wet towel and started to clean me up. Also, I spotted the glass of water on the nightstand. I tried to reach the glass, but he made me sit at first, and then he held it for me so I could drink.
He took off the bedspread and laid next to me. He also covered me up with a warm blanket and let me cuddle with him. I put my head on his shoulder, and he just patted me on my back, and I slowly started to fall asleep next to him.
"That’s alright, darlin’. You made me so proud today; you did such a great job. You can rest now. I’ll be there when you wake up. Don’t worry, darlin’." He kissed me on my forehead, and it was just the right signal for my brain that I did everything right and I can go to sleep now.
When I woke up, I was still cuddled to his side, he was still next to me, and I heard the sweetest "Good morning, darlin’."