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Taking Her Away

He fastened the gag in place, the ring pulling her mouth open, and kissed her on the forehead. Then the went over to the box and cane back with a squat red candle. He lit the candle, then ran the match over the bottom of it for a few seconds.

Then he pressed it to her tit. The cdndle's melted, gooey base mushed over her nipple and stuck, holding the candle in place. Hot wax began to dribble down the candle over her breasts as he reached into the box for another.
 
She whimpered as he fastened the gag, moving her jaw uncomfortably. Her eyes followed him as he went over to the box, watching intently to see what he would get. At first, she was confused as to why he had a candle, but it suddenly made sense.

She groaned in pain as he pushed it down onto her, the hot wax burning her skin. Her eyes filled with tears, but she tried her best to try and keep them in. She knew it was only going to get worse, and she didn't want to show her weakness already.
 
He placed a second candle on her other nipple, then just as she expected he placed a third, a blob of gooey, sticky wak still bubbling from the heat right on her clitiris. He stood back to admire his work, letting the hot wax dribble down over her breasts and thighs and pussy.
 
The second candle was just as painful as the first, but the two of them combined didn't even compare to the pain caused by the third candle. As soon as she saw him approaching with it, she began to squirm, whimpering as her eyes looked into his, giving him a pleading look.

She let out a painful, muffled cry as he pushed the candle onto her, her sensitive clit throbbing from the hot wax. A few tears began to run down her cheeks, shaky breaths escaping her lips as she tried to calm herself.
 
"Oh it's not that bad," he said, lovingly striking the tears from her cheeks. "The wax will cool in a second and it won't hurt at all. Well, the newly melted wax will sting, but that's not so bad. Of course if I leave them there long enough they'll burn all the way down to your skin. And that WILL hurt. But I don't think I'm I'm the mood for that."

He walked around behind her and pulled her head back, his cock bobbing just in front of her mouth.

"Now then slave," he said. "What are you gonna do to KEEP me in a good mood?"
 
She tried to find comfort in his touch, but at that moment, she couldn't. She knew that once this was all over, she would be just as pleased with him as she always was, but for now, he was the one who had done this to her, and she wanted him to leave her alone.

Her tears began to subside as the pain now left her skin feeling numb. Every now and then, the newly melted wax would cause a stinging sensation on her skin, but after a few seconds, it would harden and grow numb again.

Looking up at him with teary eyes, she tried to push her head forward, wanting his cock in her mouth. It wasn't so much that she wanted it, but if this was him in a good mood, she didn't want to see bad, and she was prepared to do whatever it would take to keep him pleased.
 
He lowered his cock down to her face slowly, letting her work it with her mouth, until he was in a position to let her have his full length. She didn't realize what he had planned yet, what he had set up woth this....but he could wait a few more minutes. For now he let her work her mouth on his cock in an effort to please him.
 
It was somewhat difficult with the gag in her mouth, but once his cock was pushed all the way in, it was easier for her to suck him. She kept her throat relaxed so she wouldn't gag, but it had definitely gotten easier for her over time to take his full length inside.

Strangely, having his cock in her mouth helped her calm down significantly. It was something that she was used to, and it helped ease her nerves. She had almost forgotten about the pain from the wax, eagerly working his cock, using her tongue to pay extra attention to the head, licking up every drop of precum.
 
He watched her body loosen and relax as she swallowed his cock through the ring gag.

That was...that was amazing. Almost as good as her tongue. To actually calm down while being tortured by worshiping his cock? The level of submission, of subservience that implied...

It made him moan slightly. He was, he realized, a lucky man. He wondered if she considered herself a luck woman...or an unlucky one?

After a few minutes he pulled his shaft from her throat and walked around her, fingers tracing the dried wax on her skin as he moved between her legs. He mounted her, careful to push the candle's flame out of the way, and shoved his co k inside of her, so they're connected bodies formed a letter L.

He started to fuck her. Hard.

Making her tits jiggle and her pussy shake...and all the freshly heated wax from the tops of the candles fly everywhere, splattering on his chest and all over her sensitive skin.
 
His moan encouraged her, and she continued to suck, the more attention she gave to him the more she seemed to calm down.

All too soon, he pulled away. She looked up at him, a needing look in her eyes. She didn't care in what way, but she had to have him. As long as he was with her, she knew everything would be ok, now matter how much pain he put her through.

She moaned loudly as he pushed into her, feeling a combination of both pain and pleasure. Of course, she loved it as he began to fuck her, but with as hard as he was going, it almost made it painful. To add to it, the wax was going all over the place, landing on her already sore skin, causing more painful groans to escape her lips.

Strangely enough, despite the pain, she still loved it. The pain almost made the pleasure that much better, intensifying it. She continued to moan and whimper from the feelings he was causing her to experience, feeling much different than she ever had before.
 
He fucked her until me came. It took a while.

Her moans and screams filled the air, drowning out the soft shlikt shlikt shlikt of his fucking her, his thick cock sliding in and out getting covered with her juices and wax, her soft lips swallowing him over and over. Finally it was too much and he came inside her, spurting hours of hot cum deep into her body. He stood back and admired his work.

The candles were getting low. Low enough she could probably feel the flame though the bottom of them. It was time to take them off before they burned her.

He leaned down and put his face next to her well-fucked pussy.

"Like blowing out candles on a birthday cake," he grinned, blowing put the one on her clit.
 
Even through the pain, she had managed to cum twice before him, a third orgasm washing over her as he filled her pussy with his warm cum.

As he pulled out, she laid still, shaking slightly. Her body was worn out and now that he was no longer fucking her, it was easier for her to focus more attention on the pain that the candles were causing her. She took deep, slow breaths as he started to blow out the candles.
 
Once the candles were blown out he started to gently peel the wax off of her skin; it tugged, but mostly not painfully. It only hurt in places where she had especially long hair; a little around her pussy, for the most part. He kissed her softly.

"Now wasn't that fun?" he smiled.
 
She was able to relax a little as he blew the candles out, the rest of the wax hardening and no longer burning her skin. She whimpered as he pulled it off, but it was much more bearable than what she had felt before.

His kiss seemed to relax her even more. She looked up at him, her need for him showing in her eyes. She desperately wanted to feel his touch, wanted to be in his arms.

"Yes master." she said quietly, worn out from the night's events.
 
He undid her bonds and lead her upstairs, bringing her upstairs. He was almost as tired as she was, although he was still riding the adrenaline surge of fucking her. He could feel himself crashing though; sleep would come soon. He pulled her into his arms when they reached the bedroom and pulling her into yet another deep kiss. He loved the feel of herbenvolped by him, crushed against him in his arms.
 
She clung to him as they went upstairs, not wanting to let go. Despite everything he had just done, he still made her feel perfect. Not just that, but he made her feel loved. At that point, she was willing to do just about anything for him because she knew that no matter what happened, he would be there for her.

Sighing contently as he pulled her into his arms, she gladly returned his kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her, she began to grind against him slowly, moaning softly against his mouth.
 
He drawled her to the bed and laid her down.

"God you're an insatiable little slut," he laughed, kissing her again. "And don't think I don't love you for it. And I have work in the morning. And I promise you slave; so do you. Don't think you'll be sitting around idle while I'm out working."
 
She was tired, there was no denying that, but she still wanted him. Even after everything they had just done, she still wanted to feel him inside of her one last time for the night.

"Please master?" she asked softly, kissing his cheek lightly as her hands moved down to rub his cock, her hand wrapping around it and stroking it slowly, her thumb brushing over the tip.
 
She looked up at him, biting her lip slightly as she waited for his answer. The look in her eyes would show him that she could never get enough.

She couldn't help but smile as he moved over top of her, her hands moving from his cock to his chest. A soft moan escaped her lips as he slid himself inside of her. No matter how many times he fucked her, it still felt amazing.

Slowly, she began to move her hips against his, feeling his balls against her ass as he pushed himself deep inside of her.
 
He fucked them both to one more orgasm, less explosive this time. They held each other and shuddered out their ecstasy together. When that was done, he lay beside her, holding her.

"No more," he ordered. " You can wait till morning. Be a good slave and get some sleep."
 
It didn't take long for her to cum, moaning in pleasure as they orgasmed together. She laid contently in his arms, satisfied for the night.

"Thank you master." she said sweetly, kissing his cheek before settling into his arms. After everything they had done that night, it didn't take long at all for her to fall into a deep sleep.
 
Jayde hated getting up in the morning, and in her opinion, it was far to early when Mr. Harris shook her awake. She groaned, turning away from him, still half asleep. "Leave me alone." she mumbled, pulling the covers around her tightly.
 
"Slave," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Now I'm sure you didn't just mistake me for the pussy you married like my orders can be disobeyed. I'm sure you're joking. Because if I thought you were defying your Master, I would be forced to punish you. And this could be such a pleasant morning.
 
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