I wondered how happy silly my smile was as I slipped off my shoes and he brought me around to the bed. I noticed that he had a single black satin sheet on the bed and that it had a smattering of pink rose petals. I picked one up and twirled it in my fingers, trying my best to look coy.
“I thought you earned a romantic evening after this week’s excitement. I couldn’t have done it without you.” His voice was low and husky, making my skin itch with desire. I started to speak, but he placed a single finger over my lips, gently shushing me.
“Don’t say anything. Just enjoy this.” And then he kissed me. My heart fluttered with his kiss; it was so full of want, of need. His hand slipped around and undid my strapless bra, letting it fall to the floor. He then kissed down my neck again, my hands going to his beautiful hair as he kissed each nipple, making them stand hard and erect, ready for more.
He knelt before me and continued to kiss my br**sts as his hands worked off my lacy panties. A shiver rippled through me as he blew gently on my wet ni**les, letting his kiss marks cool my skin. He stood up slowly, and wrapped a black satin scarf around one wrist and motioned me up onto the bed. He loosely tied the scarf to one of the tall bedposts. It was loose enough that I could touch my face with the tied hand, but firm enough that he would always be in control. I loved it.
I stretched out on the bed, feeling the cool satin slip beneath my skin, the rose petals soft and fragrant. I looked over to see him slowly disrobing. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off slowly, the firelight glancing off his muscles and creating beautiful shadows. His pants slid into a pool on the floor and he stood naked, his erection growing as he looked down on my tied to his bed.
He grinned his predatory grin, and picked up a candle from the nightstand. I raised my eyebrows as he approached with it, unsure what he was doing. He raised the candle high above my stomach and slowly tipped it, letting the wax drip and fall onto my stomach. The hot wax seared across my bellybutton, quickly hardening and the pain subsiding. My spine felt like a rod of molten metal, threatening to consume me with want.
A low chuckle rippled through the dark as he slowly climbed onto the bed and straddled my legs. He let the candle wax build again, and brought it closer to my skin, this time dripping a long line from my bellybutton up to my cle**age. The sudden heat made me squirm with delight, and he put his weight down onto my legs to keep me still. I watched the candle flicker above me as he waited for the wax to pool again, the waiting keeping tension tight within me. That predatory grin flashed as he poured the wax across the tops of my br**sts, the wax splattering and dripping down across my skin; the heat searing through to my core, making me want more.
He set the candle onto the flat space between my ribcage and bellybutton, his hand holding it steady against my skin. With his free hand he slowly pet my vaginal lips, sending little shoots of pleasure at the soft touch. He slowly peeled me open, revealing my cl*t to his eager fingers. He began a simple two finger swirling motion, blood rushing to fill my clit, sensation pouring into me.
I arched my h*ps up into his hand, wanting more but the motion moved the candle and caused it to spill the hot wax onto my sensitive skin. I cried out with pleasure and pain, wanting to rock my h*ps into his hand but fearing the sear of the wax. I could feel the thrum inside me reaching a fever pitch, my body craving release, my core a ball of fire as I approached my release.
“Come for me,” he whispered as I slowly tipped into ecstasy. I couldn’t stop my h*ps from bucking upward, my body writhing with pleasure as my orgasm took me. Wax poured out from the candle, spilling across my abdomen, the heat scorching through me and adding extra sensation to my vibrating body. I screamed with pleasure as my orgasm didn’t stop, the pain pushing me immediately into a second, with no pause between. My lungs gasped for oxygen as pleasure made me forget to breathe, my body quaking with bliss.
As I slowly stopped shaking, and my body returned to me, Mr. King set the candle on the table. I looked up at him, the candle light flickering and making his eyes glow as he slid one knee between my legs, opening me further to his desires. His erection was full and hard, my orgasm obviously turning him on. He took it in his hand and ran it up and down along my pu**y lips, letting my juices cover him before he entered.
He slowly pushed the tip against my opening, and forcefully pushed through the slight resistance to enter me. I moaned softly, pulling my arm against its restraint as he pushed deep into me. My body sang as he filled me completely, and then cried out as he slid back out again. He straddled my leg and continued to push deep into me, pulling out slowly only to fill me totally again. We found a rhythm, him pulsing into me and me rising my h*ps to meet him. I let myself get lost in our rhythmic dance, the soft light making me think I was in heaven.
He slowly pulled out, and moved off my legs, and growled softly to get on my hands and knees. I turned perpendicular to the bed, maneuvering my tied arm into position. I could feel his heat behind me as he slowly penetrated deeply into me. I screamed with pleasure, feeling him skewer me, his hands gripping my hips. He pounded his c**k as hard as he could, and he spanked my ass in the same spot as he had abused the other day. A wordless cry filled the room as a spike of pain seared into my world.
He put a hand on the middle of my shoulder blades and pushed my head down into the bed. I tucked my knees into my chest, my cheek pressed into the slippery satin. I felt his hand leave my back, and instead of feeling him grab a hold of my hip, I instead felt hot wax pour onto my back. My cry was muffled by the mattress as the wax quickly cooled on my hot skin. I could feel it harden and crack as he continued to stuff himself into me.
I could feel his c**k swelling, his pattern becoming erratic as I waited for him to come into me. The slight extra growth increased my pleasure, and the slight grunt and groan as he released, made my body respond in kind. I could feel my pu**y contracting down on his c**k as he released his stream of white into me. I squeezed with all my might, milking his c**k for every drop I could squeeze.
I sighed with loss as he slowly pulled out, both of us satiated and content. He ran his fingers down my spine, somehow still eliciting shivers at his touch. He carefully untied me, his fingers caressing my skin as he removed the satin. I kissed him, drinking him in as deeply as possible. He gave me the smile that he reserved for only me, the one I only saw when we were very alone and he was completely happy. I couldn’t help but feel pure happiness as I looked at him.
He kissed my hand again, and instead of letting go, pulled me gently to the bathroom. I followed him like a happy puppy. He hit several buttons, turning on the massive shower to the settings that I enjoyed; steam filled the room as he pulled me into the water, multiple jets pouring hot water onto us both. I sighed with contentment as he began working the soap into a lather on my body, happy to have the billionaire’s trust.