Dribbling Wax #BDSM #WaxPlay #D/s #WidowWagon #SpankingRomance #EroticRomance 4


Welcome back WIP It Up Wednesday fans!   I’m continuing with Angus and Clara’s story today.  When we left off last week Clara was standing “in the corner” facing the wall of the tent.  Angus had just walked in.   Let’s see what happens this week 🙂

 

She stole a glance over her shoulder in his direction. He barked, “Eyes forward until I say.”
Her head snapped back, her feet shuffling, rubbing her thighs together.  He smiled, her clit must be throbbing, that little rub of the thighs giving is a bit of relief—for a few seconds.  As suspected, the corner had primed her for what he had planned.  He folded a blanket in front of the chair he’d placed at a safe distance from the table.  Everything seemed to be in place.
He sat down, rolling up the sleeves of his white work shirt.  “Clara, come here.”
She pivoted and halted for just a moment, not taking her eyes off his hands working on the sleeves. That lip came between her teeth, finally she stood in front of him uncertain what to do with her hands, obviously struggling to keep them away from her quim.  She knew covering herself was a no-no in his book.
“Hands on your head.”
She obediently laced them behind her head, the act alone causing her to stand straighter with her chest out.  Her breasts took a prominent position, placed perfectly for his mouth.  He leaned forward squeezing and plumping the one, while pulling on the nipple of the other, capturing it,  suckling until her gasp above him forced his eyes open.  She stared intently, her thighs trembling.  He abandoned the one breast moving his hand to cup her sex.  The damp, curls of her sex left a wet sticky trail on his palm, he stroked her grinding his upper palm on her clit, in conjunction with sucking her nipple painfully hard.
“Oh, Angus!”  Her head lolled back, her mouth opening.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed.  Angus moved his hand back up her sex, letting his middle finger slide between her slick lips, tapping her clit lightly.  Her hips thrust violently, while he let her breast slip out of his mouth but not before he teased the tip, scissoring it with his front teeth.  She gasped again when his finger slid along her silky skin, slipping two fingers into her pumping her quim. His thumb tap danced on her clit, his other hand reached around cupping her ass, running his finger between her adorable cheeks, he stuck a finger into her back hole, and she stiffened shouting with her release, constricting around him, her release sent a flood of nectar sliding down his hand resting upon his palm.  Her little puckered hole tightened on his finger, both holes milking him.
He wondered if he’d be able to hold his own release back, watching her fly apart, her body quaking with the residual tremors. His cock felt strangled under the restraint of his clothing.
During her fall over the cliff, her hands came loose from her head and she had clawed him, his shoulders screaming in pain, blood dripping under his shirt.  That’d be a stain he’d order her to leave alone, it’d be a medal of honor in his book, a remembrance stone of sorts of this night.
He released his fingers from her body, wiping them on her buttocks, her sigh at the loss making him smile.  “Lie down on this blanket, girl.  On your back.”
She blinked at him. “I’m not getting spanked?”
“No.  I just wanted you to be ready and primed, standing in the corner does that for you.”  He winked at her.
“Angus! I was worried.”  She frowned at him.
“Well, I’m always happy to oblige.  If you really want one, or you keep up with this little attitude you’re working up to, I can always give you a good spanking.”
“No-no, that’s okay.  I’m all right, really.”  She brightened, smiling at him sweetly, she got on her hands and knees, lying on her back on the blanket,  looking up at him expectantly.  He leaned forward pulling her hair up off her shoulders, fanning it above her.
“Arms above your head, close your eyes.”   The pulse in her neck quickened.  “You’re safe, Clara.  I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
He picked up a long, white tapered candle in each hand, the paraffin wax had pooled at the top.  He kept the candles three to four feet above her body, dribbling the wax slowly onto her nipples.  Gasping, her eyes fluttered open, making eye contact with him, he smiled back warmly, reassuring her—he hoped.
Smiling back, her eyes closed softly.  Good girl.
We’ll continue with this scene next week.  Don’t forget to click on the links below to visit the other authors’ blogs!

 


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