Slave To Her Wicked Desires by Anita Lawless Read Free Book Online Page B

penetrating her very flesh with his heated gaze, so it seemed.
    He knelt at her feet like some dark god and waved the candle flame beneath her nipples. She could barely feel the touch of the heat and she tugged against her restraints, trying to get closer to the blazing wick.
    He laughed low and squeezed one ample, thrusting mound, kneading it hard in his hand until the welts stung pleasantly and Rachael thought her skin might split with the force. Damn, how she longed to cry out her enjoyment, but she would behave—be good. She wanted Eric’s satisfaction as much, more, so much more, than her own.
    “Eager, are you?” He tilted his head and let a plume of blue smoke leave his full lips. Teasingly, he moved the flame beneath her breasts—so close yet so far—again. “But you are being a naughty girl, Rachael. I told you not to show any signs of satisfaction until I instructed you otherwise, did I not?”
    She swallowed and closed her eyes, freezing in her current pose, careful not to give away anymore of her pleasure lest he take it away.
    “Good girl.” He could see her strain to remain still and smiled his pleasure at her effort. He brought the burning wick closer to her nipple and Rachael felt the welcome lick of the intense heat on her left nipple.
    Tensing her jaw, wetness flooded her pussy at the touch of the searing flame, and disappointment when Eric pulled it away before it could burn her too severely. Thankfully, he was in control. Her line between desire and pain was thin at times, and she got so lost in the pleasure and the rush that she often didn’t feel anything but the flood of amazing sensation zinging through her brain.
    The heat greeted her right breast and she closed her eyes, concentrating hard on self-restraint. Eric caressed her nipple with the flame for but a second, and then swirled the fire around her breast in searing circles. She could smell the slightest aroma of burning flesh—faint, and she would not blister much. Rachael thought she might orgasm right there. She grit her teeth as a small climax built and broke within her.
    She opened her eyes and gasped when his hot tongue laved her tender breasts. The wet heat made the minor burns from the flame’s caress and the welts from the whip scream and zing with sensation. It raced straight to Rachael’s brain and she clenched her hands into tight fists to avoid screaming. She was in true ecstasy, and as another tiny orgasm rippled through her, Eric moaned his delight. The master was pleased. She smiled.
    She’d found a center of control within herself—a place where she could command her audible cries of pleasure and discipline herself so that satisfaction did not show outwardly. Until the cool steel of the pliers gripped her nipple and pinched hard.
    “Ahhh.” Her head rocked back and Rachael’s ample breasts brushed over Eric’s rock hard crotch. Instantly, she regretted her outburst, her disobedience. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him when the cold metal teeth left her sensitive skin.
    He waved the pliers in front of her face and smiled coolly. Then his face grew tense, serious. Eric dropped to his haunches in front of her and ran the cold handle of the tool down her cheek. He trailed it down her neck and between her breasts, swirling the blunt tips over her nipples and under her tits, teasing her. He watched her face with stern concentration for any signs of reaction.
    With the pliers, he moved lower, down her stomach and then between her legs, nudging open her wet slit with the cold metal and rubbing the blunted nose of the tool up and down.
    “That’s better. Good girl.”
    He held her eyes but did not smile his approval. Rachael had control over herself again and she would not falter this time. She would please him and thus please herself.
    Eric moved the metal back up to her left nipple and let the nose of the pliers hover there, almost tickling the sensitized flesh. The torture was incredible, but she would not cry