Page 121 of Beneath Her Skin

I walk over and kneel against the bed, eye level with a subdued Miles. His body shivers slightly, mostly from exposure, but I silently hope it’s also in fear.

I tap his nose with my finger. “Aren’t you a good boy, all tied up,” I tease.

Miles twitches under his restraints. The rope holds him securely in place, digging into his already sensitive skin. Eyes squint in pain when he realizes that him flopping like a fish won’t help. Once he settles, I allow him a few moments to catch his breath. I snicker, unable to help myself with his predicament. How often was I the one tied up when he looked down on me without a care in the world?

Black eyes dart towards me, fury eclipsing the once brown eyes I used to adore.

I pat him on the head before retreating back to my table.

“Yes, yes. How dare I treat you this way? Mary, your little subservient wife who worships at your feet.”

Returning, I add a secondary rope to the center of the bed. I don’t want any doubts of his escape while I have my fun.

I tighten the rope strapped across Miles’ midsection and he grunts from the pressure. Gliding my fingers over his bare back, I walk around him, admiring my work, dragging my feet to relish this moment.

Miles’ ass is propped up against the bolster, knees pinned against the mattress and arms splayed to the sides. I smack his ass as I pass and he yelps like a scared puppy.

My core warms in excitement of what I have planned for him.

Kneeling when I reach his face, I lock eyes with him.

The ball gag jammed in his gullet is covered with saliva. The corners of his mouth bubble with spit as he tries to work his mouth away from the contraption. His eyes are bloodshot from overexerting himself. The little capillaries haze the whites of his eyes with pink, muting his dark expression.

“I am Mary, descendant of the forgotten. The whore of retribution. And I will make you pay tenfold for the vile disrespect you put on our marriage, my life, and my sanity. You may think that you won with your stash of money that was made from my body and your access to the good ol’ boys club from your disgrace of a business deal, but you crossed a fucking line when you took my choice away from me. So now…” I pause, trying to contain the laughter bubbling up.

A building frenzy is threatening to explode before the party even starts. I turn to not give away my excitement and snatch one of the nearby candles.

“Now I’m going to fuck you the same way you fucked me. So get comfortable, sweetheart. Now it’s your body, my choice. This is going to be a long night.”

Dripping wax covers my hand from the brisk motion, but the pain from the heat doesn’t even register. I’m sinking into my own black abyss and I welcome it with open arms.

Miles twitches against the bed, huffs of air escaping his nose and he tries to silently scream against the ball gag. I made sure to buy a larger one, so that if he tried to push the ball gag out, he’d rip his lips in the process. And no one wants to be Joker’d by a ball gag. How embarrassing would that story be?

I place my hand on his lower back. Miles stills. Anticipation zings through the air, electrifying the space. I rub circles on his skin, resulting in goosebumps from earlier. I lean back to take a peek at his backside and notice he’s sporting a half chub. Seriously? This is getting him off. Well, we’ll just have to fix that.

I scoff and dump the candle wax onto his ass without warning.

Miles screams again, this time whimpering at the end. His body bucks forward, trying to escape from the burning liquid. I clamp my hand down on his ass, carefully spreading the meat open for a full view of his asshole.

“Oops,” I chime, pouring more hot wax directly onto his perking rim.

The wax slides slowly, ever so slowly down his ass crack. Stray drops slip between his pubic hair.His asshole isn’t nearly as pretty as mine is, I joke to myself as I allow the candle to keep burning, more wax covering my desired area.

Miles continues to scream and squirm under my grasp. I let him. Allow him to feel even an ounce of hope that this might not be the end for him and he can escape. He can’t, but only I know that.

I slip a finger through the wax, lubing it up on all sides.

“Did you know that you can buy candles that also double as lube?” I ask no one in particular. “It’s a great way to mix pleasure and pain. Something I’m sure you know all about.”

Miles stills, his fight diminishing.

“Ah, now it’s all clicking, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

I drag my lubed finger down his ass crack, encompassing his asshole.

A soft moan escapes Miles, his head sinking into the bed from the sensation.

And, because I’m a petty bitch, I wait until his cock is fully erect before jabbing my finger directly into his tight ring without warning.

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