Page 71 of Eternal

“I broke into your office,” I pant out.

“You did. And it’s why you’re being punished. You shouldn’t invade people’s privacy,” Soren says coolly.

I choke out a laugh as a drop hits the top of my stomach, rolling down my rib cage.

“That’s ironic coming from you,” I blurt out.

Soren immediately pauses and leans over me. The candlestick is now closer to my skin, and I can feel the fire burning inches away. He has a dark smile on his face.

“Oh, darling. I was being nice to you.”

And he was because as the wax connects to my skin, it doesn’t harden as quickly as before. I nearly scream at the sensation. The burns it leaves on my stomach, I swear this motherfucker is going to scar me. But I still don’t say my safe word. Somehow I know the pain is going to be worth the pleasure that will follow.

Soren reaches over and teases my nipple, pinching and rolling it in his hand. Another bead of wax hits my skin; the sensation is too much for me. I can feel an orgasm building, and he hasn’t even truly started to touch me. The whole time, he’s studying my face and leans back, bringing the candlestick with him, now hovering over my pussy. He’s at least brought it back to its original height.

“If I touch you right now, Freya. Are you going to be wet like the filthy girl you are?”

I pant, sweat beading at my hairline. A hot wax drip falls onto my pubic bone, and I combust. I start to writhe against the restraints, going into full-blown hysterics. Tears rolled down my red cheeks. Then his hand connects to my pussy, and he dips two fingers into my dripping core. I gasp at the feeling of fullness, knowing that’s what I’ve wanted the whole time. Another drip of wax is about to drop, and the anticipation makes me lose my fucking mind.

“Have you learned your lesson, Freya?” Soren whispers.

“Yes!” I cry out, and tears continue down my face. His face is no longer dark but filled with disappointment.

Instead of the drip landing on me, he brings it to his chest, and the bead connects, rolling down his body. Slowing as it hits his belly button. He grits his teeth, then blows the candle out. Leaving us in the pitch black. Nothing but the sounds of our heavy breathing fills the room. He leans over and flicks on the lamp, filling the room with a soft, romantic light. Soren works to undo my handcuffs. The metal was biting my skin, but not as bad as it was when I was having wax dripping onto my skin. Then he undoes the ankle restraints, and as he turns to walk away completely, I catch his wrist. I can feel his eyes watching me as I look away from him. Need and embarrassment overtake my body, and I lead his hand to my dripping pussy. I don’t want the night to end so soon.

His thumb brushes over my clit, and his fingers plunge into me, pumping in and out a few times. But I’m the one to stop him, as I sink to my knees in front of him, tugging down his boxers.

His breath hitches in the back of his throat as I grip the base of his cock. It’s big enough around that my fingers don’t connect. I look up at him, and I can barely make out the outline of his face as he looks down at me.

My eyes connect with his as they adjust, and I stick my tongue out, licking the tip of his dick, cleaning the precum dripping from his tip. His hand immediately connects to the back of my head. Then I take the plunge, sucking him further in.

He lets out a hiss from above, and his other hand grips my hair too. I pull back, and his hands push me back in, gently pushing for more. I oblige and take him in further, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing up and down on him. This is the second ever blowjob I’ve given. Willingly anyway. I look up at him, and his eyebrows are furrowed together, watching me with pure love and contentment in his eyes.

“Fuck, Freya. You work wonders with your mouth,” He says, his head falling back, allowing himself to fully enjoy it. Then snaps back to me. “Touch yourself. I want to see you touch yourself while I fuck your mouth.”

I hum around him, and he lets out a growl in response. I do as he says, the other hand fondling his balls comes down to tease my clit. Saliva now coating my chin, taking him nearly to his base, but I can’t go any further.

“Relax your throat, and let out a breath before you go further. It makes it easier to deep throat that way.” Soren whispers from above.

I do just that and can take all of him in now. Excitement blossoms in my chest, and I feel pride that my mouth can bring him such pleasure. Soren moans above me, and the grip on my hair tightens.

“Fuck, baby. You’re doing such a good job. It feels so good,” Soren grunts.

I let out a small smile, his words motivating me to go harder. His groans ring in my ears, and I almost can’t handle it. I rub a little more vigorously on my clit, then finger myself the best I can. I want the feeling of fullness back in me. Soren pulls my hair, and I release him with a pop. Looking up at him with confusion, he pulls up on me, signaling for me to stand.

“I had no intention of fucking you tonight. But I can’t resist. You did such a good job. I need to reward you,” Soren whispers against my lips. My body buzzes with desire as Soren pushes me onto the bed. “Ass up in the air, face down.”

I crawl onto the bed, and the wax starts to crack and break off me as I jostle around, getting into position. I still when I’m comfortable, and Soren’s fingers plunge into me. I moan out.

“Let me hear you, my beautiful slut,” His pace quickened as I let more moans out. My eyes roll to the back of my head as his fingers curl, hitting the spot in me that makes me see stars. Then the feeling of emptiness pulls me back to reality. My eyes open, and I look back at him to question why he’s stopped. I untangle myself from him, and flip over on my back and wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him into me. I lift my hips, grinding on his hard cock.

“Please,” I beg, creating friction for us. I want him to just fuck me already.

“Do you want my cock?”

I whimper, nodding my head.

“Use your words.” His hand cups my cheek, his thumb pressing into my bottom lip.

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