chapter 4

and push her onto the floor so that she's lying on her side, helpless as she can't even balance herself

due to the bonds.

While she is distracted I kneel down and pull on her bonds until the heel of her lower leg is touching

her ass and her upper knee is at her chest, leaving her completely open for me.

The sensation of her pussy clamping down on my cock as I thrust into her is heavenly, and I groan as I

sheath myself fully inside of her. Bella gasps at the intrusion, the whole motion forcing the crotch

rope to press even harder into her. I also feel it chafing against the sides of my cock, a sensation I’m

glad of as it allows me to hold back a little longer.

I try to hold back but I simply can't, seeing her writhe under me just makes me want to come let go. I

grab the ropes keeping her restrained for leverage as I start fucking her, hard enough to push and pull

her along the floor. Bella pants and thrashes under me, her eyes half closed. They go wide as I shift

my weight and lean over her, my weight on my fists next to her head.

I stare deep into those wonderful pools of lust as I increase my speed, pumping into her without

holding back anymore. Her high moans and cries urge me on further, and I'm in heaven. I'm lost in her

eyes as I finally come deep inside of her.

Strength leaves me and I roll off her before I can sag onto her, which I try to avoid at all costs as she's

halfway lying on her strained and bound arms already. I'm lucky not to have knocked over one of the

candles, and hastily blow it out before anything else can happen.

Bella is still panting hard next to me as I catch my breath, a look of conflict on her face as she nibbles

on her lip. Smirking, I gather her close so that she's half lying on me, her back and arms pressed

against my chest and side. She can’t see my face as I softly kiss her neck, making her shiver while her

groan sounds treacherously frustrated.

“Do you want to come again?” I ask her, teasing her with my tongue licking over the shell of her ear.

“Please!” she pants in answer, her need clear in her voice.

“Oh I don't know if I should let you come. You're such a greedy girl sometimes.”

She's silent for a moment, either gathering her wits or cursing me in her thoughts. Probably both. I

don't really care, as long as her response remains the same. Seconds tick by, until I hear her sigh

nearly inaudibly.

“Please, Master, make me come again?”

I’m still not done teasing her, but can't resist reaching for her breast and idly picking at the wax on the

now slightly cooler flesh. Bella hisses, telling me that I’ve kept the bonds on her long enough to

oversensitize the bound areas, mainly her tits.

“Only if you beg me nicely.”. Again she sighs, and I smirk as I slap her breast, hard. Her breath catches in her throat, and this time it

is real pain that mars her face for a second.

She should know better than to sigh in exasperation where I can hear it.

“Sir, please, may I come again? I'm so wound up and horny from the light burn of the wax, and from

you fucking me, please, make me come?

Please?”

I smile down at her as I rearrange her body again until I'm more or less sitting with her lying in my

arms. Reaching down so I can rub her clit through the crotch rope, I idly pinch her nipple with the

other. Bella arches her back, looking nearly content for a moment as I resume masturbating her – until

I slap her breast again, not quite as hard, but hard enough to hurt.

She cranes her head so she can look up into my face, and I smirk at her as I hit her bound tit again.

Her groan speaks of her discomfort, but I can tell that her body is responding already. By now most of

the wax has peeled off her tortured tit, so I switch sides, slapping the other one until the wax is gone

from there, too.

“Please -” she whispers, making me stop and look into her face again.

I raise my brows, telling her silently to go on. Her eyes are wide once more, urging me on.

“Please don't stop. Please don't stop!”

I grin, but of course don't follow her begging. Instead I push her forward into a sitting position so that

I can undo the bonds around her arms, also those keeping her wrists connected. She looks at me with

surprise when I pull her back against me, grabbing her breasts in both hands while my fingers worry

her nipples.

“I want you to make yourself come, my little minx. Rub yourself until you come.”

A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she nods and reaches between her legs, her other hand idle

on her bound thigh.

“Thank you -” she starts to say, but my tongue plunging into her mouth makes it impossible for her to

finish the sentence. She relaxes into me, but only for a second, until I start running my short nails all

over her tits. Small whimpers escape between our lips, and before long I feel her shudder all over as

her climax is approaching.

She's trying to ask for permission to come, but I simply won't let her. I'm wondering how long she

will hold out – or will she just come without permission?

But my girl knows better than that, her needy mewls get louder and louder, but she's all tensed up with

the effort to stop herself from coming. A minute passes, two, in which I just revel in the sense of

power I have over her. It's really just a small thing, but the fact alone that she’s fighting her need to orgasm just because I won't tell her that she can is giving me a kick that goes beyond the physical

sensation of coming deep inside of her. She's doing this for me, and me alone.

I take pity on her then and withdraw long enough to pant, “Come for me!” before my lips crash down

on hers again, devouring her. At the same time, I grab her breasts hard and squeeze them until I feel

her body going slack in the throes of passion.

While she is still shaking with the aftermath of her release I stroke her tits softly, and watch the light

cast by the candles flicker over her reddened flesh. She nuzzles into the crook of my neck, her breath

still fast and hot on my skin, and we stay like that for a while. I smile down at her beautiful body

before I start untying her, working slowly to give her limbs time to resume a more comfortable

position. Bella only moans when the blood comes rushing back into her breasts, the rope marks vivid

against her skin even when the previously bound flesh has resumed its normal color again.

She smiles tiredly when I gather her even closer to me, and with my free hand I reach to douse the rest

of the candles. For a moment we're in the dark before my eyes adjust, the moonlight streaming in

through the skylights. I'm still not used to my playroom having a flat ceiling, but at least that element

has remained the same.

Bella sighs contently as I get up with her in my arms and carry her across the hall into our bathroom

where I set her onto her own feet again in the shower. We remain in the near darkness, just bathed in

silver moon light, as we shower, kissing and touching each other lovingly while we take care of the

residues of our evening entertainment.

A while later we lie snuggled against one another in our huge bed, Bella idly playing with the soft

spattering of hair of what she calls my 'happy trail'.

I'm exhausted and about to drift off, but she has other intentions.

“You know, the wax was a lot less painful than I thought.” I don't even crack my eyes open, just

answer her with a mumble that hopefully conveys just how tired I am.

“Told you so.”

“I know,” she sighs emphatically, sounding unnervingly awake. “I just thought it would be worse, you

know? On my pussy at least.” Her fingers skim up my body until she circles my nipple playfully,

evidently still not ready to call it a night. Bella touching me playfully usually means she wants more. I

try to evade that terrible fate of having to make love to my beautiful fiancée by turning onto my side

and drawing her along until I'm spooning her with my body. She just sees that as an invitation and

starts rubbing her ass against my crotch, and of course my traitorous cock never sleeps.

I groan and try to pull my hips away from her, but she turns in my arms, and seconds later I find

myself on my back, Bella straddling me.

“Do you really think you can get me that worked up and leave it at that three minutes of an excuse for

fucking?” she taunts me as she grabs my cock and slides it between her pussy lips, teasing her clit