She awoke to darkness, a rich blackness that covered her, embracing but not smothering. With no sight, her other senses were wide awake and straining. Her back was flat now, her breasts naked but moist with sweat in the cool air. She could feel her wrists, cuffed and bound again but apart this time, spreading her shoulders. Her thighs were parted, ankles bound tightly to stirrups cradling her heels. The four corners of her body were restrained, but her core felt free to move. Although she could not see Him, she felt his presence in the dark. Knowing he was there, she sensed the heat rising between her thighs. She could not see Him, but knew he was close. She smelled His musky scent mingled with her own and could hear His breath, slow and steady. And there was something else - as her own chest rose with each breath, she felt small points of contact, two or three on each breast, several along her belly. Something had been placed on her flesh, something that He would use to show her that she was His.
A sudden light, piercing and bright, her eyes were blinded. The acrid stench of sulfur in her nose, the light fading and approaching her right nipple. She knew the match, waited as it drew closer. She felt the heat on her skin, and bit her lip against the scream welling in her throat. Then it died in the light from the small candle now glowing beside her nipple. Two more on her right breast, and then two on her left mound. Five points of light, surrounding her nipples, brightness giving her a soft light to see His face gazing down at His new prize.
"Are you comfortable?" A soft murmur gave her assent, to be met with his chuckle. "That will soon change. But for now, an appetizer."
His shaft along her cheek made her head turn and tongue dart. She wanted to taste Him, to show Him her need to serve and please. Instead her cheek was burned by His slap. She gasped, feeling the heat build under the marks.
"You are eager, little one. Be patient and you will be rewarded."
He traced the contours of her face with the head of his cock. Slowly, it moved along her temples to her cheeks, a trace of wetness telling her of His arousal. One light stripe on each side. Then dragging slowly across her eyes, unable to clearly see that part of her desire in the dim candle light but staring after it, wanting and hungering. To the tip of her nose, and feeling his sack and balls on the crown of her head. She could take it no longer and rocked her head back, trying to inhale his shaft. He moved back, His hand over her mouth and pressing down.
"Still anxious? You must learn patience."
His hand stayed there. She held her breath, thinking He would release her any moment. As the moments stretched out to seconds, then what seemed like minutes, her mind raced, fear looming large. With a laugh, He lifted His hand and she sucked life back in. And found she could do nothing to react to the burn of hot wax on her nipples and running down the curve of her bosom, from the candles now half melted there. She began to feel the heat from them, the small metal dishes warming as the wax melted and burned, points of heat on her tender flesh. Turning her face to the side, she saw her desire before her.
"Now. Take and eat."
Her lips parting, His shaft passed in down her open throat. Using her lips and tongue and cheeks, she tried to focus on pleasing Him and ignore the growing heat on her nipples.
"If you do well, you will not be burned. If you are lazy, you shall pay the price."
Redoubling her efforts, she moved her head along the length of his cock, her lips and tongue teasing around the head and along his shaft, now wet with saliva and the drippings of his arousal. She could taste it, wanted more, her guttural moans expressing both her need and fear. One light dimmed, and she felt a ring of cold around the heat of her right nipple. The light went out and the flesh pulled into the small glass inverted over the candle, tipping the candle and pooling the hot wax against the glass and concentrating the heat. Her cupped nipple burned and pointed hard, retained within the glass cage. Now the left, and her mouth continued to work as the cupping flooded the nipple with molten wax. She could feel Him growing in her mouth, knew that she was close to her goal, reached for Him and drew Him deep into her throat, her lips in the hair of His belly and along the top of His sack. Her dancing tongue was rewarded with the first spurt of His cum, then her mouth and throat filled with His sweet nectar, flowing and rolling in her cheeks, drinking Him as the remaining lights flickered out and the searing heat mapped the landscape of her breasts. In the darkness again, licking her lips now empty of His cock, she knew she would do whatever he asked of her body, that she would offer all she was for Him. Her belly was full and her thirst sated.
She felt no heat, but was not surprised by the flaring of the next match, lighting the trail of candles that led along her belly to the small semi-circle around her mound. Now she saw the bubbles of skin drawn into the glasses on her breasts, held by the vaccum formed from the death of the flames there.
