June lifted her head as the light from the door hit her face. Her lover crossed the threshold to take in the predicament she was in. Rope crossed and bound her beautiful body, dark in contrast with her pale skin. Michael leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, and gently smirked as he pulled away. He wore a button down shirt and a suit, an undone tie draped around his neck. Michael closed the door behind him, hiding his smug expression in a blanket of darkness. June strained to see in the darkness, as Michael was lost in the darkness. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flickering light. She turned her head around to see that a candle had been lit. As her head was turned, another lit behind her. Finally, she could make out a silhouette as several more candles were lit. The smile on Michael's face was illuminated once more in the warm candlelight, only now his suit coat was missing, and he was carefully rolling up the sleeves on his shirt. Before she could speak he joined her on his knees and kissed her, deeply, warmly, like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. Still reeling from the kiss, Michael grabbed hold of the knotwork, and lowered her onto the mattress. He lowered his head, and pressed his warm lips onto her neck, just behind her ear, in that tender spot he knew would make her melt.
Her eyes were closed, but she could feel rough kisses moving down her neck, onto her collarbone, and her body squirmed in response. He kissed and licked down to one of her nipples and gently rolled it between his teeth. With one hand, he massaged her other breast, occasionally pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He brushed his lips over her sensitive skin, and watched it push against ropes harnessing her body.
His hands caressed her stomach as he placed gentle kisses down it, and rested his hands on her legs as he came to face her folds. June strained as he ran a finger up her thigh, close, but not touching that tender spot. Michael laughed as he removed his hand from her thigh. Her face twisted in indignance at his laughter, but before she could respond, he shoved two fingers inside of her, making her gasp. He ran his thumb through her folds as he pushed his fingers in and out of her in slow methodical rhythm. When she started grimacing from the stimulation, he brought his other hand in, and teased her clit with his thumb. She thrashed and bucked her hips into his hands, aching for the same pleasure she was so nervous of.
In a move of complete unfairness, he moved his hands away from her, his fingers slick and sticky with her wetness. He licked his fingers, savoring the taste as the wildness in his eyes grew.
Michael's patience was waning, as he stood up and threw off his pants, not caring to remove his shirt. He knelt down in front of June, so his hips were just above hers. His erection stood throbbing, his breathing and heartbeat heavy as he hovered over her. With newfound strength, he grabbed ahold of her waist and lifted it up, and with small thrusts he teased her entrance with his cock. Both of them were breathing heavier in anticipation, it seemed like an eternity until he pushed into her.
The feeling of her wrapped around him made his mind go blank, and sent him into a frenzy. He pushed farther and farther until he couldn't anymore, completely engulfed by her. He pulled out, just so the tip was still in, and slammed himself forward, burying himself completely in her again. He did it again, and again, faster and faster. He pounded her relentlessly. The sound of his flesh meeting hers filled the room, only rivaled by the sounds of moans and grunts coming from the two. Both were totally lost in ecstasy, minds blank, the only thing that mattered was the earth-shaking feeling between them.
Her legs instinctively wrapped around him, trying to pull him impossibly deep, but the resistance only increased Michael's strength and resolve. Neither could feel the sweat forming on their bodies, nor cared about the damage they were doing to the mattress, she just needed him inside of her, and he needed the same.
June was snapped out of her bliss as Michael's speed increased. He lifted her waist higher, and pounded even harder into her, making her see stars. With an almost animalistic growl he plunged into her as deep as he could, his breath hot. June felt a warmth spread through her groin as Michael came, and released everything he had into her in a tidal wave of passion. She could feel his cock pulsing in her as it squeezed out the last few drops of cum.
Michael pulled back and collapsed, chest heaving, forehead glistening with sweat. He looked over to see a small trail of fluid leaking out of his love. June did the same, laying on her back, recovering from the pounding. She could feel his cum start to leak out of her as her brain function returned. She looked over at Michael, expecting to see a look of satisfaction on his tired face. Instead, she was shocked to see that the wildness in his eyes had grown even more intense, almost like a fire was in them.
He stood up and put his pants back on, but the look on his face told her that he was far from done with her.
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Michael soon proved that this was just the beginning to the night, and that the worst was yet to come. He walked over to June and sat her up, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as he did so. His hands were up to more nefarious schemes however, as he grabbed another rope and bound her hands tightly behind her back, connecting them to the rope around her waist, so she was sure not to move them.
Michael laid her back down, kissing down her body in a way that was almost worship. It was almost enough to distract her from seeing him grab a nearby candle. Her body froze as he brought it near. With his free hand, he cupped her head and kissed her deeply, and with the other hand, tilted the candle ever so slightly, so just a single droplet fell.
The drop of hot wax splashed against June's skin, leaving only slight tingling pain, and hot bliss. He kissed another spot on her chest, and then where he kissed, he poured more wax, this time a larger drop. The heat was more intense, and sat on her skin longer. He kissed her chest, and she gasped when hot wax hit the sensitive skin of her breast. He continued across her chest, fueled by the sound of her gasps and moans and the sight of the wax, slowly hardening on her perfect skin.
He moved to her stomach, and when the wax hit her skin, hot bliss spread from its epicenter, less stinging, but just as intense. Her whole torso was splattered with wax, some cool, some still hot, the temperature difference making her whole body tingle. At least, she thought, that Michael was done with the candle.
June stared at the ceiling, still getting used to the sensation of the wax on her skin, and suddenly felt something cool at the folds of her pussy. Before she could look down, a feeling like lightning shot through her body, and a feeling like buzzing coming from her pelvis. She looked down, only to see Michael, fast on the draw once again, had taped a vibrator up against her clit. Michael smiled and turned it to full intensity, causing her hips to thrash forward.
"Good girl, stay put, I'll be right back."
