Chapter Six
And in the beginning, there was light, and Samantha looked upon the light and saw that it was good. And bestowing the light was fire, and beyond the fire, a hunger, and so Samantha took the fire by its hand and brought it into the dark. And so there was night, illuminated by a consuming shine between them, and Samantha looked at the night and saw that it was good. And she sat down in her chair, the throne which looked upon the fireplace, upon the floor, upon the whole of her creation, and smiled, wide and fierce.
"Am I to sit as well?" Esther asked, her breath containing the patters of nervousness Samantha found enticing.
"You may kneel, Sister Levy," Samantha instructed. She crossed one leg over another, pressing her upright back into the cushions behind her while pointing to Esther's position at her feet. "Before we begin, we ought to speak."
Esther bowed her head, continuing to hold her candle upright as an offering. "As you say, Mistress Deveroux."
"How proper," Samantha purred.
Esther met her eyes, shining an enraptured obeisance. "I find you deserving."
Samantha nodded and latticed her fingers together, then placed them down onto her lap. "So, you have never had this before?"
"Not without a partner backing out less than halfway through. Have you?"
"Not for any notable duration," Samantha replied.
"Then," Esther smiled, "I will be sure to endure."
Samantha watched her, allowing Esther to see her eyes travel across her form. The Sister had worn her white robes tonight, ever Samantha's favorite, and so the former noblewoman studied the curve of her waist and hips, the way her thighs met one another in perfect posture, the straightness of her back, the delicate grip of her fingers upon the candle. And Samantha looked at her with a ravenous delight in her heart.
"I will need to know what you desire," Samantha instructed.
Esther was prepared and held up the candle to her attention. "Please consider this gift an invitation."
"Is that so?" Samantha leaned forward, using the tip of her index finger to tilt the top of the candle back, spilling a dribble of wax onto Esther's hands. Esther closed her eyes and took a long exhale, and Samantha adored the satisfied way her breath left her. When Esther's eyes opened again, they gazed at Samantha longingly. "How very informative," Samantha pursed her lips. "And how am I to ensure I do not harm such a devoted wom-,"
"I want you to harm me-," Esther interrupted.
Samantha continued her sentence, "-man, in such a way that I cause no lasting damage?"
Esther looked down, biting her lip with a sparkle of lust in her hazel eyes. "The robes hide nearly any mark you could make upon my flesh," she whispered.
"Oh, Esther," Samantha placed her chin between her index finger and thumb, lifting it up to meet her stare. "To what limit?"
"I do not have any-,"
Samantha tilted more wax down the candle, letting a larger stream burn upon Esther's hand. The Sister winced, her breath speeding up, but the noise she made was not one of pain. "... to what limit?" Samantha repeated.
Esther took a moment to allow her breath to recover. "I shall tell you when to stop."
"And I wish to trust you to do so," she pursed her lips once more, then lowered them to kiss Esther gently. She was careful to avoid the candle, keeping their heads away from its flame. "I do not wish to harm you from carelessness."
"I won't run away," Esther promised, glimmering with devotion.
"And that's what I'm afraid of," Samantha sighed.
"Then," Esther said after a moment, "I shall call you 'angel' if I find myself blessed by your actions, and 'demon' if I find myself abused."
"Good," Samantha chirped. Satisfied by the agreement, she used her foot to nudge Esther's knees apart, turning her kneeling posture into a squat like she were upon a horse's saddle. She loved the helpless and adoring panic in Esther's eyes, flustered by simply the look of Samantha in this dress. Samantha used her left hand, fingers gripping around the soft skin, to push Esther's neck up and her face toward the sky. Then, with her right hand, Samantha took hold of Esther's, pulling them closer to her body and tipping hot wax down onto Esther's exposed collarbone and cleavage.
Esther gasped, her face contorted from the sudden pain. The wax stung against her chest, tickling down between her breasts before cooling into a hard, white line like a frozen river. The Sister panted, her chest heaving up and down as she worked through the pain, and Samantha let her own breath be slow and calming, guiding her through the experience.
Samantha kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, "And which am I now?"
"Angel," Esther exhaled after a moment.
Delighted, Samantha ripped the candle from Esther's hands and pushed the Sister down, letting her fall out of her position and land with her back upon the floor. Careful to mind where it was placed, Samantha set the candle down to the side, freeing up her hands to untie the belt around Esther's waist, enabling her to pull the robes off of the girl's body. She was enamored to find Esther had worn no undergarments for the occasion. She left behind the veil, enjoying the way it hid her hair and emphasized her face, and began kissing Esther's chest. She gave her only a moment of softness and pleasure before she picked the candle back up, pouring a long trail of wax all the way down from her collarbone to her navel, moving slowly to ensure she felt every drop.
Esther made a sound like she'd jumped into a freezing pool of water. Her yelp only encouraged Samantha, whose eyes glittered to watch Esther's expression of pain turn into one of pleasure as the wax cooled. Samantha kissed her abdomen, following the trail of wax all the way back up to Esther's lips, where she enjoyed the taste of the Sister through the woman's steadying breath.
