Part 21 (2/2)

Finally Jude danced his fingers up to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He reached under her bikini and stroked the bottom of her globes. He moved to the sides and reached in to squeeze and mold both swollen globes with his hands, covering her nipples. Next he started from above, rubbing the substance into the tops of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s until he'd pushed the sc.r.a.p of material out of the way.

She gasped the moment her nipples felt the whoosh of air. With the cups of the bikini pressed under her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, they were lifted, exposed. They felt enormous under his administration.

”So s.e.xy, baby.” He pinched her nipples and rubbed them with the tips of his fingers. And then his hands disappeared and something cool and narrow landed between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Her breath caught instantly, thinking it was a knife. She'd never done anything with knife play. And then there was a noise. A snip. Scissors. He cut the center of the bikini and it fell to either side.

Jude pulled the bikini from under her, leaving her b.r.e.a.s.t.s exposed.

Jude trailed the scissors down her body until he reached the G-string. Two quick snips and the only level of protection remaining fell away. He pulled it from between her b.u.t.t cheeks and she lifted the tiny bit she could.

It might have appeared she was helping him rid her of the thong. But in truth she was so h.o.r.n.y she was pleading with her hips.

Jude grazed her skin again, reverently, his touch the perfect amount of pressure. ”So beautiful. I love every inch of your skin. You're like a blank canvas waiting for an artist.”

So paint. That was it.

Jude didn't rush to elaborate. Instead he ma.s.saged her thighs at the apex, being sure to pull her s.e.x open repeatedly.

Everyone is watching. She squirmed.

”I need you very still, baby. Do you want me to strap your waist?”

G.o.d no. She gulped. ”No, Sir.”

”If you flinch, I'll secure you further. Understood?”

”Yes, Sir.”

”I don't want you injured.”

Injured? From paint? Not paint then...

Again he squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, molding them and pinching her nipples over and over. Just as fast, his hands were gone and her p.u.s.s.y was exposed again, the lips pulled apart as he worked the lotion, or whatever it was, into her s.e.x. He didn't miss anything. Her c.l.i.t and p.u.s.s.y ached for more contact by the time he was done. She knew her nub was exposed, the hood having drawn back on its own. It was always the case when she was this aroused.

Jude stepped back. She could feel his retreat. His scent, the one distinctly Jude, wafted from farther away.

Lori breathed through her nose, hoping to pick up more of whatever he had in mind.

”I have a treat for you, baby. Something new.”

No s.h.i.+t. She wanted to chuckle but it wasn't funny. He was serious. And she should be too. Who knew what he'd planned? Oh right. Everyone but her.

She gripped at nothing with her p.u.s.s.y. Unlike normally, she really wished he'd put something inside her. She needed the contact. Fingers... A vibrator... h.e.l.l, anything.

The stirring sound started again.

Shuffling as Jude approached. He set a palm on her stomach and held her steady. Something hot hit her above the belly b.u.t.ton and she jerked. What the h.e.l.l?

Whatever it was, it ran down into her belly b.u.t.ton. She clinched her b.u.t.t cheeks.

Again. Same sensation slightly to the left of the first drip of whatever. Her belly b.u.t.ton filled again, but it felt different, as though whatever landed on her the first time was still there.

The next drip landed next to her nipple. It was hot. Lori gasped and bucked her chest.

”Steady, baby. Remember what I told you.”

She didn't think she could honor this particular request. Not with the torture of the unknown... Wax... She knew it between one heartbeat and the next. Hot wax.

Another drop landed on her other breast and trailed down the outside of the globe.

Lori moaned. It was the most erotic scene she'd ever done. h.e.l.l, even watching wax play had gotten her off in the past. Not many people did it. It was a very specific science. Not to be fooled around with if one wasn't extremely educated and careful.

She didn't doubt for a moment Jude had made himself an expert before strapping her to this table. In fact, her ears burned for a moment, picturing him doing this to another woman. Had he been with others while he'd been away from her? She hadn't thought much about that before.

Jude circled her nipple with one finger and then grabbed the tender bud to pinch it harder than he had earlier. When he released it, he let the next stream of wax land on the tip. Lori screamed, not in pain, but because she almost came at the contact.

She panted and gritted her teeth. She'd never last a minute under this erotic torture.

”You okay, baby?” he asked.

She opened her stiff mouth. ”Yes, Sir. But I'm going to come, Sir.”

He chuckled deep and low. ”Already? You're more sensitive to this than I expected. I'm just getting started, baby.”

She wasn't amused.

She a.s.sumed he'd treat her other nipple to the same experience as the first, but instead he removed his hands from her skin.

”Just feel. You have permission to come. In fact, get it out of the way. You're going to be here a while, and everyone would love to see you fall apart so they can move on with their evening.”

Lori cringed. Jude knew just what to say to keep her guessing. Right. I have an audience. He's going to make me come for them, more than once.

Wax landed on her belly again and dripped down her side. In quick succession a stream hit her thigh, her navel, and then her other nipple.

”Be right back. I'm going to grab another strap.”

Lori stiffened. He was going to restrain her more.

Something landed on her waist between her belly b.u.t.ton and her hips. Jude cinched it tight. Two seconds later a hot drip landed on her hip and ran toward her p.u.s.s.y. She bit back a moan.

The other hip was treated the same. The wax cooled as it ran down her skin, but the effects of each new placement were maddening. Heighted by the blindfold.

When a splash landed above her c.l.i.t and raced in a trail around the exposed nub to stream around her p.u.s.s.y, she moaned.

He hadn't been kidding. So erotic.

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