Slow Burn

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Mike

Mike is a 31-year-old volunteer firefighter and lifeguard. He spends most of his time working or at the gym. He was recently engaged to his longtime girlfriend but is now head over heels in love with Daniela and plans to propose next summer.

Daniela

Daniela is a 29-year-old vet tech and songwriter. She loves learning to play new instruments and spending nights snuggled up on the couch with her boyfriend Mike and their 2 dogs.

Daniela had always loved candles. She went on Etsy every Halloween and Christmas to pick out the perfect scents for the season from an independent candle maker. Candles made her feel warm and comforted.

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A few weeks ago, her recommendations had shown candles that were just a little…different. She’d almost gasped when she saw them, totally taken off guard, and she closed the computer immediately.

But the more she thought about them, the more and more tempted she got, until she finally bought them late at night after her boyfriend had gone to bed.

They’d arrived in the mail yesterday. The package said “Wax Play Candles,” and she nearly shivered. She wasn’t sure whether she would like the candles, but every time she thought about them, she could feel her heart race, in a good way.

“I have something new for us to try tonight,” Daniela said over dinner, trying to keep her tone nonchalant.

Mike nearly choked on his chicken parmesan. “Really?”

Daniela smiled. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but I’m scared you won’t like it.”

Daniela was absolutely in love with Mike, but their sex was usually pretty vanilla. Most of the time, she didn’t mind. But lately, she’d been aching for something more.”

Mike grabbed her hand across the table. “I promise you, I’m willing to try whatever you want.” He seemed completely genuine and more than a little horny.

She got up from the table and grabbed the box of candles. There were six of them, all in different colors, like she was planning to make some type of body art with them. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, actually….

She handed it to him, then sat back down.

He looked at the box quizzically. “This isn’t some creepy ritual, is it?” he joked.

“No,” she said. “Have you ever heard of wax play?” Her voice was quiet, a little embarrassed.

He shook his head. “I think I can figure it out. Do you want me to melt the wax on you, or do you want to melt it on me?”

Daniela took a deep breath. “I want to feel it on my skin.” She tried to sound as sexy as she could.

Mike’s eyes widened. “Then who am I to deprive you?” he asked, before walking around the table and kissing her. She hadn’t expected him to be so willing, so ready to try going on this scary, beautiful adventure.

There was more passion in the kiss than there usually would be on a normal Thursday night. She kissed him back with everything she had, barely believing that her fantasies were coming true.

Mike pushed her up against the wall, holding her wrists tight to the surface, and she let out a small sound of approval. His hands flew all over her, caressing her breasts, grabbing her ass, but she remained fully clothed.

She jumped up to wrap her legs around him. To her surprise, he supported her thighs with his muscular arms and walked her towards the bedroom. She didn’t know what he had in store for her, but her body was thrumming in anticipation.

He threw her on the bed, and she was surprised by the force of it. It turned her on more than she had imagined. It made her feel like he wanted her so badly, he could barely contain it. She wanted him, too.

He got on top of her, and that’s when he started to unbutton her blouse. It couldn’t come fast enough. He unclasped her bra deftly and revealed her breasts, nipples hard and waiting for his touch.

He pulled away for a second. “Do you trust me?” he asked, and all she could do was nod. He smiled evilly.

“Then close your eyes and give me a second,” he said, getting up from the bed. She pouted, but he grinned at her again. She got the feeling that it would all be worth it…

She closed her eyes for what must have only been a couple of minutes before she heard him enter the room again. He dug around for something in one of the dresser drawers before she could feel him coming nearer.

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrists authoritatively and drew them up above her head. She was surprised when she heard a handcuff click over her left wrist.

They’d had the handcuffs for a while, but it never seemed like the right time to use them. Daniela had been a little embarrassed. But she wasn’t anymore.

Mike clicked the other handcuff shut. “Stay still,” he said, and she nodded. She didn’t want to roll over in pain and fall off the bed or just ruin the sheets with the wax. Plus, him containing her like that was fucking hot. She wanted him to dominate her.

“Okay, you can open your eyes,” he said, and she obeyed. He stood next to her on the bed, his business shirt open but not taken off completely.

“I want to see all of you,” Mike said, and there was something sexy about him being fully clothed and her being bare before him. He reached down to slowly unbutton her jeans, and let the zipper go down painfully slowly.

“Hurry,” she pleaded, but he still took his time. “Please.”

He removed her underwear, putting them to his nose for a moment, breathing in her scent. She could feel her clit getting hard.

He grabbed the box of candles from the nightstand and picked out his favorite. “Do you want this red wax all over your tits?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”

He picked up the lighter and clicked it on. The sight of the flame made her want to combust herself. He moved the flame close to her skin, enough so she could feel the heat, and she moaned.

“You really do fucking want it,” Mike said, his voice low and gravely.

She had to clear her throat before she could talk.

“Sorry I’m such a whore, Daddy,” she said, even surprising herself. She’d never thought dirty talk was her kink, but she was learning all sorts of new things today.

“Fuck, you’re making me hard, Daniela,” he said, biting his lip.

“Then burn me,” she said. “Punish me.”

Mike lit the candle, the flame dancing. This was the last moment she would have before she knew what it was like to be burned. She wanted it to end.

“Let me know if this hurts too much, okay?” Mike said, breaking character for a second. She appreciated it.

“Okay,” she choked out.

The candle needed to burn for a few moments so the wax could pool. They both watched it burn, and the energy in the room was filled with anticipation.

Finally, he turned the candle at an angle and let the wax drip down between her breasts.

Pain shot through her, the wax hotter than she had even imagined. She felt it burning her skin, deep and hard. She screamed, but it came out like the sound of an orgasm.

Mike was looking at her with concern deep in his eyes. She needed to let him know that this was possibly the most pleasure she’d experienced in her life.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she asked, her voice filled with lust.

Mike looked relieved.

“Did I tell you that you could talk?” Mike asked before drizzling the wax on her collarbone.

She strained against her handcuffs, crying out again, elation flowing through her veins. She could feel wetness pooling between his legs, even dripping down onto the sheets.

“You like that?” he asked, and all she could say was, “More.”

He blew out the red candle and reached for the black one. Once it was ready, he poured the wax directly on her nipples.

This most sensitive part of her cried out, and she spasmed on the bed. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She could barely see straight.

“Fuck me while you burn me,” she said.

“I want you to come from the pain,” he said, and she felt a ripple of pleasure rush through her.

He set the candle on the small stand that had come with them, then slowly took off his shirt the rest of the way. She could see his cock through the outline of his jeans. He undid them quickly, ripping the denim from his body, and his cock sprang to attention.

She spread her legs on the bed, more than ready to feel him inside of her. He pulled her legs up even more until she was spread bare, her pussy and asshole ready for the taking.

Before she had to plead again, he was inside her. She could barely recognize this man as the one she’d been dating for six months. He ravaged her pussy with his huge cock, and she reveled in every inch.

“I didn’t know you were such a slut,” he said, pounding into her. “I would have fucked you like this a long time ago.”

“I’m sorry,” she stuttered, although she was anything but. He reached down to make circles on her clit with his thumb, and she cried out.

“Not yet,” he said, removing his hand. “You deserve some pain with your pleasure.”

She could barely breathe when he picked up the candle again. There was so much wax pooling, dripping down the sides. He leaned back, still inside her, and she knew she was close.

He brought the candle down beyond her breasts, beyond her stomach, beyond her thighs. Her eyes grew wide.

It was like it was in slow motion. He tipped the candle in the spot right above her pussy, which would usually be covered, even by the skimpiest of underwear. She took a deep breath and hoped she could handle it.

The wax touched her skin, and she could immediately feel herself coming. Her clit danced, her walls contracted, and she screamed, incoherent and lustful. Before the wax could even dry, he started to move back and forth inside her, coaxing her through the most intense orgasm of her life.

She wanted to go limp, but she knew she wanted Mike to finish, too.

“Come inside me, Daddy,” she cried out, moving against him as best as she could without the use of her hands.

She could feel his hot, wet seed filling her as he grunted loudly in elation. She orgasmed again unexpectedly, both of them writhing, holding themselves as close as possible to each other.

He laid down next to her, his breath racing. “Holy shit, that was amazing,” he whispered, his cock still inside her. “Does it still hurt?”

In fact, it did hurt. She had a feeling she would have marks on her skin for days. But she knew she would revel in them, wear them as a badge of honor, something to remember this night by until they could try again.

She looked him in the eyes with intensity. “In the best possible way.”

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