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Amy was trapped in the dark, tied to a bed with a blindfold over her eyes. She gasped in the darkness as the rope bit into her wrist, sucking in a breath and savoring the pain, the burning sensation and the hotness of her hands as the blood swelled them. Her shoulders hurt a little, but it was nothing compared to the strain on the tendons of her inner thighs. Amy’s legs were spread wide, the ropes pulled taught and digging into her flesh with every movement.

The room was sticky with humidity despite the delicate whir of the ceiling fan she couldn’t see. It only served to stir the hot air around her naked body. There was a feint musty odor in the room. Something stirred back in a corner. She could hear someone on the carpet, walking closer. She felt him standing over her, looking down at her naked body as she struggled against the ropes. Amy tilter her head back and to the side, testing the limits of the blindfold. Nothing.

She sat up a little, her neck craning as the tendons stood out like wires under her skin. Her breasts jiggled, sweat dripping down the valley between them and zigzagging over her soft skin where it eventually pooled in the hollow of her navel. The shadow of muscles stood out on her belly and the thin knots of muscle on her arms shook with the effort of keeping her head aloft. Finally she gave in and sank to the bed.

He touched her. Amy jumped a little, but his hand was hot and strong and felt good in the dark. It slid over her slick skin and left coolness in its wake that felt heavenly. The mattress shifted under his weight and he was directly above her. His breath came hot on her neck smelling of alcohol and sin. He sniffed the hollow of her neck, slow and deliberate. She could feel his lips flutter over her jaw. It felt like a butterfly flapping against her skin, something so delicate yet hot in its threat to burn her.

His lips moved down Amy’s Jaw line and over her throat. They parted and the hot breath was back, followed by the pressure of broad teeth over the delicate flesh. Amy sucked in a breath as the pressure increased. His tongue slid over sweaty flesh and the teeth were gone. The tongue slithered down her throat and between her breasts, one large hand covering the right tit and squeezing before the fingers found the nipple and twisted it just enough to send an electric jolt of pain shooting through her body.

Amy moaned and arched her back.

He continued to lick, his tongue flicking over the smooth skin, lingering in the shallow valley between each rib, tracing the delicate shadow of muscle in her stomach, and outlining the pear shape of her navel. His hand cupped the hairless space between her legs, the heat driving her insane as he brought the mouth up to a breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He bit down around the areola. Again Amy moaned and struggled with the ropes. Again she got nowhere.

He straddled her left leg, the loose leathery feel of his scrotum resting hot and heavy on her thigh as he kissed up her neck and over her jaw. She turned her head towards him and snapped her teeth. He was too quick to be caught, but brought his mouth down over hers and soon their tongues danced as he ground the hardness of his erection on her thigh. He wanted her to know how turned on he was.

His cock moved over her thigh and between her legs and then over to the other thigh without ever coming close to entering her soaked cunt.

Amy moaned. She struggled against her ropes as his weight left the bed. She made a small whining sound in her throat. Her nipples strained atop her quivering breasts as she sucked in shallow breaths. Her disappointment was palpable.

There was a delicate snap from across the room. A light switch.

She could feel his presence over her again. His hand moved through her hair and the blindfold was gone. Amy blinked her eyes and struggled to see something, anything, but the room was too dark. His figure moved across the bed, nothing but a shadow. He knelt between her legs his hands massaging her thighs and his fingers sliding up the tight chord of tendon the stood out sharply amongst the muscle. His thumbs slid over her swollen lips and then over her stomach. As he leaned forward she could feel the stiffness of his cock, but he wouldn’t let it get close to the wet opening that ached for him.

His hands slid down her sides, the strong fingers bouncing over the ribs and sinking into the softness underneath them. They slid under her ass and he grabbed the cheeks, squeezing like a vice and spreading them as he lifted her off the mattress. He arched his hips and she could feel the swollen head of his cock tickling the labia, threatening to enter her. He moved himself around until the position was perfect and then he bounced her slightly, his dick punching into the opening of her cunt but going no further.

Amy’s body was electric; the pain in her wrists and ankles making the pressure of his cock feel ten times better, the rough texture of his hands so tight on her ass and the strain on her shoulders and hips exploding fireworks inside her head. Amy moaned out loud, her mouth struggling with the words. She wanted him inside of her, but the torture was exquisite.

He moved and dropped her back to the bed. She could feel his body lean and somewhere in front of her his shadow reached to the floor. There was a sudden burst of light, a star coming to life in the blackness of the room. Her eyes shut against the glow until it faded enough and when she opened them again the smell of sulfur was receding, replaced now by something familiar. The candlelight waltzed to the gentle breeze created by the dying ceiling fan, the light reflecting in his dark eyes and dancing there, moving like a promise.

Amy stared at the flame, transfixed and fearful. He stretched out his arm and held the red candle away from him. It smelt much stronger now, and she placed the scent. Cinnamon. She watched the flame while it bounced and ducked. He rolled his hand and tipped the candle over. Hot wax poured onto her breast and covered her nipple. Amy sucked in a breath and gritted her teeth.

The pain was magnificent. She struggled against the ropes again, relishing the pain even as the wax dried and crusted on her skin. The sharp sting of the wax came again a few seconds later as it covered her other nipple.

He placed the candle on her stomach. She had to struggle to keep it aloft, balancing it with her movements and controlling her breathing so as not to tilt it. She struggled to keep her head up to keep an eye on the glowing flame while he slid down the bed and brought his mouth over her pussy.
The heat of his breath didn’t match the heat of her need as she dripped come between her legs and down the valley of her rump. His tongue worked slowly over her lips, touching the space between them for only a second before he worked back out towards the hollow between her swollen lips and shaking thighs. He brought a thick finger over her clit and down between her aching labia. It twisted around the tight leathery hole of her ass and then settled with intense pressure right between her pussy and ass hole. He rubbed that spot slowly with the index finger of his left hand while the thumb of his right ground a harsh circle over her clit. His tongue slid in between the fat lips and found the painful opening of her cunt. He licked it with long slow swipes, covering the space between his fingers and alternately pushing it inside of her.

Amy struggled against the need to move her hips and the fear of letting the candle fall. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, her lungs burning and straining for more oxygen, black dots dancing in the periphery of her vision as unconsciousness threatened to take claim of her. There was an icy flower blooming inside of her stomach, opening up and spreading like wildfire through her insides. Amy’s stomach fluttered against his touch, against the fear of the fire, against the threat of losing consciousness, but mostly around the knowledge that she was going to come. As soon as she let go there was no way she could keep still enough to balance the candle on her stomach.

The pressure and speed of his fingers increased, as did the intensity of his licks. He slid the thumb down off her clit and into her pussy, his mouth taking its place and sucking the delicate nub into the heat of his mouth where his tongue swirled and circled over it. Between the suction and pressure and the feeling of his finger inside of her she couldn’t hold back any longer. She gasped once and the candle dropped. Hot wax covered her belly and the pain shot through her.

It was a mixture of everything that brought her need to the surface and allowed the orgasm to wash over her. It combined inside of Amy to form the perfect storm.

She screamed through the orgasm. It was like someone was being murdered inside her head, like it was someone else that was screaming and coming. Her body was covered by a billion pinpricks of electric light that wormed their way into her soul and burned there with the power of the sun. She could feel the force of it explode outwards from her center and collect in her extremities, boiling the blood there and leaving them tingling as if starved.

Amy woke up panting for air, her t-shirt soaked through and her hand working furiously between her legs. She had her thighs clamped tightly together while she plunged two fingers inside her cunt even while she realized it was nothing but a dream.

She pulled her shaking hand from between her legs and lifted the glistening fingers to her face. Her entire hand was covered in come, the fingers still shaking and tingling as if a mild electric shock was going through them. She slipped the fingers into her mouth and layback on her sweat soaked pillows. She smiled to herself around a mouthful of her own creamy come. She loved that dream.