Waxwork, Chapter 4

Waxwork, Chapter 4
Chapter 4: A Love Reborn

Andrew

I quickly did as she said. However, something felt strange once that day collar was fastened around my neck. I looked at her and told her that I had taken poison before I started to melt her. She laughed and said that she could easily fix that with a kiss. Little did I know what that kiss would cost me.

She looked around the room. “The candles and flowers are a nice touch.” She complimented as her smile widened with a hint of mischief. “I have an idea.” 

I raised an eyebrow, urging her to continue. It was taking everything within me to not take her and kiss her senseless. “I want to play like we used to, right here…right now,” she said, as she ran her finger down my chest. 

Her touch sent shivers throughout my body and made my need for her grow. I planned to worship every inch of her naked body, which I had yearned to feel again for the past six agonizing years. I slowly ran my hands over her body, taking my time to appreciate her curves, her pert breasts, and the way her red hair fell around her shoulders like a fiery halo. I ripped a section of fabric from the silk tablecloth I used for her altar and fastened it around her head, creating a blindfold and leaving her in a world of darkness and heightened senses.

I ran my hands further over her body, tracing the lines of her shoulders, and down her arms. I kept my touch feather-light, teasing her with the promise of more. I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how much I desired her, how much I wanted to give her pleasure, and how I only wanted her because no other woman could compare. Sere’s skin was alight with goosebumps, her body responding to my every touch. It flooded my mind with all the wonderful sessions we shared in the past. Oh, how I missed this… how I missed you, my wife.

My hands roved to her breasts, cupping them gently before giving them a firm squeeze. Serena gasped, her nipples hardening under my expert touch. I pinched them lightly, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, making her whimper with need. I slid my hands down her body, my fingertips brushing against her wet pussy. I chuckled at her eagerness and noticed a blush creep up her neck. This response was new. She had never been shy about receiving pleasure before. Could it be because it had been so long and God finally answered my prayers or was something different? Was she different?

I led her to the altar, positioning her so that her ass was in the air and her legs spread wide. I reached for a soft flogger. I had neatly arranged all her favorite toys as a part of my tribute to her after I completed her wax sculpture. The leather strands whispered through the air before gently landing across her ass. She tensed, waiting for the sting, but it never came. Instead, it served as a warm caress, a gentle introduction to the sensations that were to come.

With each stroke, I grew more confident and remembered how much I missed this, increasing the force just enough to make her gasp. The sound of the flogger meeting her skin filled the room with a rhythmic symphony of pleasure and pain. I ran my finger through her folds. I could feel her pussy growing wetter with every smack; her body begging for more. 

I leaned down, my breath hot against her ear. "You like that, don't you?" I murmured, my voice thick with lust. "You've been a very good girl."

She nodded, unable to form words as I noticed her slipping into a state of submissive bliss. I knew exactly what she needed to push her over that edge, and I was more than happy to give it to her. I set the flogger aside, my hands moving to her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. I slid a finger into her wetness, stroking her clit with a practiced ease. Sere’s hips bucked, her orgasm building like a storm in her belly.

I leaned down, my mouth replacing my hand. She was just as sweet as I remembered, although an unidentifiable spice now mingled with her sweeter-than-honey taste. I licked her pussy, my tongue darting in and out of her folds, teasing her clit until she was moaning my name. I added another finger, pumping in and out of her as I continued to lick and suck, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her breath grew ragged, her moans growing louder as she felt the first waves of pleasure crash over her. But, just as she was about to come, I stopped, pulling away from her. She whimpered in protest, her body desperate for release. I grinned. Oh, how I had missed this game of ours. "Not yet," I said, my voice a gentle command. "I'm not done with you."

I stood up, my cock hard and throbbing with desire. I unbuckled my belt, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. I slid my pants down, revealing my thick, hard cock. I knew that she could feel the heat of it against her thigh, and she knew what was coming next. Without warning, I shoved my cock into her, filling her. She screamed, the sensation of being so full overwhelming her. I began to thrust, my hips pistoning into her with a force that made the table shake. I made sure that she could feel every inch of me, my girth stretching her pussy to its limits.

I grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto me with every thrust. Her breasts bounced with the force of my movements, her nipples aching for attention. I reached around, my hand finding her clit once again. I stroked it in time with my thrusts, the dual sensations pushing her closer and closer to the brink. "Cum for me, my love," I growled, my voice a guttural demand. "Cum all over my cock."

And with that, she did. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with pleasure. She screamed my name, her pussy clenching around me as she rode the waves of ecstasy. I groaned, feeling her tighten around me, and with a few more powerful strokes, I reached my climax as well, filling her with my warm seed. I picked her up, removed her blindfold, and carried her to our bed. We collapsed onto it, our bodies entwined and slick with sweat. Her heart was racing. No doubt her mind was reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. My eyes were soft with affection as I looked down at her. "Did I do well, my love?" I asked, my voice gentle.

She nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "You did more than just well," she murmured. "You gave me exactly what I needed."

The rest of the night was a blur of passion and submission, as I explored every inch of her body and she reveled in the feeling of being completely under my control. By the time the sun rose, we were both exhausted, our bodies sated, and our hearts full.

As we lay there, our limbs tangled together, I saw a new side to her, a side that I needed to test and explore, because I couldn't understand why I was not ecstatic. Would things ever be as they once were or did death change everything? I guess I should abandon my fears because our relationship had entered a new phase; one that was darker, more intense, and more thrilling than anything I had ever experienced before. She drifted off to sleep in my arms. 

From that night on, we had reconnected, and it was as if she had never died. For me, she would drop to her knees and beg for my touch. For me, she would submit to my every whim. And so, our games continued, each night bringing new heights of pleasure and new depths of submission. Through it all, our love remained strong, a foundation that could withstand even the most intense of desires.

In the end, it wasn't just about the sex. It was about the power exchange, the trust, and the love that allowed us to explore the darkest corners of our souls together. And as we lay there, our hearts beating in time with each other, we knew that we had found something that would last a lifetime…. or so I thought.