Chapter 36 Chapter Thirty-five
ARA
Thayne kissed me like I was water and he was dying of thirst as we exited the Limo together, my legs wrapped around his waist.
Munroe choked as he saw us when he stepped out of one of the convoys which had arrived before us.
Thayne paid his gawking escorts no mind. In this moment, it was just the both of us.
The fire Thayne poured into the kiss was red-hot, and I wanted us to burn.
Once we reached the elevator, he didn't even wait for the doors to slide close. He pressed me against the walls of the elevators and drank and drank from my lips.
He wrapped my hair around his fist and tilted my head backwards
Before the elevator doors slid open again, my dress was already lying on the floor. I was stark naked in his arms, my nipples rubbing deliciously against his chest.
“You were such a good girl to my mother. I should reward you for it.” He whispered, his teeth grazing my pulse, his hand slapping my ass before going lower to tease my butthole.
I wanted him to do it again. I rubbed my pussy against his rock hard cock. I wanted Thayne inside me already.
I didn't have to want for so long, he was already leading us to the redroom.
“I will not be gentle." He warned as he dropped me on the closest bed.
My lips ached, craving his own on mine again. "I never want it gentle.” I said, pressing my breasts together.
“Touch yourself, then." He commanded quietly.
I obeyed without hesitation. But when he moved away from the bed to switch on the lights hanging directly over the bed, my hands froze on my thighs.
All of me was on display before him, like an offering.
“I want to see all of you, Arayna. Touch yourself. I want to see you make yourself come." Everytime he said my full name in that deep baritone of his, it went straight to my pussy.
I nodded, then willed my fingers to continue their descent down my thighs. I stopped at the apex of my thighs and teased my slick folds.
Thayne lifted something over me, and I realized it was a candle. What was he going to do with it?
I slipped one finger inside my pussy and I moaned, biting my lower lip as I fingered myself hard and fast.
“Add your second finger," Thayne said from where he stood beside me, watching me unravel myself with my fingers.
I added a second finger and increased my pace. I pinched my nipples, rolling them between my fingers and begging Thayne to take over.
“Thayne, please, I need you inside me right now." I gasped.
"Come for me first.” He said.
I added a third finger, and pleasure burst through me like an electric shock.
All the lights in the redroom went off at that moment, and a blindfold was slapped over my eyes.
Panic clawed at my chest, but Thayne's voice in my ear assured me I was safe.
My body, still trembling from my orgasm, immediately bucked off the bed when Thayne inserted a vibrator inside me.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he turned it on.
I was about to ask him to let me touch him when he inserted something in my butthole. A butt plug.
Both of my holes were filled now.
“How do you like to be filled, love? Like this?” Thayne’s voice was a low growl, dripping with dark honey as he twisted the butt plug just enough to make me gasp, the stretch burning sweet in all the right ways.
The vibrator hummed relentlessly inside my pussy, a steady pulse that had my thighs quivering, wetness coating the toy and dripping down to where the plug nestled snug.
I couldn’t see a damn thing through the blindfold, but I felt every inch of him, his heat radiating as he leaned over me, his breath fanning across my collarbone.
“Y-yes,” I whimpered, my voice breaking on the word. My hips rolled involuntarily, chasing the vibrations, the fullness in my ass making every throb echo deeper.
“Thayne, please… it’s too much, but I need more.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine where his free hand pressed flat between my breasts, pinning me to the mattress.
“Too much? Baby, we’re just getting started. You’re my little slut, aren’t you? Begging to be stuffed in every hole.” His fingers trailed up to pinch my nipple, rolling it hard until I arched off the bed with a cry.
The pain bloomed into pleasure, sharp and electric, mingling with the buzz between my legs.
I nodded frantically, blindfold damp with the start of tears, not from fear, but from the overwhelming rush.
“I’m your slut, Thayne. Fill me, use me… fuck, I’m so close again.”
“Not yet,” he commanded, his tone firm but laced with that filthy promise that made my core clench around the vibrator. He shifted, the bed dipping as he moved away for a moment.
I heard the soft click of a lighter, the faint whoosh of flame catching wick.
My heart hammered. What was he planning? The air grew warmer, scented with something musky, like sandalwood and sin.
Then his weight was back, straddling my thighs, his cock; hard and throbbing, brushing against my stomach as he settled over me.
“Hands above your head, love. Grip the headboard and don’t let go. If you do, I stop everything. Understand?”
“Y-yes,” I breathed, obeying instantly. My fingers curled around the cool metal bars, knuckles whitening as I stretched out for him, completely exposed.
The blindfold heightened everything: the creak of the bed, the distant hum of the city outside, the wet sounds of my own arousal as the vibrator shifted with my movements.
“Good girl.” His praise sent a fresh gush of wetness around the toy. He leaned in, lips brushing my ear.
“I’m going to light you up now, Ara. Hot wax on your pretty skin… gonna mark you as mine while you come undone.”
The first drop hit just above my navel, a pinpoint of heat that made me jolt, a sharp sting blooming into a warm spread across my belly. I gasped, back arching, the sensation shooting straight to my clit.
“Thayne!”
“Shh, take it,” he murmured, his free hand stroking my hip soothingly even as another drop landed on my ribcage, closer to my breast. The wax cooled quickly, hardening into a trail that felt like a brand.
“Look at you, writhing like a desperate whore. Your pussy’s clenching so hard around that vibe, I can hear it.”
He was right; the slick squelch was obscene, mixing with my moans.
Another drop, this one on the swell of my breast, perilously close to my nipple. The heat made me cry out, toes curling, the overstimulation building as the vibrator pulsed on a higher setting now.
When had he turned it up?
My body was a live wire, every nerve screaming for release.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” Thayne groaned, his voice rough with lust. I felt his cock twitch against my thigh, pre-cum smearing hot and sticky.
“Dripping wax on your tits… gonna cover you until you’re begging to come.”
More drops rained down, slow, deliberate. One on my inner thigh, making me spread my legs wider instinctively.
Another grazing the edge of my areola, the sting pulling a guttural moan from my throat. My skin prickled, alive with the contrast: the cool air, the hardening wax, the relentless buzz in my pussy and the plug stretching my ass.
I was floating in it, lost in the sensory storm.
“Thayne, I can’t—please, I need to come!” My voice cracked, hips bucking wildly.
The blindfold was soaked now, my face flushed hot, lips parted in constant gasps.
He paused, the candle’s heat hovering just out of reach.
“You come when I say, love. But fuck, you’re earning it.” His hand slid down, fingers circling my clit without touching it directly, teasing the swollen nub until I sobbed.
“Feel that? Your greedy little cunt is sucking on that toy like it’s my cock. Imagine when I replace it… gonna fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days.”
The words were filthy and perfect, pushing me higher.
More drops across my collarbone, down the valley between my breasts. Each one a claim, a spark that fed the fire coiling in my belly.
My arms trembled holding the headboard, muscles straining as wave after wave of near-orgasm crashed over me, denied.
Finally, he blew out the candle. Then I heard the soft puff as he set it aside.
“Enough wax for now, baby. You’re a masterpiece.” His fingers peeled at a cooled trail on my breast, the tug sending fresh jolts through me.
Then, mercifully, he cranked the vibrator to its max.
“Come for me, Ara. Soak the sheets like the dirty girl you are.”
His command ran through me like an electric jolt, and I knew in this moment that I belonged to Thayne.
Every single part of me.