Shadows in the Dark (Dark Lotus #1)

33. Brynn

My body was trembling slightly while I watched him handle the black column of wax. The way he swirled it, I knew there was quite a bit of liquid pooling in the bowl of the candle.

Most of my reaction was the overstimulation from being so close to his knife blade, but more still was the anticipation of what he might do next. The man was such a wild card that there was no way for me to ever predict what actions he might take, or what might occur within the four walls of his private room.

Are all the Doms like this, or is he an exception?

Almost as if he was moving in slow motion, I watched the candle tip, saw the wax cascade downward and closed my eyes, hissing when the molten fire hit the flesh at my sternum. The hiss dissolved into a moan as he worked his way down my torso. It took me a moment to figure out he was using the candle to cover me in wax lingerie. And if he was staying true to form, then he would replicate the lingerie exactly.

Slowly, methodically, he created the pattern of the top he had just cut off me. It was becoming harder for me to focus on his actions because I felt like I was beginning to float. At his urging, my eyes drifted upward to lock with his, and whatever EREBUS69 saw in my gaze caused the corner of his mouth to twitch. He looked damn pleased with himself for the briefest of seconds.

“Remember your safe word, Karma,” he murmured, tipping the candle over my left breast and drawing the outline of a triangle on it. My back arched and I tugged against my restraints, a “Sir” leaving my lips on a breathy pant. He filled in the triangle until the very center was the only exposed flesh left. When the wax hit my nipple, I released a strangled moan. My attempts at pressing my thighs together were futile since they were splayed open and cuffed, too. Every throb in my nipples was echoed in my clit as well, and I knew when he reached that over-sensitized bud, it would be all I could do not to climax on the spot.

“P-please… Sir. Please.”

“What you need, Karma. Not what you what.”

He turned his attention to the other breast, connecting the two triangles and adding straps in between the white wax areas for good measure. It was time for my lower half then, and he set about designing a bikini bottom complete with straps and garters for good measure.

My chest was heaving by this point, strands of my hair clinging to my cheeks as I watch his hand move up and down. My waist, my lower belly, my pelvis… the attention to detail was meticulous.

Once again, he directed me to meet his gaze and I knew… I knew … what was coming next.

His eyes were black with desire, and he looked like he wanted to devour me when he tipped the candle directly over my clit.

“Come for me, Karma,” he said just as the first drop hit my skin.

I screamed long and low as the orgasm pulled me under. I felt like I was burning up from the inside out, my frame shaking violently as he added more wax to the inside of each thigh. My shoulders ached from the force I used to pull against my bonds. It was like I couldn’t breathe, and I damn sure couldn’t speak as I had screamed myself hoarse.

I smelled the odor of sulphur and realized he’d blown out the candle. EREBUS69 stood over me, arms crossed while he gazed down at his handiwork.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said. “Just as I knew you would be. You’ve taken everything I’ve given you so far, but you’re going to take more.”

The knife made another appearance, and my eyes widened. I surprised myself at the level of arousal I felt when the overhead light reflected off the blade. It was then that I saw his eyebrow raise.

“You continue to surprise me, Karma. I didn’t take you for having a knife kink, but I saw the way your breath just hitched, and I can smell your arousal. Good girl.”

His praise bloomed within me and I smiled, already eager to see what he was going to do with the knife.

Placing the tip of it against my collar bone, he loosened the wax there, carefully working his way over the rest of my chest and shoulders. Each time the metal pressed against me, I moaned, and when he reached my right nipple, my moans got a little louder because his removal of wax was a little rougher. Once the wax was gone, he dug the tip of the blade against my hardened bud, nicking it enough to make it bleed. I shuddered, releasing the word “More” on a whispered sigh.

“What you need, Karma, not what you want,” he repeated. I felt a small drop of blood roll down my side onto the table beneath me. I gasped when he leaned forward, pressing his tongue against my skin and dragging it upward, licking up the coppery substance before sucking the entire peak into his mouth and biting down hard.

“That’s so fucking hot,” I whispered, not realizing I had spoken aloud. He chuckled, but didn’t correct or punish me for speaking out of turn.

My other breast received the same treatment, then he worked his way down my torso, keeping the knife blade flat against my skin and scraping upward to remove the wax. Skipping down to my thighs, he took care of one, then the other, coming close, but not quite close enough to my pussy.

A sound I didn’t recognize was torn from my throat and I tensed when I felt the metal on my clit. My hips twitched while he scraped away the wax and before I even realized what he was about to do, a quick flick of his wrist on the engorged bud made a few drops of blood trickle down my slit.

“You don’t yet have permission to come again, Karma. You will hold it, or I stop. Hold it.”

My entire body tensed while one hand was between my legs. Every fiber of my being was straining while I struggled to maintain control. He inserted two fingers, then three, spreading them inside my channel before turning his wrist and making the “come here” motion with his fingers causing my hips to buck off the table.

“You’re so wet for me. Let’s see how you do with this.” I watched as he turned the knife in his hand, the wide, wooden handle now facing upward. The smile he gave me was almost feral and as the handle disappeared, I felt him press it against my entrance. Oh. my. god.

“Sir… I… Sir!” I cried out when he slid the knife handle home. Thick and wide, it was an excellent substitute for a cock, though not nearly as large as his.

After giving me time to adjust, he worked the knife in and out slowly, beginning to pick up speed. When he added his thumb and circled my clit, he thrust the knife handle roughly inside me. All I could do was beg at this point, unable to form any other words, not that they would have done any good anyway.

Tears streamed down my cheeks from the emotions I was experiencing at this point. I felt so open and exposed… I was raw and overwhelmed. Is this part of the lifestyle? Is this what is meant by intimacy? I’d never trusted anyone like this before and the amount of vulnerability I was experiencing was equal parts euphoric and scary.

“I’ve always said if you’re not a crying mess by the time it’s over, then we’re not done,” he said. I knew he was checking to make sure I wasn’t in distress. I didn’t know exactly what I was in that moment, but physically, I was not in distress.

“Fuck. You’re squeezing down on this knife handle like it’s my dick. Take it, Karma. Take all of it. Every fucking inch.”

“Sir…p-please. Please.”

“You’ve done well, Karma. Come for me. Now.”

I barely heard the last word as my body detonated, shuddering so violently it was entirely possible that I might have injured myself had EREBUS69 not been paying attention. I felt him remove the knife handle while a second climax claimed me. While stars swam before my vision, I heard the clang of metal on the side table, then I heard the snap of latex.

I was still shaking from head to toe, in slight disbelief at the things I had done in this room, when I saw him climb on the table with me. Before I could fully catch my breath, he captured my lips with his, slanting his mouth over mine and kissing me as though he was a starving man.

“Yes, yes,” I whispered, gasping when he thrust forward deep, hitting my back wall. Something had shifted in the last few minutes. His energy had changed and while I wasn’t afraid of it, I wondered briefly if maybe I should be.

His strokes were hard and rough, almost as though he was trying to get me out of his system but couldn’t. Whatever demons he was chasing, I hoped that by using me as he needed, I could provide some sort of respite or solace.

I took everything he gave me, not only because it was expected of me, but because I wanted to bring him at least a sliver of the same peace he brought me. Maybe not in that exact moment, but perhaps afterward as he gave me aftercare.

There always seemed to be a warmth in his eyes before distance would replace it. During those brief flashes in time, I could understand what Blair wrote so reverently about when she talked about those things in her journal.

As though he knew my thoughts were shifting, he nipped my bottom lip hard, and I immediately tasted blood as he gathered it onto his tongue before plunging it into my mouth. His strokes got harder, even more urgent, and then he growled against my lips for me to come, and I did. Only this time, he joined me.

Minutes later, he had me untied and laying across the same bed as all the other times. Like those occasions, he spent several minutes tending to my wounds. Once or twice, he would glance down at my face, and I could see the calm inside his roiling gaze. The moment was fleeting, though, and his eyes soon turned flat and emotionless.

I felt tears threatening, but I managed to hold them at bay until he bid himself a farewell, leaving me alone once again. Always the same parting words. Always the same instructions given. It was as if he was on autopilot. I was not on autopilot, and allowing the emotions from this night to finally break free, I turned my sore body to the side, allowing the tears to fall onto the pillow beside me.