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I tug at the chain on her corset and pull it free so I can unzip it from the front instead of messing with the more complicated lacing strings in the back. The corset falls away, revealing firm round breasts that I enjoy lavishing with attention.
Methodically, I remove the rest of her clothing and lay it on the chaise lounge nearby. Then I take off my suit jacket and tie and roll up my sleeves as she stands naked waiting for my instructions.
“Lay on the table,” I command.
As she arranges herself where I want her, I double check that I have everything I need laid out before we begin. It’s all there, so I move to where she lays and smile down at her.
“This could be our last weekend together before we have to face reality,” I say as I trail a hand up and down her abdomen. “And if that’s the case, I want the vision and sound of your orgasm permanently seared into my brain. And I want you to never forget what I’m capable of doing to you. So, I think you owe me at least ten before we’re done tonight.”
She blinks at the number and then grins. Her eyes sparkle in the dimly lit room. “Are you trying to break me, Sir?”
“You can take it,” I say with confidence.
I love the way her eyes flare with desire at my words. She craves this game as much as I do, and my smug confidence that she can take anything I tell her to take turns her on.
Because I’m playing with fire and orgasms at the same time, I make the choice to tie her to the table. It’s rare for me to bind Bellamy, I love having her hands on my skin. But tonight, I need her safe and at my mercy.
I capture her wrists and lift them above her head, fastening them into the wrist cuffs attached to the top of the table.
“Should I restrain your legs, or can you keep them still for me?”
“I can keep them still,” she says, her voice husky with need.
I lean down and kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear as I palm her soaked pussy.
“You’re soaked for me.”
Fire play requires two hands to do safely, so I pick up a remote-control toy and slip it inside her. Its v shape allows it to penetrate her and also sit against her clit, providing double the stimulation completely hands free.
I ready my fire wands and a special solution of rubbing alcohol and prepare to start our play.
When people realize I’m playing with fire, they stop what they’re doing and pay attention before I even light the first flame.
I run a straight line of alcohol from just under her breasts to her bellybutton, and then light my wand on fire. I touch it to her and watch the alcohol ignite and dance across her skin. She gasps as I wipe the fire away with a damp rag.
It’s a dangerous form of play, but there’s nothing painful about it as long as you don’t make a mistake.
I flip the toy on, and she squeals, squirming as it buzzes to life against her clit.
“Be still,” I remind her before I set her ablaze again.
This time, I draw a heart shape on her abdomen, and I let the flame dance all the way around the shape before I put it out.
Her eyes dart between my face and the fire as she fights to hold still while her body is bombarded with sensation. I bend and pull her right nipple into my mouth as I kick the vibrator up to the highest setting with the remote. She bucks against me, and I put a hand on her hip, stilling her.
“Still,” I whisper as I pull away and prepare for another round of flames. “I want to see you come with fire on your skin.”
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Bellamy
My body is overcome with more sensation than my brain can process. The intense buzzing on my clit and g-spot are over stimulation enough. But the chilling effect as he rubs alcohol on my skin that is immediately followed by the warmth and brightness of the flame overloads my senses.
There is always a spark of fear as the fire dances around the alcohol path he’s laid on my skin. And that’s just one more sensation adding to the overload. It’s almost more than I can handle.
But I will endure it because Owen asked me to. The experience he’s giving me is delicious as always, but there’s something different about our play tonight. His desire to sear the sounds of my orgasm into his brain because it might be our last time together almost makes me cry.
It’s not literally our last time. It can’t be. But the end is in sight and we both sense it. Tonight is the first time we’ve both acknowledged that there will be an expiration to this relationship, and that makes our time together all the more meaningful. Even his choice of play is significant. The symbolism, the showmanship, the fear factor, they all went into his decision. Owen does nothing without consideration.
