Kinktober Day 5
Sansa x Steffon (masc!Baratheon!OC/Sansa's husband) + waxplay; 700 words. Established D/s dynamics, collaring/handcuffs, p in v.
Sansa considered me for a moment, tilting her head and pursing her lips. I stared reverentially up at her, hands cuffed behind me, a chain leading up my spine from my wrists to the collar around my neck. I waited patiently as my wife’s eyes dragged over me, over my currently unmarked skin.
“Alright,” she said quietly, with a nod. One elegant hand wrapped around the deep purple candle (the color of my gorgeous eyes, she’d told me with a smile), the other flicking on the lighter and bringing it to the wick, then setting it back on the table. Slowly, she closed the distance between us, stilettos clicking, her free hand softly cupping my cheek.
“Such a pretty thing,” she murmured. She tipped the candle, and I forced a slow breath as the wax dripped over my chest.
“My pretty boy.” She moved behind me, her hand sliding under my jaw and tipping my head back, pulling me into her body and forcing me to look at her. More wax splashed across my torso, dripping down onto my stomach.
“Thank you, Madam,” I breathed. Sansa smiled softly and tipped the candle again, over my thighs this time, carefully making a line up one and down the other, just barely avoiding my cock. I tipped my head slightly, kissing the inside of her wrist; she stroked my jaw with her thumb, dripping another pair of lines up and down.
“Bend over, sweetheart.”
I obeyed her quiet command, glad to simply listen to her. The hot wax dripped onto my back, slowly at first, then a solid line of it, down my spine. She paused for a second, just long enough for me to exhale, presumably so she could enjoy the hissing breath I took when she then tipped the candle over my ass, the slight burning sensation making my cock throb.
“That’s a good boy,” she murmured, walking towards my head. “Look at you, so obedient.” She tipped my face up with the toe of her shoe. “You want me to do more?”
“Please, Madam.”
She smiled again and moved back around me, nudging my legs apart with her foot. Wax dripped down the backs of my thighs, running along the inside of them, so so so close to where I ached for her to touch. Back up my back, across my shoulders, a drop right on the nape of my neck, making me twitch and earning a satisfied hum from Sansa. I heard her walk away again, pause for a moment, then return, crouching in front of me and tipping my face up, guiding me up to sit on my heels.
“There we go, relaxed now, aren’t you?” She rubbed her thumbs across my cheeks. “Nice and calm for me, hm?” I whined, pouting at her, and she glanced down. “Oh, you need release, there, sweetheart?” I nodded, and she kissed me gently, then stood.
Behind me once more, unclipping my wrists and bringing them to the front of my body, then clipping them together again. In front of me, hands on my shoulders, pushing me back. The rug scratching at my marked skin, countered by the soft wet heat of her around me. Her hips rocking, her fingers wrapping around the chain and pulling lightly, forcing me to arch up. Her other hand softly tracing the wine-dark lines across my chest. Her hair down her back, her breasts rising with her quickened breathing. Her her her her her.
“Mm, yes sweetheart,” her hand slid down my body to rub between her legs just above where we were joined, “cum with me, c’mon, that’s it.”
I gasped, eyes locked on her face; a few seconds later, she moaned and I felt her clench around me. She loosened her hold on the chain, bending down to pepper my skin with kisses, murmuring what a good boy I was. I floated, hazy and relaxed, grateful beyond measure for her. I lifted my hands, linked together, to gently stroke her hair. Sansa met my gaze and smiled tenderly for a moment, before returning to her soft worship of my skin. I closed my eyes and let her love carry me gently along above all my other thoughts.
