Nina's Nook

[Luna_Wolf72]

Whimpers and curls into a ball


I cant be silent, I'm silent now
I cant be still, i'm still now.


I cant play with you today
because i cant hate you
I cant hurt you


I have to go.

Curls myself round my twin and holds her close.

I love you.

Go.

Come back.

Hit my phone.

 

[Nina327]

Totally me!

 

[XsNrg]

Great line...........and thought

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I second this ^

 

[Jokas_Wild]

-wanders in, plopping a kidney wrapped in newspaper- Just don't ask. It's easier this way. Now get them files Bella.

Luna, really, ice, a wharten wheel and an hour? I thought I had more street value! Shennanigans! I counter-offer with a tied down kitty twin, razors, sterile water and gauze. Back on my side?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wanders in and gives JW a nice, long, slow, thorough....look. One eyebrow arched up ever so high.

"You have more street value to my twin because she has played with you numerous times and in many ways. For me? The only value you would have is if you could hold still, completely still, while being teased with ice cubes and sharp needle like points.

I don't want a play mate that can take big pain and internalize it. I want a play mate who takes little pains and suffers from them..."

A nod.

"And kitty twin plays much rougher than I do...but I can do lots with less. And if I really wanted kitty tied down with all those accompanying things, I could just ask her. She would give it, to me...."

Another nod.

"So you see...the fact that I can't just ask you...means that if she offered me those three things and hour with you...YOU would lose."

A wide, wicked, dimpling, grin.

 

[Jokas_Wild]

-Mouth opens, then closes. A twitch of jaw muscle as he processes her statement. She was completely right, no matter how much he tried to Rubiks Cube a satisfying solution.-

"I always forget that while Bella is more brutal, your more psychological. You want the controlled whimper. The subtle shake. The bitten bottom lip."

-Tounge skims across his lip at the last statement, an involuntary reflex. She was stunning. Especially when she smiled. Just like Bella.-

"You know, I was really counting on the torture of Nina to be my ace in the hole. Yet once again, I find myself behind the 8 ball and looking surprised. So, lets make a deal. I'm sure you well aware of my reputation of the king of negotioation."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Slips into a near by chair and crosses my left leg over the right one, just so. His words means that he does remember. Kitty and I are yin and yang...perfectly matched but opposite.

It is why I pity him should he ever give into the inevitable and allow me a full on scene with the two of them. She and I compliment one another, to the disgust and pleasure of just about anyone we stumble across.

Light brown eyes focus on his sweeping pink tongue, his lower lip and the smile that hovers just out of sight blossoms, once more, into view.

"So you are willing to negotiate, hmm. For what? If you want the few messages I have from twin kin...I can't help you with that...as they are saved in my broken phone, which I can not access UNTIL I get someone to help me do it...through a broken screen, no less. And even when I do get them back? Well they are personal...and not to be shared. So what else could we be negotiating for??"

An interested look, leaning in, just a bit. Chin cupped in one small hand.

 

[Jokas_Wild]

- An automatic grin. She was interested. Step one. He pressed forward.-

No no, I didn't actually expect to get to pry into those voicemails, regardless of phone function. Too personal. Shocking, I know. My angle? I want to get someone on my team who can help 'conquer' Nina there. That woman is layers of defensive mechanisms and sadistic torture. I need an inside woman, who better then her counter part. You said it yourself, she'd give you anything you desired with a simple request. I could Hiroshima her and all that would happen is a blink and a scoff.

-A lick of lips, knowing the offer he would have to make but not sure if the cost were worth the rewards. A long pause. Watching her. She didn't move. Hardly seemed to breath. Amazing self control. A hand rubbed non-existent chin stubble as he took a deep breath, making a deal with the devil was an odd prospect. Usually he was the devil in the equation. Not this time...-

I'm aware that an offering of flesh is insufficent. So I'll offer you insight into my inner workings. The mechanics. Break it, tinker with it, do what you please. I'm sure Bella has explained my mechanisms. My deep defense. Yet here I am, neck tilted back and throat gently resting on your blade. Interested?"

- A slight shift of hiis body weight. Already anxious. Knowing this was a bad idea. A bad deal. Too late. No rewind button to life.-

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

One wonders if it is possible for a wolf to purr and not have it sound like a growl. Probably not. Nevertheless~I feel a purring in the back of my throat. It matches the grin on my lips and rollicking laughter in my heart.

"You want to use a twin to catch a twin? And you think this is feasible because?"

Husky laughter.

"Oh sweetness. Kitty is as she is because that is how she is. Not from lack of love or trust or even the need to be defensive. These things are part and parcel of what she IS. The truth is that she would willingly bottom to anyone that can prove they can MAKE her want it. Not from physical prowess. After all, I am smaller than she is by one inch...and though I am just a bit stronger, I would never force her. Yet she bottoms to me when I want her to, when I need it, because she knows I can get her to that place where pain becomes relief...and relief becomes bliss...and bliss allows tears to flow. Simple as that..."

My eyes stay focused upon him, my body held utterly still. To know his inner most bits? To break them down and put them together in new and interesting ways? Yes...that would be such fun BUT...to go against the kitty~my soul's better half? Even if it's just to help him get to the bottom of her?

"The idea of your throat and my straight razor is...pleasing. Hell the idea of your body...fully clothed and my straight razor is even more pleasing. Add to that this insatiable urge to hear you whimper...not scream...whimper...and I could almost talk myself into it...almost. BUT well, the Nina is my twin...and I can not sell her out...beyond what i have already said...and what I am sure you already know."

A low husky laugh.

"No worries, sweetness. I can't take you up on your offer, no matter how badly I want to....because there is a kitty twin there and Her secrets are hers...to give or not..."

Rising from the chair~five feet nothing of caramel colored curves. The smile back, the eyes focusing intently upon him.

"However, if and when, you ever decide that you'd like to see the difference...just as a comparison?? All you have to do is say....I can definitely make that happen."

A few steps closer...until I can lean in and trace his bottom lip with my tongue...before biting it with sharp, white teeth.

"Remember that, okay?"

 

[Jokas_Wild]

- A soft groan as sharp teeth caught tender lip. She was exotic, compact yet powerful, curves and hips and promises. A comparison as she called it. More accurate to phrase it as a new and creative way to get his ass kicked. Of course he was interested. Fuck, Stevie Wonder could see his interest. It took a few moments and several swallowed breaths for his voice to return. It shook, betraying him despite his efforts to appear cool and collected. -

"So if I am no longer negotiating for Nina's secrets, I'm simply playing with fire yet lacking an end goal. No, that's not quite true is it? This is an excuse for me to play with someone I've admired from afar for quite awhile. I can tell myself your approached me. That I was enticed. That I couldn't resist such things."

- Chuckles softly to himself at his own bullshit. Everything had to be rationalized. Compartmented. Labeled and stacked. Fucking OCD. -

"I'd be delighted to play Luna. According to Bella there, I sound adorable when I whimper. But then again, I'll let you decide for yourself..."

- Slips slightly backwards, slowly sinking to a kneel in front of her. It was both a sign of respect and to compensate for the height differntial. Not that Luna was any stranger to dropping playthings to their respective knees. Tiny terror. 5 foot nothing of mocha colored nuclear force. Another lick of his lips. Eager. Anxious. Uncertain. Everything one should be when playing with a new partner... -

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I had almost made it to the door when he spoke, again. It took a few moments for my brain to take in just what he was suggesting and another few minutes for my heart to slow down from it's frightening gallop.

Stopping, I turn and stride back to where he is seated. My head tilts, slightly to the left, as I study him through honey brown eyes. His pulse is up~I can see it pounding just beneath the skin of his throat~ and there is just a hint of hesitation in his oh so calm and collected words.

Lovely.

"Ah, so you are giving up the quest to seduce kitty secrets from me with your delectable frame. That is very wise."

I move again, retracing my steps back to the chair I had originally inhabited. Watching him. Contemplating all of the very devious things I can do, will do, to him.

"I have no doubts that you sound absolutely delicious when you whimper..."

Of course, my voice is doing that thing. Kitty giggles. The darker and more depraved something is, the happier she gets and it shows~in her happy voice and bright smile. For me, when I get into that groove, it becomes apparent in the sound of my voice.

Low, quiet, methodical, deep, husky.

But then...he kneels and all thought stops.

As I am torn in two. I would like to have him on his knees. But not here, without a kitty's knowledge Without her permission. It would feel like trespassing. So, I rise to my feet and stalk...quietly...forward. One hand reaches for, and finds, his chin. Small fingers cup him there, tenderly.

"As much as I would love to put you through your paces...I can not...in good faith...do so here, without a Kitty's knowledge. This is her place. Will you join me...perhaps in Hell?"

 

[Nina327]

-shadows giggle-

Oh darling Twin. I adore you. So much.

He wouldn't be anywhere near his knees if he wasn't allowed.

Forgive me for miss-phrasing 'have fun'.

I am going to enjoy this.

You both have as many freedoms as you wish to take...

and receive,

With my blessing.

​

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A breath as I hear her.

"You know me, pretty kitty twin...I never assume anything. It makes for less trouble that way."

Turning toward a shadowed corner that holds the majority of her scent, a kiss is blown.

"Well seeing as I no longer have to worry about stepping on kitty toes...."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Resumption

The center of this meeting space will do for a start. Kitty has allowed me a freedom to use what I choose and to do what I would like and so, I go searching for the things I will need.

Rope.
A feather.
Ice cubes.
Two straight razors.
Two heavy floggers.
A riding crop.
A single white rose.
Two thumb tacks.
A flat leather strap.
A white candle.

These will do to start.

With nary a thought for the man who kneels so patiently, I strip down to the basics. Boy shorts in black lace, a matching bra. No other clothing, no heels. Barefoot and curvy and small. I look like what I am~ a busty Boi hiding in girl flesh.

I am focusing inward. Because focus will be needed to get the responses I want. I don't like big pains...not to give. I don't like blood and gore, not to give. I like small pains and begging and punishments that fit the crime.

Eventually, I return to the kneeling man and lean down so that I can see his eyes, study his face.

He looks okay. Not worried or scared. Only readying himself for whatever I plan on doing to him. Probably going over every single thing he's ever read or saw that I was involved in.

I hope it's worth it.

 

[Jokas_Wild]

Watching. Waiting. Resisting the urge to shift his weight. The self-control had taken years, a complete counter to his usual need for instant gratification. Besides, watching her prepare held it's own appeal. Lithe form. Deliciously simple yet sexy underwear and bra. Compact muscle. He did prefer them short. A caramel drop of violence. Voice a mixture of a fine cigar and aged scotch. Somewhere in between a purr and growl. She appealed to all 5 senses.

Her selection of tools was quite exciting. Implements designed to make skin hum, not scream. Some items he wished to inquire about. Why only 2 tacks? But these were questions that were not meant to be asked less he instantly make her cross. Not a wise choice in a position such as this. Focus on breathing. Catalog what one knows as fact, build a mental framework of what to expect. Anticipate but not so much that one can't enjoy the moment. Most of all? Don't show fear. She could smell fear. She delighted in it, just like Bella. They are twins after all.

Finally she pads back towards him. Kneeling, inspecting. Looking for any hint of worry or regret. There is none to be found. Just a small smile offered, a flash that went flat again. Ready was a relative thing. No way to know what lay ahead until he was right in the middle of indulging whatever sensation it was. No turning back. No desire to run either. Just one last breath inhaled as he closed his eyes, lowering chin to chest. Let the games begin.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Once I know that he is as ready as humanly possible, I move away, just a few steps, and speak...my voice a soft, husky, alto. The cadence is slow. I do not like to rush. I have NEVER liked to rush.

"Up on your feet. Toe your shoes and socks off. Left then right. Once you have done so? Up on tip toe, legs slightly wider than hip distance apart, hands on the back of your neck. Eyes always on me. Whenever I am in sight, you watch. Understood?"

I did not stay to make sure my word was followed. He was Kitty's play mate. He knew that to give back talk, at this stage of the game, would cause it to end. And as much as he loved to prod and push? Even he was unsure of what he could get away with when it came to me.

So then. The rope. The white handled straight razor. Both the tacks. I returned to my initial spot and gave him a slow grin.

"How many layers of clothing are you wearing?"

 

[Jokas_Wild]

"Up on your feet. Toe your shoes and socks off. Left then right. Once you have done so? Up on tip toe, legs slightly wider than hip distance apart, hands on the back of your neck. Eyes always on me. Whenever I am in sight, you watch. Understood?"

A slight nod of acknowledgement. Of course the thought flicked through his brain, proceed right to left instead. Squelched in it's tracks. Luna was different from Nina. Scenarios were starting to process out, plinko chips working down the pegs. Her commands. Her tools. His positioning. The tacks. Fuck. Plink, plink, plink.

Compliance was his only option. A slow rise, working left to right on removal of socks and sneakers. Neatly placed aside. Legs replanted an appropriate distance apart. Fingers interlock, resting on nape of neck. Felt like prison. Effective. A deep breath before fully committing to his choice. Weight shifting, rising heels of floor. Instantly pressure builds in his metatarsals.

"How many layers of clothing are you wearing?"

Not terribly much. A simple t-shirt. Jeans and boxers remained for his lower half. Suddenly that didn't feel like enough fabric. Amazing how that happened.

"1 upper layer, 2 lower layers."

No movement to remove them though. He hadn't been told. Premature movement wouldn't end well. Simon Says on steroids & straight razors. A flashback to his stint in the Army. Drill Sergeants didn't use tacks, just push-ups and running in South Carolina heat. Your in a bad situation when suddenly that's a fond memory...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He is fit. His body a perfectly balanced machine. That means that I can have what I want. Balance. Watchfulness. Silence. Having what I want, as anyone knows, makes me very happy.

"You look...yummy. Very nice posture."

The voice does that thing~low growling purr. It's fine though. Just means I am focused upon him, on his need, his want, his desire and am no longer simply thinking of my own.

I am a bit of a Sadist. A damned good one. Most of my games are mind to mind, not physical, only mental. But mental games hurt...in a way that can not be fixed with iodine and a band-aid. I love that.

Picking up the thumb tacks, I hold them in the palm of my left hand and offer them to his sight, like a sacrifice.

"You DO know where these are going, don't you??"

Moving in. Small hand running along his shoulder, down his chest belly, covered groin...and then I kneel, my eyes ALWAYS upon his own. Small right hand positions each tack carefully beneath the sole of his foot. If he were to fall before I am done? It would be a stinging shock, a bit of pain.

I grin up at him and then rise to my feet.

Straight razor is shown next.

"And this is why I asked for layers....I want to remove them myself. You don't mind a little bit of cutting, do you??"

A silence that draws out and becomes filled potential...

"More than likely, the blade won't even touch you...but if it does? You are to be silent. NO noise. I don't like noise. It offends me. I don't believe in gags, in blindfolds. I like for my play toys to be able to see, to watch. And I assume that my toys KNOW that gags are for weaklings. Untrained, untried, spoiled rotten little assholes. I won't have them. So until I ask a question or give permission. You will be silent. No Noise..."

Leaning in, rising up on tip toe, my lips right by his ear.

"After all, Twin can do it...and you are both bigger and stronger than she is."

Small hand flicks open the straight razor.

"Breathe in and hold it..."

The shiny blade finds the neckline of his tee shirt...and begins to cut...down ward.

 

[Jokas_Wild]

Yummy. She just called him yummy. That's a first. He wanted to grin, naturally pleased with himself. Neither the time nor place. Just concentrate on her, maintain eye contact. This was a marathon, not a sprint after all. This was literally brought into focus as she presented the tacks like some sick door prize. Congratulations, you just won potential searing pain into tender flesh riffled with nerve endings.


"You DO know where these are going, don't you?"

He wanted to narrow his eyes in annoyance. A quick sarcastic retort. At least a growl of displeasure. Nothing. Not even a nod of acknowledgement. That was the whole point wasn't it? Half the challenge was to go against every single instinct he possessed. Reactions that were hardwired into his personality. This flippant sense of invulnerability. A fascination with finding "the line" then re-drawing the sucker when one wasn't paying attention. Being flat was a herculean task frankly.

What followed was the glint of the straight razor's metal. Delicate ivory handle. Looked 1920's. She clearly had good taste. The blade wasn't his concern. It was a prop, an implement. He actually relished in it's potential. No, what held his attention was her speech. The first sentence screamed of baiting.

"...You don't mind a little bit of cutting, do you?"

Nothing. Not even an flicker of tongue across teeth. She paused for several beats before resuming. Prodding. Challenging. Laying out expectations in such a fashion that failure became a demeaning humiliation. He would be labeled a weakling, untrained. His teeth grit ever so slightly. But no words. No movement. Eyes following her every moment. She wasn't done, leaning into him to whisper what was an unnerving challenge.

"Twin can do it...."

In his brain? Nuclear Holocaust. Physically? A twitch of his jaw, spine stiffening & straightening just that much more. Some part of his brain was now crying out to be physically cut. That some tangible pain would at least redirect his focus. That wasn't going to happen. So he simply took a deep breath as per instructions. Focus on holding it. Nothing else. His skin crawled. Fuck.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He has given me the keys to his downfall, his kingdom, and I don't think he has really become aware of it.

Pride.

I can see it in the flashing of his eyes, in the tautness of his face, in the flush that just rises over his skin. I can sense it in the way he composes himself, the straightness of his spine. Emotional and mental sadism...a beautiful, truly wonderful...thing.

I draw the razor down, keeping the sharp edge pointed away...always away. Not because I don't want his blood. I do. But his pride, his composure. Well they need to be broken first. Allowing him to bleed when I know my words are STILL roiling through his mind will only make his pride, stronger. More concrete.

He won't get to use me to prove himself.

Not yet.

The tee is opened from neck to hem and I can see the expanse of chest and belly. It pleases me.

"Remove the shirt now. Drop it on the ground. Resume your original stance."

The words are staccato.

And before I even finish speaking them, I am kneeling on his left side, my razor's edge working up under the hem of his jeans, beginning it's ascent. The work goes quickly, smoothly. Even denim can not stay me from what I want.

Naked man.

Balanced just so, upon the balls of his feet.

It is an exercise in patience~the rasp of denim parting from the quicksilver edge of gleaming steel. I must cut slowly. I must work~ slowly. And while I am doing so...he must hold still. Must not move. Must not falter. Must stay balanced and taut and ready. Always ready.

Finally, I switch to the right side. I don't bother with words. He doesn't need them and this particular bit is about discovery. MY discovery. Finally, only the waist holds his jeans in place on either side. More concentration. Steady pulling pressure that ends when cut denim puddles between his legs...

I want to knock his feet out from under him, make him wobble.

I don't.

Because more than that? I want to see how long he can take the pressure of being balanced...of not moving...or whimpering...

Finally, I stand before him and smile into his eyes. Then I allow myself to look at him...truly LOOK at him. His shoulders, chest, stomach, arms. The arch in his feet, the splay of his toes, the hairs that cover his calves and thighs. I study him as if he were an all you can eat buffet and I am starving.

My voice is soft, husky.

"Very nice. Remove your boxers. Do not come off of your toes to do so...mind the jeans...kick the whole mess out of your way...resume your position..."

And while I am calling out directions? I am moving toward the stand that holds my toys....because I need the crop....

 

[Jokas_Wild]

Sharpened steel slid through cotton fabric with minimal resistance. While steel effortlessly dissolved shirt, never a hint of that razors edge played near skin. Of course not. That was what he wanted, not her. The first of many denials. He needed to accept that this wasn't his usual type of game. No leeway. Implicit instruction or instant finale. She was speaking. All the murmuring thoughts fell silent. Pay attention.

She wanted the shirt gone. It didn't serve much purpose anymore. Arms unfolded from behind his head, slightly shrugging one shoulder then the other. Every movement designed to be compact, minimal effort lest his shift balance. A dull ache was already starting. Fucking tacks. Hands neatly replaced onto the back his neck.

Watching her.

Always watching her.

On his left side. Starting at the cuff, whispering through the denim with perfected grace of experience. While only separated by a mere breath at moments, still razor never touched flesh. Femoral artery humming beneath flesh.

Fuck.

He wanted to shiver. He wasn't allowed.

Then his right side. A mirror of the left, material curtailing to the blade's every desire. All done ever so deliberate. Methodical. The dull throb in his feet bemoaned the slow pace. Not that she cared. Nor would he flinch. Not yet anyway.

Her voice again. Warm. Sexy. She was pleased. But her request made him balk. Remove his boxers while not coming off his toes. A bitten lip stopped retort about essential balance issues. Physics god damn it!

She wouldn't give a shit.

So instead a moment to think it out. A bit of shimmying. Past the hips and gravity does the rest. Then in true Baryshnikov fashion, raise individual feet from pooled fabric and sliding it away. The left leg went well enough. Certainly wasn't going to be mistaken for a ballet dancer. The right leg shook more, heel stealing a kiss from tip of the tack. A grimace but no sound. Sharpened the focus. Free. Finally.

She's at the table. More toys. Amazing how much tension built during just the simple opening sequence. He was out matched. Good. Should be fun.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I had never before noticed how utterly controlled he can be. Must be from Twin Kin's awesome abilities as a trainer. He wants to curse me out. I can see it in the snap and sizzle of his eyes. I keep asking him to do things that are not easy. Even with the balance of a gymnast, he would have problems. I don't care. He knows it.

So, control is needful. He maintains it. He does what I want. With no fuss, no muss, no bother. I like that. And even though I know his body wants to move, tremble, shake, shiver, fly apart? It doesn't. Which pleases me even more. That means, when the fun gets started? He will fight it...every single step of the way.

To prove he can.

Not to me. Fuck no. Never to me.

To prove that he can to himself.

Originally, I had wanted the crop but something had changed my mind. Slim fingers grab the bowl of ice, the white candle, the feather and the rope. After all, the tacks were there to warn him, to give him something to focus on. I didn't really want him to end up with the tack in the heel of his foot.

The blood I drew from him would come from other areas.

Returning. Stalking closer. Placing my newest collection of toys just before his splayed toes. Then rising, stretching, holding the rope in one small hand. Glancing upward, I note with something akin to glee a Twin's hook, dangling from the ceiling.

Perfection.

One step.

Another.

Until all of me is pressed tightly against him.

His body almost off balance.

Voice then...

"I love sensation play. Did you know that? You can get the best reactions from people who expect big things but are teased with layers upon layers of small things."

One hand slips upward, tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his lower lip, the arch in his brow.

"So first....we tie you...and then we start layering."

Easier said than done, at least at first. I am a shrimp. So it took a few moments to get the rope to the hook and anchored before I could even attempt to wind the soft length around his throat and the hands that lay clasped upon the nape of his neck.

Inserting a finger into the wrapping, the tying, took another moment or three, as I made sure that big movements would not immediately cause him to choke. And then it was the work of the moment to kneel, just behind him and remove the tacks. He didn't know they were gone, but I did. Which would make his struggle to not fall, even better.

"I just adore a naked body to play with, don't you?"

A slight bend of the knee and an ice cube and the lit candle are in hand.

"You be sure to not make a sound, okay?"

Ice cube finds flat male nipple. Circles. Circles. Drawing inward...watching breathlessly as it draws up into a point. A slight hand movement, tilting the candle until just ONE drop of wax hits cold flesh.

Repeat. Left side.

And always, always...looking up, watching his face, judging his color.

SMILING.

Because he has an entire body for me to cool and heat...and I am just getting started.

 

[Jokas_Wild]

An inventory of what she returned with. Ice. Rope. A candle. Feathers. Neither blade nor switch. She was going for the slow build. He wanted to growl, hiss and spit, to flex the other facets of his personality. Goading though wouldn’t work and could lead to disastrous consequences. Bella permitted his antics, Luna historically proved less forgiving of such trespasses. So he would remain deftly compliant. It was a different challenge, something that was impossible for him to resist. He certainly wasn’t going to unravel quickly, his pride would never allow such a thing.

She was glancing upwards, his gaze following. The split hook. Memories instantly ignited from a previous experience. He had been brought to his knees by Bella’s ministrations. An involuntary shiver that was only compounded by her curvy form pressing into him. Swaying just slightly as balance shifted. Warm breath, soft sexy words stroked ear drums. She was going to tie him up. A twitching nod of ascent as her palm stroked across his features.

It took a few moments to string him up proper and he was making no complaints. She felt delicious pressed against him, so focused and purposeful. A hint of slack around his throat, enough to breath so long as proper posture was maintained. Apparently the tacks weren’t enough of a challenge. Spectacular. He ached to make a remark but refrained. The noose was a strong determent from his usual argumentative state.

“Don’t make a sound.”

She’s holding the ice and candle. A growl is bitten off just barely though the mental tirade is truly one for the record books. He can’t help but stammer as ice touches skin. Ever shrinking circles until it touched his hardened nipples. Normally, that’d be as far as one would take it, except Luna was deliciously different. That’s why hot wax splashed onto chilled skin.

He bit his lower lip so hard it bled slightly. Nostrils flared, ragged bursts escaping. “Fuck” was lodged somewhere in his esophagus. His eyes stayed on her all the while, even when they were half clenched slits. He could do it, it was just mind over matter. This was going to lead to a few new permanent marks…

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

It is VERY difficult to properly use ice when the male upon whom you are attempting to cool, and eventually, heat is so much taller than you...and standing...with a flat belly. It means that one has to be extremely creative. Good thing for him, I am. The smile that tugs my lips upward is wicked. I know it is. I can't help it. One should ALWAYS enjoy their work and I most definitely do.

The ice cube meanders downward, skimming over chest and belly before finally hitting that delicious length that beckons for a touch, a stroke, something to make it wake up and...breathe. I know that I shouldn't tease so, it's not nice, not appropriate, but fuck it. I have waited entirely too long for this particular male in this particular way. At this point? I am in this for my own PERSONAL enjoyment.

Between long slicks of melting ice, the candle is tilted a time or two, finding spots that the ice has not yet danced upon. A hip bone, his chest. A drip and another, layering, building, leaving pretty wax on taut flesh in direct opposition to the cold trails left behind from wandering...fingers.

"I think I might..."

Hand grips his manhood, cradles it, ever so gently while the other drips wax along the shaft. Once...again. A third time. Ice is used to immediately cool the heat. Small hand stroking ice along the delicate flesh, until the whole of it just melts...away.

"Lovely."

Because I have his hands anchored to the back of his neck, it is impossible to use ice on his lower arms. That sucks but I muddle through by scooping up another ice cube to trail under his arms. No candle there, the wax could cause a burn, due to the heat. Hell, I could burn him, due to the flames. That...would not be...smart.

Might be fun. Wouldn't be...smart.

It hits me, all at once, that I am singing. Something low, slow, sexual.

"Let me lick you up and down till you say stop
Let me play with your body, baby, make you real hot
Let me do all the things you want me to do
'Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you"

The ice is trailed to the rhythm of that song, the wax is dripped on the down beats. Eventually, I grow weary of the ice, the candle. He is dotted heavily now with splashes of white. I step away from him, brown eyes gazing at his face. It is there that I see a fine trickle of blood.

"Oh. MY. Is that for me?"

I step forward, once more, and rise up on tip toe so that my tongue can catch the fine red ribbon which seeps from his bottom lip. His expression is...almost a NON-expression. I am not sure if that's because he is angry, hurting, or just in the mood to rip something up.

I press as closely as possible, a firm leg rising to grip his hip. His balance will falter soon, if I stay like this. I decide then that I should give him something else to think upon. A small hand drops down~gliding over flesh until I reach that spot from which all blessings...flow.

Strong fingers wrap around the shaft and give a few firm tugs.

"Tell me~was the wax too much?"

The fingers continue their stroking as my left foot twines round his ankle and pulls.