Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair Read Online Free PDF

her, and resumed his former place astride her waist,
his cock resting across her stomach when he leaned forward. He
carefully judged the distance from the candle to her nipple then
tilted it until a drop of melted wax fell free. It splashed near
the peak of her breast, but not directly on it. She gasped at the
brief but intense degree of heat, but as the wax cooled, she
thoroughly enjoyed the new sensation adding to the constant thrum
coursing along every nerve in her body. Her hips undulated against
his backside in short, quick strokes.
    “Keep that pussy still!”
    His snapped order came as a shock to her. She
complied, but oh, how she wanted to wiggle and squirm. The warm
buzz throughout her body, but concentrated in her center, seemed to
intensify because she couldn’t move.
    He seemed to be satisfied she wouldn’t move
again and turned his attention to the candle. He let another drop
fall over the first, closer to her nipple, and then another,
building a coating of wax over the tip of her breast. Her reaction
to the others weren’t as strong as the first. The thrill came
mostly from watching him as he played with the hot wax.
    Holding it over her other nipple, he gave it
the same treatment. Again, she gasped with that first droplet, the
others adding nuance to the sensation.
    She watched him blow out the candle, a wisp
of smoke trailing from the blackened wick. He carefully placed it
on the nightstand, in a glass dish she hadn’t noticed before. He
carefully peeled the cooled wax away from her nipple then swirled
the piece of ice around the peak and finally across it. Her body
arched with the extreme opposite on her now sensitive skin.
    Moaning, she raised her hips and rubbed her
mons against his butt. With the lighted candle out of the way,
surely it was safe to move now. Oh, why didn’t he fuck her and end
the madness that that had seeped into every cell of her body?
    Stone reached around and slapped her butt
cheek. The slight sting enhanced her excitement and she squirmed
against him more. He spanked her a second time, harder than the
first, and her eyes popped open to look up at him.
    “I haven’t told you to move your pussy,” he
said with a wicked gleam in his eye. “You don’t move it until I
tell you to.”
    She stopped but with difficulty. She wanted
to hump him. She wanted him to fuck her to release the pent-up
sexual tension he had created in her. She wanted relief from
the fire and the ice and the razor sharp edge where she balanced.
Her body couldn’t understand why it couldn’t have that release.
    In the back of her mind, she wondered why. It
would be so easy, a few strokes and she would be over the edge and
over the moon. She remembered how she’d felt when Stone made her
come in the restaurant behind the potted palms as she rubbed
herself against his rock-hard cock. Even through the layers of
their clothing, she had felt his incredible heat mingle with
hers.
    She wanted that same release now .
Thinking about how it had felt made it worse now that she couldn’t
have it.
    He stuck the ice into his mouth and quickly
moved from astride her to position himself between her thighs. She
looked down and imagined him licking and sucking and being able to
come. She could barely stand the waiting and keeping her hips
still.
    First, he blew ice-cooled air over her labia.
Her inner muscles contracted—he had no control over that. Her legs
wanted to spread farther and her pelvis wanted to gyrate, but she
remained still. Then he wrapped his arms around her thighs, his
fingers pushing her skin toward her stomach and pulling her pussy
taut. With the ice and his tongue between his lips, he slowly
traced her outer lips over and over, sometimes moving to the
creases of her thighs. She shivered with the cold and unfulfilled
desire. She cried out, a long, simpering sound, and stretched her
head back as far as it would go. She yanked on the ties that bound
her to the bed, willing them to come undone so she could