Secret Sessions - Episode 7

She woke up already wet. The blindfold pressed against her eyelids like silk. Her wrists, crossed above her head, were bound to the headboard with something soft but unyielding. She tested the restraint. It held. A hand brushed the inside of her thigh—slow, deliberate—then withdrew. She heard a soft click, the sound of a lighter, then the faint smell of flame. Wax. The first drop landed just above her navel and spread, hot and perfect. She gasped. Another drop followed, lower, closer to the thin strip of hair she kept trimmed. She arched into the sting. The next drip hit the hood of her clit. It didn’t burn long. Just enough to make her hips jerk. Then cool breath cooled the spot. Lips followed—wet, slow, open. A tongue dragged upward, collecting the wax and her own slick in one motion. She felt fingers part her. Two slid inside without resistance. They curled, found the spot that made her thighs shake, and stayed there, stroking in a steady rhythm. A third finger joined. She moaned. The blindfold stayed. So did the restraints. The mouth moved higher, teeth grazing her nipple before sucking it in hard. She came once with a short, strangled sound. They didn’t stop. Another drop of wax landed between her breasts. Another finger slipped lower, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. She opened for it. The tongue returned, now working her clit in tight circles while the fingers filled her. She came again, harder, mouth open, legs trembling. The restraints didn’t budge. Neither did the mouth.