Seducing the Regency Dom (11 page)

"It hurts." She tried to move away from
the pain but Tony held her down and stroked her head.

"Good girl. Remember you have a safe word and
can use it.
My beautiful Xiao
Māo
.
So good,
so perfect."
The pain changed to exquisite stings, which fell onto
her like a welcome shower in spring. Fast and random, she could only imagine
what was happening. It had to be wax, but how he used it, she had no idea.

 
"You
take the pain and embrace it. Do you know how beautiful you look?
 
With my design on your soft skin, and the
bloom it creates you make my cock hard and needy, slick and wet with need for
you.
Taste."
He put his finger to her mouth, and
Susanna sucked his juices from it. The sweet and salty taste made her moan with
pleasure.

Tony massaged her shoulders and she sank into the
pain of the wax, the pleasure of receiving it and the sensation of being his.
Susanna floated, comforted and cocooned in his attention and pleasure.

Her breathing slowed and Susanna let her eyelids
fluttered closed. A short nap wouldn't come amiss. She didn’t know how long it
was before a kiss to her neck made her mutter and ignore the glass of water he
held to her lips. She kept her eyes closed. A sudden smack to her arse made her
eyes open once more in a hurry.

"You need to drink now, or we play no more. I
know how deep you've been and there's a lot more for you to absorb. Am I
right?"

She giggled. Tony knew her so well. She was nowhere
near that subliminal state she reached when they often played.
 
The one where she floated
in bliss and absorbed everything deep inside herself.

"Yes, My Lord." She struggled to sit up a
little, and let him tilt the glass to her lips once more. She drank deeply.
"Thank you. As ever, you know my needs more than I do."

"Of course, it's my job to do so. Are you happy
for me to peel the wax off your back now? And let me then decorate your
breasts? I know 'tis not very Dom-like to ask, but it will be intense. I think
you are ready."

She gulped and looked toward the glass. Tony
understood the look and handed it to her. Susanna dampened her dry mouth, and
handed it back. "If you think so, then I agree. And yes, I have remembered
my safe words, My Lord."

He kissed her and Susanna drew his tongue into her
mouth to suck and nip at the sensitive surface. Tony let her play for scant
seconds before he pulled back.

"The wax removal can wait. It will work well
later. Lie on your back and stretch your arms out." Susanna did as he
demanded and within seconds the soft silk and supple leather shackles scraped over
the pale skin of her wrists, and fastened her arms at right angles to her body.

"Hmm, your feet.
Open your legs. Not
too wide. A little more, yes, perfect. Now do not move." Tony used his
index finger to scrape over her body from her breastbone to her pubic bone. The
edge of his nail scratched her sensitive skin and increased her arousal. The
hint of pain not realized and the anticipation of things to come created a
frisson of excitement. Already Susanna could feel her climax building and she
writhed on the bed.

"No." Tony slapped her quim. "You
know that. And, Xiao
Māo
,
now you need to be still or I might injure you." He walked toward a side
cupboard, picked something up and approached her once more.

"Why? I thought ‘twas wax you were decor…T-Tony?"
She stuttered when she saw what he carried. Her heart was in her mouth, and she
was sure it thumped loud enough to vie with any church bells in the vicinity.
"What are you going to do with that?"

He grinned.
"My cutthroat?
Why, use it on you, my dear."

The roaring in her ears got louder, like a river in
spate or an angry animal at the Royal Exchange.

"Breathe, Xiao
Māo
…what word do you use? Think
carefully…think about where you are and what we are. Do you trust me, Xiao
Māo
? Do you?"
His voice was level but behind the words his angst filtered through. "Say
your word now, Susanna, say one of those three or I untie you and we stop.
Never to start again."

"What?" She blinked, and shook her head.
The roaring subsided to the mere noise of an autumn wind. "What did you
say?"

"Trust, my dear," Tony said evenly.
"Trust.
It all boils down to that one admittedly
important thing. Do you trust me?"

Susanna knew fine well her jaw dropped. There was no
question. Of course she trusted him. "Why would you think otherwise, My
Lord?"

"You showed no trust in me then. Why would I
harm you? I love you, for heaven’s sake." Tony shouted the words. "I
crave
you,
need you as much as life. I am desolate
when we're apart. You
are
my life. Without
you I no longer have a reason to exist. This," he waved the razor, "this
is because I gave you my word I would denude your quim. You made me promise
that as soon as you were mine I would perform that sweet task. How on earth did
you think I could do so without my razor?" The disappointment in his voice
made her cringe and she couldn't help tears welling in her eyes. Susanna sniffed.
Bound as she was, she couldn't even wipe her eyes.

Tony didn't seem inclined to come to her aid. He
stood next to her, the cutthroat still held loosely between one thumb and
forefinger.

"Please, My Lord. I do trust you."

He said nothing.

How could she convince him? Words were easy, and
bound as she was, actions impossible.

"Tony. My Lord, you are my Master. I do as you
ask. I'm new and inexperienced. All I know I've learned from you. It has been a
somewhat overwhelming day. I was expecting you to hold a candle to show me how
you would decorate me. I had not thought of my shaving."

He stared at her, unmoving and unblinking. Susanna
forced herself to stay still and hold his gaze. After several minutes he
nodded.

She let out her breath in a whoosh.

"Thank you, My Lord."

 
"You may
thank me after your punishment," Tony said at last. "I will decide
what it is to be later. First I'm going to shave you. Then wax you and
then…" He paused. "You will need to wait to discover what then will
be."

His stern tone didn't faze her. Tony would not harm
her, and she knew that. Oh she might not be able to sit comfortably for a week,
but the attention and creams he would administer would, according to Jane, far
outweigh any fleeting pain.

"Yes, My Lord."

 
He smiled
then, and to Susanna it was as if the sun had reappeared after a long absence.

"Let's hope you still say that…after."

She hoped so as well. Tony moved the steel to rest across
the top of her quim and next to the first of the springy red hair that covered
it.

"Ready?"

 
Susanna
nodded. "Yes, My Lord."

With a wicked grin Tony turned the razor so the
sharp side dug into her skin, just enough to remind her how sharp it truly was.
It was an effort, but Susanna forced herself to breathe steadily and without
fear.

"Good girl, Xiao
Māo
. You are brave and I love you."
Tony turned the blade once more and with one hand held the hairs up from her
body and let his razor slice through them like a scythe through straw. The
touch of the cold metal, the way her hair fell away, and the intent look on
Tony's face excited her. The erotic sight made her stomach quiver and her
nipples tighten to the point of pain. In the way he often did, Tony must have
sensed her arousal.
"Almost done."
He made
one last cut, put the razor down carefully onto a nearby table and ran his hand
over her bare and smooth quim. Susanna lifted her head and looked down at her
body. The smooth mound was perfection.

"I love it," she said. "Oh, Tony, it
is amazing. Ohh ah, so is that." She clenched her channel muscles as he
put three fingers inside and started to fill her in a steady thrusting motion.
"I will come."

 
"You
won't…you will wait until I have decorated you. Are you ready for this,
Susanna?
My wedding gift to you?'

"Oh,
yes
."

He smiled. The smile of a satisfied Dom. Tony
withdrew his fingers and pressed a kiss to her cunt lips. "Then let me
show you how beautiful you look dressed in wax." He lit a tall candle and
waited until the flame burned steadily without flickering.
"Spermaceti
oil.
It burns at a lower heat and won't scar. Breathe evenly and embrace
the pain, my love. This is for you."

He held the candle high above her and gradually
tilted it.

Susanna wanted to hold her breath, but mindful of
Tony's words, she concentrated on keeping her breathing and pulse steady. The
first drop of wax let go of its hold on the candle and danced through the air,
to land on her breast. This time the heat flew from her breast to her cunt and
back again. She gaped, and moaned.
"
Yeeessss
."

 
The next drop
teased her nipple, and the one after her quim. Tony let the drops fall faster
and what seemed like a random pattern became a choreographed dance. When Tony
finally put the candle down, Susanna was sobbing with pleasure.

"So good, so, so good.
Oh,
My Lo
…ord."

Tony pinched her nub. "Fly, Xiao
Māo
, and come for
me."

That was one command she followed with pleasure. She
screamed and flew.

****

"And now, I need to de-wax you. It may pull
some hairs, but I will soothe you better."

It was sometime later, when Tony moved away from her
and retucked the blanket tightly around her.

"Is this my punishment?" Susanna injected
amused hope onto her voice. She knew it wouldn't be.

"Should I say yes?" Tony picked up the
razor again.

"Well, you
could.
You said it might hurt. Punishments hurt."

He laughed. "This time, I'll say yes. Now hold
still. The easiest way to remove the wax is by slicing under it."

 
Susanna
watched, fascinated, as he carefully lifted each piece of wax and set it aside.
The two sections he had surrounded her nipples with he scraped away carefully.
"These I will frame, to remind us of our commitment.
For
your trust is to me what cements us together, not the ceremony in the
church."

 
The simple
words made Susanna's throat close and she swallowed. "I agree," she
said huskily. "Each drop said
I love
you
to me. Each drop reaffirmed my trust for you. I never lost it, just
mislaid it for a moment earlier."

 
"Thank
goodness. Now roll over and let me clean your back."

Susanna did as he asked and the razor touched her
skin. The hairs below her shoulder pulled out as the wax lifted and she jumped
and giggled. "It stings, but oh, My Lord. I have an idea."

 
"Yes?"

"If this wax lifts hairs so easily, we could
set a new trend. Sadly, it is not one that we might repeat in polite society.
You could use it on my quim instead of the razor. Waxing could become the new
way to shave a lady."

He chuckled, and kissed her softly. Life looked as
if it would be anything but tame. His Lady Mystery was perhaps not so
mysterious after all.

On the other hand…

The
End

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