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  Hadley felt her face turn red. “Yes, of course. Sorry.”

  “Not at all, Hadley. Most people think nothing of talking about anything that pops into their head when they are eating. But the truth is that food is one of the most divine pleasures we have in life – aside from sexual pleasures that is. It should be enjoyed without having to think about anything else.”

  “I guess I never really thought about it like that,” she told him. “The food really is delicious though.”

  “The thing is, if you were paying too much attention to any other thing, you would be more likely to miss the flavors and therefore the entire experience,” he went on.

  She didn’t know how to respond so she just gave him a soft smile to show that she was relaxed and in tune with the tastes since it seemed so important to him. He looked pleased and they finished their dinner in silence.

  Once again, as if waiting in the shadows, the chef appeared the second they had taken the last bite of their food. He must have really trained them well, she thought to herself. If he was trying to impress her he had done it a million times over.

  “I hope you saved room for dessert,” he said. From the intensity in which he was starting at her, she knew that the right answer was yes, she had saved some room. She gave a small nod and his eyes brightened.

  “I can assure you that you will not be disappointed,” he told her. He seemed like an excited child the way he talked about food!

  “I’m sure I won’t be. How could I be after that dinner!” she said feeling nervous all over again. What is she didn’t like it? What if it were something horribly disgusting that she would have to choke it down? As the cart came rolling out again she knew that there was nothing to worry about.

  “This is what is known as the Golden Sundae. I’m not supposed to call it that since it was once an item on the menu of Serendipity 3. That’s was once one of my favorite restaurants in Manhattan … that is until I stole the chef that came up with it,” he told her excitedly.

  “Whoa, wait a second. Back it on up. Did you say you stole their chef? That’s the chef that’s been making our food? Are you serious?” she stuttered, finally grasping the enormity of his wealth, reputation and power.

  “I wouldn’t have to have done it had they just allowed him to give the recipe to my staff, but they were selfish, and like all selfish people they didn’t get the ending they wanted,” he said, truly wanting her to understand that it wasn’t his fault.

  Trying to steer the conversation another way, she started asking him what made this dessert so golden. This made him even happier and of course he knew exactly what was included it. Not surprisingly, he had to put in an order for it 24 hours in advance at the very least in order to get all the ingredients together.

  He appeared to be breaking his own rule by talking all the way up to the last bite of the sundae. She found this amusing but kept that tidbit to herself. She made a mental note of it as she was sure that it would fit into her books profiling section quite neatly.

  “Now, how about a cocktail by candlelight?” he suggested. “I have it all set up in the sitting room.”

  “That sounds perfect,” she answered, allowing him to take her arm and lead the way. It was eerily quiet as if the house were totally empty now. For all she knew it was.

  The room he had taken her too was decorated lavishly in dark colors. The woods were dark and the only colors that she could find were deep reds and golds set against black backdrops. Even the heavy looking curtains were black.

  Even with all the things surrounding her, her eyes settled upon one piece of furniture in the dimly lit room that was aglow only thanks to the strategically placed candles.

  It was a leather seat; a chaise is the first name that came to her mind. It was very long and looked to be made from black leather.

  “It is an amazing piece, isn’t it? Early1900’s is what my dealer told me. It is made of pure black leather of the finest quality. Do you like it?” he asked her.

  “You do have an eye for beauty,” she told him, running her hand over the soft leather in awe.

  “Well I don’t know about all that, but I do know that I found this particular piece quite a necessity. Please, sit down, let me know if you find it comfortable,” he said as he patted the seat.

  She did as he asked. “It actually is kind of comfy,” she said.

  “It is not the softest seat in the house, but I wanted it firmer anyway,” he said. “Although, the leather feels much better against bare skin.”

  Pulling her to her feet, he laced his arm around her back and skillfully unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor with a whooshing sound.

  “Now, lay down on the seat. Face down please,” he told her. It was most definitely an order even with the please added at the end and one that she followed without question even though she was extremely nervous. What could he possibly have in mind?

  “Since this is the beginning of our relationship, I want to get a feel for how you handle things that aren’t considered, shall we say, not mainstream? I already know that you take direction incredibly well and have a fairly firm grasp on your emotions. But, I need to see how you deal with other factors in our relationship,” he explained, still businesslike.

  She so badly wanted to ask him questions but she knew better. Her only solace was in the fact that she knew he would tell her things when he was ready to.

  “Have you ever heard that pleasure and pain are closely related in nature?” he asked her.

  “I have,” she said to him with a tremble in her voice.

  “Wonderful that you’re familiar with the concept. And please, tell me, have you ever experienced this before?”

  Now that she could speak she had no idea what to say! She made a quick sexual inventory in her mind and couldn’t find anything suggestive of pain during sex aside from a pulled muscle or two.

  “Hadley, I asked you a question,” he said, his tone of voice becoming firmer and more insistent.

  “I honestly can’t think of anything to give you an answer with,” she said, ashamed of her shrinking voice.

  “That’s alright, Hadley. Please, always answer me straight away and honestly at all times. Will you promise me that?” he asked from some place she couldn’t see.

  “I promise you,” she said without hesitation.

  “Good. Now, I imagine that when you came in you noticed that the only light in here is candlelight.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “I love candles,” he said as he circled the chair holding her naked body. “Technology is a wonderful thing, but sometimes it saddens me to see the simple pleasures taken for granted. Thus, my love of candles. I also like to play with them. I find the fire intoxicating to say the least. The flames are beautiful and then of course there is the whole pleasure and pain aspect,” he continued.

  Now she was scared. The picture was starting to become clearer by the second as her mind tossed his words around trying to put them together into something she could grasp. That’s when it hit her that he was going to pour hot candle wax on her naked flesh!

  Knowing that if she spoke or objected in any way that this would all be over and she would not only lose the main source for her book, she would also lose out on what was possibly the most amazing sexual adventure of her life! Keeping those things in mind, she kept her wits about her.

  “I would imagine you are getting the image of hot wax being dripped onto your body. Am I correct, Hadley?” he asked her directly.

  “Yes,” she said quickly and simply.

  Now he was right next to her exposed body and she felt his hand at the base of her neck, running slowly and softly down over her back, her ass and to the tips of her toes. She was full of goose bumps.

  “You have lovely skin. Actually, it’s the perfect hue for candle play. Just light enough to see where I’ve been but dark enough that it doesn’t look as if you’ve been scalded,” he explained as he continued to run his hand softly over her body. />
  There was a drawn out silence that made her shudder. If not for his hand she would have thought that she were all alone in that room. And just when she wasn’t expecting it, he broke the silence, making her jump.

  “I’ve changed my mind, I want you to lay on your back,” he decided. And quick to follow instructions, she turned over. Although it was more unnerving to see what was around her, to see him face to face, she was pleased that she wasn’t in the dark anymore.

  As she lay out before him, she heard him let out a breath as if he had been holding it for quite a bit. “Now, typically I would have you bound and gagged before doing this, but since it is your first time with wax, and as a sub, I will give you your space to move … but not too much movement. Understood?” he asked her.

  “Yes. I understand,” she said although she didn’t. How much movement was too much? She decided to play safe and only move when she absolutely felt the need to. In fact, she decided that she was going to really dig her heels in and try not to move at all!

  The problem was that she did not anticipate how it would feel …

  Upon Nate’s instruction, she had closed her eyes.

  “I won’t put a blinder on this first time either, but if you open your eyes I will do it,” he told her.

  It seemed like forever before anything happened. But when she did feel something, she found that she was far from ready for it! Right on her belly at the top of her navel, she felt the burn of the wax as it hit her skin and hardened.

  “How was that?” he asked her. “Remember, fast and honest.”

  “It hurt but not too terribly,” she answered him back as quickly as she could. Damn it really did hurt!

  “That one was a small tester, are you ready for another?” he asked his voice serious and balanced although she could feel a change in the atmosphere. This was what made him tick and he was most definitely ticking!

  “Yes, I’m ready,” she replied.

  Without another word he let some wax fall between her breasts. This time it didn’t hurt as much as it felt good. The next one she wasn’t quite as ready for as it hit her nipple and slide down the side of her breast.

  She had built up this huge fear in her mind about how painful this would be and she steeled her nerves for that pain. What she wasn’t prepared for was the animal like moan that escaped her tight lips.

  She didn’t prepare for the idea that she would actually enjoy this! Now she had an idea of the whole pleasure and pain scenario.

  “More?” he asked her. His voice seemed far off now.

  “Yes, please,” she said, her voice stronger this time.

  “Please what?” he asked her teasingly.

  “Please, pour more wax,” she moaned.

  “Where? Where would you like it, Hadley?”

  “My thighs,” she answered, surprising herself at the utter lack of thought that went into that crazy decision. Was this really her speaking?

  “Ahh, good choice, Hadley. Very good choice indeed,” he said approvingly. “No peeking.”

  She held her breath waiting for the next amazing feeling on her thighs. He seemed to notice her anticipation and revel in it. Why else was it taking so long?

  Just when she was close to breaking a rule and talking to him, she felt it. It was a delicious feeling of pure pleasure. Her entire body was on fire, her nerves singing. And just when her body felt as if it were begging for more, more came.

  This time it was no hot wax, it was Nate’s hot mouth as it slid over her wet slit. With the sting of the wax still hanging on every nerve ending of her body, his tongue felt like it was on fire.

  “How does that feel?” he asked her.

  “Fantastic,” she answered.

  “No, tell me how it feels, Hadley,” he said more specifically.

  He had a horrible way of catching her off guard at the worst moments! How was she to describe how it really felt?

  “It feels like I’m tingling all over …” she said trailing off as he continued probing her with his tongue, apparently satisfied with her answer. Her idea of not moving had gone all to hell by this point.

  “You’re moving too much. If you can’t stay a bit stiller then I will have to remove my mouth which would be a great pity for us both, I’m sure.”

  Damn! She had all but forgotten what their “situation” was. She would have to get a better hold of herself if she was going to make this work.

  “I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized.

  In answer his tongue went back to work, pushing aside her outer lips and closing in on her swollen clit, all slippery wet by now. And just as she felt her orgasm building, he came to a quick halt.

  “Not yet,” was all he said, taking away his mouth where she wanted it to be the most.

  Finally she risked breaking a rule and speaking. She felt if she didn’t she would die right there. “Can I please open my eyes?” she squeaked out before she lost her nerve.

  “You may,” came his surprising answer. She expected some sort of backlash but none came. After opening her eyes it took a few moments for her vision to adjust. Having had them squeezed shut so tightly didn’t help her situation.

  But once all was clear and she was looking upon Nate, she was glad she had risked speaking. He was like some sort of god as he stood over her, his erection huge and lively looking.

  “Do you want to taste it?” he asked her, obviously referring to his cock.

  “Yes, please,” she said, her eyes wide and clear now.

  He positioned himself over the top of her, allowing his erection to come within an inch of her ready mouth. Holding himself balanced on the back of the chair, her head rose up just enough to flick the head of his cock with her tongue.

  “Would you like more?” he asked, not as composed as he had been before. This time he didn’t wait for an answer, but instead lowered himself a bit more so she could take him in further.

  He continued on like this until she could feel his large erection slide down her throat smoothly, like jello. Now it seemed as if it were him who needed to be controlled more than it was her.

  She could feel his need for release as his hips rocked back and forth with her sucking before he stopped dead on an upstroke. Backing off of her, he stood up next to the seat.

  “It’s time to get up,” he said.

  Hadley stood up as she was told to and he took the seat. He was on his back with his legs hanging over the end of the long chair. She just stood there waiting, watching him stroke his cock.

  “Please, have a seat,” he said to her with a small smile. “I promise the chair will be very comfortable now.”

  Hadley happily straddled him as he moved her hips to the exact place he wanted them.

  “I have to have a good view,” he explained. “Now you see, from this vantage point, I can see your tits and your pussy quite well.”

  Knowing that he was hard just for her put the cherry on top of this new adventure.

  “Now, start slowly,” he directed her. And she did. Using her hips and the floor beneath both feet on either side of the seat, she rose and fell at a slow pace even though she wanted to grind into him as hard as she could.

  “Remember, not until I say so,” he reminded her gently as he took her hand and placed it between their bodies, forcing her to rub her own clit. This was pure evil, she thought. With his other hand he reached up and twirled her nipple between his fingers, twisting and pulling to the rhythm of their fucking.

  “Faster,” he ordered her. His breathing had become uneven as his own orgasm built up. “Now. Cum now, Hadley. Cum for me,” he told her in a demanding tone. Even in this moment he was controlled which she found amazing.

  Once again, she felt herself tipping over the edge but this time didn’t have to pull herself back. With each amazing wave of pleasure she pounded into his cock harder and harder.

  “GET DOWN, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME AND PUT MY COCK IN YOUR MOUTH!” he yelled at her. She was totally shocked at this side of him and way to scar
ed not to jump to the command.

  She quickly scattered off of him, nearly slipping in the process, and covered his cock, wet with her fresh juices. As soon as he was in her mouth he blew his load.

  She was so not ready for it and she nearly choked on him. It didn’t seem as if he would ever stop spurting his hot juices in her mouth, and she didn’t want him to. She was enjoying the sweet and salty taste of him and didn’t want to let it go yet. Apparently he was not so ready to let her give it up either.

  “That’s right. Clean me off. I want you to get every last bit of cum washed off my cock,” he told her, less aggressively now that he was nearly breath taken.

  Of course she was more than happy to comply. She took her time making sure to get every taste that she could from him. Even when it wasn’t at full attention, his cock was impressive.

  When she was done, he simply got up from the chair, picked up his clothes, and pointed the way to his guest bathroom so she could get cleaned up.

  When Hadley came out of the bathroom, she found a note on the chair.

  Please meet me in the dining room.

  Well at least he isn’t complicated with his directions, she thought to herself as she went back towards the room she had come from at the start of the evening.

  When she entered the room, there was Nate, sitting at the table, all well put together and staring at an open laptop.

  “I was just going over the notes you brought me. Everything looks fine,” he said shutting the computer.

  “Thanks?” she said, more of a question than a statement.

  “So, Silas is ready to take you home. I had a wonderful evening, I hope you have too,” he said as if they had played a board game instead of fucked.

  She just stared blankly at him, waiting for something else. When he got up and offered to walk her to the door she knew that this was it for the night. How strange this man was, she thought.