"Strip," Lucent commanded, giving me no time to inspect these bookshelf candles.
"What?"
"Strip," he repeated.
"What if I don't want to be punished?" I asked.
"Regardless of whether you accept punishment or not, I'd prefer you to be nak*d."
"Oh," I said, and my dumb mouth added, "Are we going to have sex?"
He shrugged, nonchalant. "If you don't want to have sex with me, feel free not to strip."
I don't think I'd ever removed my clothes faster. Was that desperate? Giving him the wrong idea? Except it was Lucent and, really, he had to know that I wanted him by now, didn't he? I mean, I'd invaded his privacy at his office, ignored his message saying we couldn't see each other again, refused to leave when he said he couldn't interview me for the day, come up with a plan to get him to see me being spanked by someone else, and...
I was weird, I decided. I'd never thought I was especially weird before, but what kind of person did those things? In hindsight, I realized how weird I was, but currently I accepted myself. Also, Lucent wanted me to strip and he wanted to punish me(with candles?), so presumably he accepted my weirdness, too.
For some odd reason, this made me very happy.
Excited and curious, I folded my clothes and lay them in a pile on the cushioned table. Top, then skirt, folded underwear, my bra, and the stockings. My heels didn't go on the pile, they went on the floor. And then I was nak*d.
Lucent admired me and I blushed under his gaze. I didn't mind being nak*d with him, but he wasn't nak*d, so it seemed a little... more? Embarrassing? Uncomfortable? A good uncomfortable, though. My stomach tightened and my heart beat fast and a pervasive flutter of excitement teased at the core of my body.
"Are you going to get nak*d, too?" I asked when he hadn't said anything for awhile.
Content with taking measure of my nudity and my body's curves, Lucent said nothing for awhile more. Finally he gave in, though. "In due time, yes. Lay on your back on the table, Miss Tanner."
"Alright." I moved my clothes to the floor, then took their place. Sitting on the table, I swung my legs up, then lay down and stared at the ceiling.
Yes, this definitely reminded me of a doctor's office. I was glad Lucent didn't have stirrups, because that might've been odd, and this was already kind of odd, so that just wouldn't work.
"What candle scent do you enjoy?" he asked.
"I like lilacs," I said.
Lucent nodded. Without even thinking, he strode towards a bookcase in the corner and retrieved some candles. Stacking them on the smaller table near me, he put them into order. A white one, purple, pink, two greens, and a brown. Quickly unscrewing the lids off of each candle, he set them into a circle. Opening one of the drawers in the side of the table, he pulled out a specialty candle lighter and proceeded to ignite each wick, one by one.
The smell of lilacs filled the room, slowly at first, let loose when Lucent removed the tops from the candle jars, and then faster and more prominently as the flames melted the scented wax. Belatedly, I realized that all of those candles were lilac scented, even though they were different colors.
"How many candles do you have?" I asked.
"I don't keep track," he said with a shrug. "I maintain a certain amount for each scent and color, but other than that I find it unnecessary to keep careful inventory of every one. If I need more, I order them."
"I don't quite understand how any of this is a punishment," I said.
"Ah, well..." He grinned and came up alongside me, placing his hands on my stomach and kneading my skin lightly beneath his fingers. "As to that, I shall explain."
I wanted to say something, but I could only nod. My stomach still felt tight and excited, and with the addition of Lucent's fingers, my body was beginning to wind up more and more, compressed like a spring but ready to leap up and let loose my eagerness at any moment. Oh God.
Lucent slowly caressed along my stomach, teasing at my belly button. One of his hands roamed upwards towards my nak*d br**sts, while the other meandered downwards towards my pubic hair.
"First," Lucent said, "I shall cover your body in mineral oil, Miss Tanner. Pharmaceutical grade, and extremely safe, though also extremely slippery. Think of it like a massage oil, if you will."
"I don't think a massage is punishment," I said.
"No, not really," he agreed. "The oil is a necessity to insure that the wax comes off easily. Otherwise we risk pulling out hair and causing unnecessary pain and stress. This isn't usually too much of a problem, to be honest, except when it comes to--" His fingers teased along my pubic hair, dancing down to my slit, and carefully spreading my labia.
I gasped aloud and my hands grabbed at the edges of the table. Gently, Lucent pushed his finger inside of me. Apparently not all of my body needed mineral oil; some of me was quite slippery already. He kept going, not stopping like he had before at the club. All the way inside of me, in, further, his finger exploring my depths. Playful and light, he rubbed along the roof of my p**sy, ever so close to my pleasure's core.
"I like this," he said, brushing my pubic hair with his thumb. "I believe I'd enjoy shaving it off of you, too, though. Not now, of course, but later. We'll see."
"Lucent," I panted. I intended to let him know that this wasn't really any kind of punishment I disliked, but then I realized what I was about to say and stopped. If he wanted to punish me this way, who was I to complain?
He grinned at me, almost as if he knew my thoughts completely. "As I was saying," he said. "The oil acts as a slight deterrent to the melted wax. It makes the removal process easier in the long run, though it also increases the difficulty of some of my other plans. It's better to err on the side of caution with that, though."
I breathed hard, my body tensing at the pleasant feeling of his finger rubbing gently inside of me. And... wait, what? "Uh... melted wax?"
"Yes, Miss Tanner," he said. "Your punishment involves dripping hot, melted wax atop your body."
"Won't..." My mind was a mess of distraction with his finger inside of me. "Won't it hurt?"
"No," he said, then added, "I promise you it won't hurt. It may become somewhat uncomfortable at times, but that is fleeting. For the most part, it will simply be a pleasant warmth. I use soy candles, Miss Tanner. The wax melts at a more consistently lower temperature, and thus removes most risk of burning."
"I..." I wanted to believe him, but this was wax, melted and hot, and flames, candles, and...
He picked up one of the candles and held it alongside the table next to me. I stared at the flame, watching it flicker to and fro. A small pool of wax had formed beneath the fiery wick while we spoke, moving outwards towards its glass container.
"Trust me," he said. "Dip your finger in the wax quickly. I promise it won't hurt."
I wanted to trust him, but I wasn't sure. I didn't need to do this, I remembered. I didn't need to accept punishment. This wasn't like with Cole where he didn't tell me anything and didn't let me change my mind. Lucent wasn't like that.
In the library, what seemed like ages ago now, he told me he wouldn't hurt me, too. He promised and I believed him.
I dipped the tip of my finger in the melted wax and then pulled it out. Warmth, but nothing more. I watched, curious, as the wax slowly dried on my fingertip and left a smooth, soft casing on my skin. No pain, no hurt, nothing bad.
"See?" he said, smiling.
I nodded. I nodded and he still had his finger inside of me, but now he was focusing more intently on my g-spot. Distracted by the melted wax momentarily, I soon returned to my previous point of distraction.
"The wax is mostly harmless when touching against the skin quickly," Lucent said while delving inside of me with his finger. "Now, I'm going to show you the worst of it, Miss Tanner, but I promise not to hurt you. Do you understand?"
"Lucent, I..." I nodded. He really shouldn't explain these things to me while playing with my body, I thought.
Moving the white candle over my chest, above my br**sts and towards my nipple, he tipped it sideways until the pool of wax dripped along to the opening of the container, and then he tipped it a slight bit more. A steady stream of melted wax dripped onto my hardened nipple.
Warm, smooth and nice, but the wax kept dripping. Warmer, warmer still, extremely warm. Barely almost burning, like an extremely hot shower, but just that. Lucent moved the candle away, leaving it on the side of the table again.
My nipple tingled and burned, but in a nice way; a different way. The wax dripped and dribbled along my sensitive skin, leaving trails of warmth down my breast. As if this weren't enough, Lucent grabbed my nipple between two fingers and tugged and pulled at it. I moaned and gasped and arched my back. He had one finger inside of me and one finger pulling at me and, oh God, I was so close now, so close and I hadn't even realized it, and warmth and heat and molten liquid. My body felt like a candle and my pleasure was melted wax, and I wanted to drip my orgasm all over Lucent, but he stopped.
Just like that, right before I was nearly over the edge, he stopped tugging at my nipple and he pulled his finger out of me. Pouting, confused, not quite sure what to make of this, I stared at the ceiling, unblinking. And what was that on the ceiling? I hadn't noticed before, but there was some sort of rectangular panel directly above me, about as large around as the table beneath me.
"I really wish you hadn't stopped," I said, frowning. I was tempted to finish what Lucent started, but I didn't want to have to. I wanted him to do it himself.
"Punishment," Lucent reminded me. "Did you forget?"
I mumbled and muttered, complaining to him with nonsense words.
He laughed. "I prefer my punishments to end with rewards, if it's any consolation. Not always, but oftentimes. Would you like to know a secret, though, Miss Tanner?"
I looked over at him and nodded.
Lucent leaned down and whispered into my ears. "After I finish covering your sexy-as-fuck body with melted wax, I'm going to f**k every single thought out of your exceptionally curious head until you're nothing more than a mass of pleasure and ecstasy writhing beneath me on this very table."
"Did... what? Did you really..." Did he really just say that? Seriously! "Lucent, um?"
"I don't like asking, Miss Tanner. I want to punish you when and where I see fit. I want to control you and command your body and I want you to be mine, absolutely. I want you to understand this, and I want you to think about it later. For now, I will ask you, though: Do you accept my punishment?"
I really didn't feel like he gave me much of a choice in the matter. Or, more accurately, I didn't think I wanted a choice in the matter. I nodded fast and bit my lower lip. "Yes, I do," I mumbled.
"None of this will hurt, do you understand? I am withholding a minor piece of information from you, but that's because I want to surprise you with it. It is a good, enjoyable surprise, which also won't hurt, and does not involve anything beyond what we've already done together. No wax for that, nothing at all different. If, for whatever reason, you wish to stop, tell me immediately. Any reason whatsoever, Miss Tanner. It need not be because of pain. A simple change of heart will suffice. No safewords. Just tell me you wish to stop, and I will stop."