What Happens Behind Closed Doors - Sex Stories

What Happens Behind Closed Doors

... to take you into her mouth? It’s a bit too soon, don’t you think? There’s plenty of things to do before any of that, sweetie.”

What does she mean? She slithers off of the bed and reaches down, digging around in a bag for something. My mind is just scrambled, trying to piece together what the hell is actually happening right now. She answers some of my inner questions, pulling out a candle, a lighter, two suction cups, an ice tray, a collar and leash, and a vibrator.

What the fuck? I’m not into this. I hated when she even suggested we do this. It’s why we broke up. This is way too freaky for me. So why am I getting more excited the more I look at everything?

“Looks like you can’t wait to get started, honey,” she says with a giggle as she grabs the candle and ignites it with the lighter before placing it on the nightstand.

I try voicing my disapproval through the tape, hoping that she’ll get the hint that I don’t want any of this. But she brings a hand to my already covered lips, saying in a low seductive tone,

“Shh. I know, baby. So let mommy take care of you, Willie.”

William? Wha-...What kind of sick, twisted, disgusting thoughts travel in her head? What kind of roleplaying has she been wanting me to act out? She interrupts my confused thoughts by applying the suction cups on my chest, covering my nipples before twisting them. It’s not so bad at first, but after moments of them being attached to me, I feel them pulling away at my chest. It’s so ...

... uncomfortable. I try squirming to get them off of me, but that’s only making it worse. I hate this. But why does my body like it?!

“Yeah, baby, squirm for mommy,” Ashley taunts, bringing an ice cube to my chest, circling the suction cups, “You like that, huh? This is what you wanted from mommy? Were you jealous of mommy trying these things out on everyone but you? Yeah, I know, baby. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore, do you?”

I can’t take much more of this. Between the discomfort of the suction cups and the freezing cold ice cube, I’d rather she just kill me. But for some reason, my body is just begging for more. Ashley grabs my shaft with her free hand, slowly stroking it as she hums her tune that she’d sing when we dated. She then giggles before finally taking the ice cube off of my body and popping it into her mouth, chewing it. What’s wrong with this woman?

She then grabs the candle, twirling it as if it were a cup of wine before leaning down and licking all around my body, trailing the crunched up ice all over me, making me squirm even more in discomfort. It’s so fucking cold. Why is it colder? She then brings the candle to my stomach, slowly dripping the wax along my torso.

I try screaming in agony, but for some reason, it’s coming out as a moan of pleasure. Why is my body betraying me like this?! It hurts so fucking much! But-...but...it hurts...so...good.

“Ooo, yeah,” she teases, trailing the drops of blistering hot candle wax along my body, “Moan for ...