Secret Sex Society - Chapter 2

Carrie dated Ben ages ago. Now she watches his eyes and decides he's turned over a new leaf. He walks her down a hidden hall and opens a small closet full of every strap, clamp, and candle you can imagine. She sinks to her knees, grinning a little, as he buckles a thick leather collar around her throat and clips a leash to the ring. He drags the leash tight, lights a candle, and lets wax hit the small of her back in bright dots that burn then cool. Her hips jerk. He dips again, walks the drops lower, faster, testing how long she holds still. When she finally moans he drops the candle, grabs her leash, and sinks into her hard. Each thrust he pulls her head back, twists her nipples so her cries stutter. Short gasps, long groans, the leash creaks, the floor creaks, and the wax flakes off in tiny white scars across her skin. Not every shade of kink shows up dressed in black.