Love Agreement With The King

Chapter 231 - Vanilla

[smut alert, don't read if uncomfortable]

John smirked, "see." He murmured, his tone of voice was proud making Roselyn regret her inability to control herself.

His tongue began to circular move around Roselyn's clitoris expanding the circular motions over and over in a sensual movement making Roselyn moan as shivers of passion ran down her spine and a feel of sudden freshness invaded her core. Her hands when to clench against her sheet.

Roselyn closed her eyes to benefit fully from his work until all of a sudden he stopped, Roselyn opened her eyes astonished to see him appear in front of his special closet where he kept all his toys and objects of pleasure.

He turned around when he spotted Roselyn staring at him he knitted his eyebrows, in a severe voice he ordered, "close your eyes and keep them close."

Roselyn smirked before closing her eyes, she felt her curiosity pushing her to open her eyes but she tried not to.

Since John knew her very well he soon grabbed a bandage and wrapped it over her eyes before he dedicated himself to tie her wrists to the bed's bars so that she couldn't remove the bandage and she had no other choice than keeping her eyes closed. When he rushed toward that table again he grabbed few candles. Roselyn heard the noise of the lighter clicking and the wick of the candle started to burn.

In few instants vanilla scent filled the room making Roselyn's mind take a romantic direction, she inhaled the delicate relaxing scent, and before she could realize it her back was arched again.

How she wished she could see what he was doing, if only she wasn't tied maybe she could realize what she was involved in.

The lighter clicked more times but Roselyn was too immersed in that vanilla paradise to count the number of candles he lit. In few more instants, the room was bathed in the dim flickering light, the vanilla scent was so mesmerizing to make Roselyn forget where she was and dissolve in that nuzzling and delectably perfume it provided. She could hear John's footsteps knocking against the marble floor and the more he got closer the more the scent intensified bringing more mystery to his actions and having Roselyn came back to reality.

"Do you like the scent?" John asked as he traveled his hand toward Roselyn's naked shoulders and between her breasts. A shiver ran toward her spine and she arched her back once again only to murmur, "yes."

Her senses were inebriated by that relaxing scent intensifying the emotion of the moment. John managed the keep two candles practically with one hand like if he was used to do that.

"These are special wax candles. As they burn they melt a special massage oil. The only thing you need to do is bear the heat for few instants before it turns into pleasure. Can you do that for me, Roselyn?" John asked and without thinking twice Roselyn immediately nodded.

He smiled, as he leaned closer to her ear, "good, girl." He whispered, hearing his compliment Roselyn released a long breath trying to suffocate a moan, and held her breath.

She couldn't see nor move her head and the curiosity of not knowing where he would let the candle drip the oil was making Roselyn oddly more excited at the idea.

However John didn't let her much time to wonder as a heated drop fell over Roselyn's rib, the hotness was gone in a flash. It stung only a bit, enough to release the pleasure sensation and leaving her longing for more.

John inclined the candle more and the candle dripped faster so he moved it slowly toward Roselyn's breast. At that point she couldn't refrain anymore it stung her leaving her in a minimal pain that as soon as it touched her skin turned into pleasure.

Roselyn's skin filled with goosebumps as her mind began to wonder how great it would be on her nipple.

Her breath drew in sharp and vanilla wasn't anymore the only thing that filled the room as at every drip that touched Roselyn's skin a new moan she gave.

It felt so good as if she could touch the sky with her hand.

The sensation was so amazing and weird at the same time, the candle's drips burned for a second before cooling down and sent strokes of pleasures all around that area like a release of muscles and a proper massage.

When the drops touched Roselyn's nipple she moaned in anticipation, it burned more than when the drops fell over her ribs but at the same time, it also gave her more pleasure.

She breathed out as another moan escaped her lips, "don't stop please." She begged as that feeling was the best feeling she ever experienced in her life. "Keep going."

It was like her whole skin was massaged and little strokes of pleasure immerged her body to leave her poisoned in passion and desire.

Another drop fell over Roselyn's hard nipple, she could feel her intimacy pulsing and wettening even more without even being touched.

The scent of vanilla expanded in the room and her body heated up soaking every drop.

Tingling sensations broke out in her skin causing her breath to quicken between the moans until Roselyn felt John's touch messaging the oil the candles released, he started to massage Roselyn's bare smooth skin at each motion she was pushed closer to her core.

When the candle's drops touched Roselyn's inner thighs she moaned out so aloud to awake the death and unconsciously she wriggled her hands forgetting she was tied, her tensed muscles hurt for a second as the ropes gripped over her wrists tighter but soon the pain was the last thing she remembered when more drips fell a bit closer to her intimacy.

If it existed a dimension of pleasure Roselyn knocked at the door at least a hundred times after that night only to find one person to open that door: John.