Page 125 of Deliverance

“No, you’re not,” I whine, sinking my teeth into my lower lip.

“No, I’m not,” she says, swirling the candle for a few seconds before pouring the most she has yet.

“Ahh,” I cry out before that cry turns into a moan.

“There’s my girl. Look how well you play with me. I know you like a little pain with your pleasure, and I figured this was a good start to show you how much fun we can have together.”

“Do you do this with all the girls you sleep with?” I ask breathlessly.

Her eyes darken as she hovers the candle over my thighs, pausing as she looks at me.

“Never. Only you.”

Satisfaction thrums through me at that before she tips the candle completely upside down, still finger fucking me as I cry out.

“Fuuuuck! Maggie!” I moan.

“That’s it. Deep breaths, baby. You can take it,” she says before her cool breath blows on the wax, hardening it in seconds.

I’m practically a shaking, weeping mess, my orgasm so close, yet so out of reach. Fuck, I just want to come. I want to come so fucking bad.

“What’s the matter?” she taunts, pulling her fingers out and back in, out and back in again.

“You fucking know,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Y-you’re purposefully keeping me on the e-edge.”

“Am I?” she grins.

“Yes!” I snarl. “Now fucking make me come!”

Maggie tsks and shakes her head as she keeps up the same, slow as molasses, pace.

“That’s not a very nice way to ask for an orgasm.”

“Please,” I snap.

She shakes her head, and I huff out a breath.

“Please, Maggie. Let me come,” I say a little softer, but not soft enough apparently.

“Beg,” Maggie says.

“What?”

“Beg for me to let you come. Beg for mommy.”

I don’t beg. Ever. But fuck me, if I don’t come immediately, I’m going to fucking die. So, I do. I tell her anything and everything she could want to hear and hope to god it’s enough.

“Please, Maggie. Please mommy. Please let me come. I need it so bad. Please, please, please,” I whimper, grinding myself against her like I can pry my orgasm from her hands.

She grins, curling her fingers against my g-spot as her thumb comes to my clit, rubbing gentle circles around it that quickly become my undoing. The stimulation from the heat of the wax and the hardening of it, the pain and pleasure, the teasing. It’s all too much. My vision shifts, spots dancing across my eyes, and it feels like my soul leaves my body for a moment as I shatter.

“Oh god! Oh shit! Shit! Fuck! Mommy!” I moan.

I feel that familiar sensation as a gush leaves me, soaking the bed and Maggie’s hand as she continues finger fucking me through it. The feeling is euphoric and I bask in it. Fuck. It’s been so long since I’ve squirted. I was embarrassed about it the first few times, but Maggie taught me to embrace it, to enjoy it, and I know she is about to lick me clean, so who really cares?

“Fuck,” Maggie moans, pulling her fingers out of me before sucking on them.

I quickly pull at her shorts, undoing the buttons quickly, and shove them to the floor along with her panties. She works on her shirt and her bra, together getting her naked in less than five seconds, before she’s climbing onto the bed.