Burning Passion

Written for Lamia of the Dark's Return of the Daily Weird Prompt Thing
Prompt - fireplay/branding

Combined with the All About You challenge
Prompt 14 - write about Scabior

Warning: story contains BDSM, fire whipping, spanking, and sexual content.

He began by making her strip, then ordering her to her knees in front of the bed.

Like always, she obeyed her husband's orders, lowering herself to the floor on her knees while bending over the bed. All around her candles were winking in darkness of their bedroom, casting dancing shadows upon the walls.

Scabior stood behind her, leaning over her as he removed the plaid scarf from around his neck. He ordered her to hold her arms out in front of her on the bed, and Draconius obediently followed his orders.

"Tha's a good girl," he said, as he began to bind her wrists together with his scarf. He took the remaining material and wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes, then stuffed the end of his scarf in her mouth.

This was why Scabior always wore a scarf. He liked his women bound and gagged, and the flowing material of his long scarf was enough to keep his wife tied up nice and tight, all wrapped up like a lovely little present.

"You're going to need tha gag, my lovely," he said, leaning in close and whispering in her ear, his breath hot against her cheek. "I don't want you making too much noise when I bring out your surprise. An remember," he added warningly, "you are not to come unless I say so. Only good little girls get a reward. But they 'ave to earn it first."

Scabior ran his hand down her back, releshing the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers. He smiled at her breathy sigh as his fingers traced the subtle curves of her bottom, then reached down and slipped his fingers into her wet, warm center.

He felt her body shudder as he began thrusting into her with his fingers. He continued moving in and out of her, until he heard her moan around the gag in her mouth, and felt her inner walls clench around him.

He quickly pulled out of her, his fingers still wet with her luscious fluids, and slapped her across the arse, hard.

"I didn't say tha you could come," he growled, spanking her again until she whimpered and bowed her head in submission, her forehead resting against her bound wrists.

"Tha's better," he said. "Now are you going to be'ave, pet?"

"Mm-hmm." She nodded, the short strip of fabric that bound her wrists and covered her eyes allowing little room for movement.

"Good."

Scabior backed up off her, removing his wand from a pocket in his plaid pants. He waved his wand in a wide arch in the air, conjuring a whip made of shimmering red flames from the tip of his wand.

A wide grin spread across his face, his features illuminated in the flickering firelight.

He reared back and swung the burning whip, striking his wife across her exposed arse. She cried out against the gag in her mouth, feeling the burning sting of the blazing whip across her flesh. Scabior swung the whip again, each time leaving behind red, inflamed trails across her arse where the whip seared through her skin, his wife moaning and whimpering each time the whip made contact.

He continued to whip her until the air shimmered from the heat from the fire, dancing in undulating waves as tiny embers filled the air, and drops of blood from her burning wounds began to trickle down her thighs.

"Remember, I told you not to come!" he said when a particularly loud cry escaped her lips.

When he was finished, Scabior vanished the flaming whip, then summoned a jar of burn-healing paste from the shelf on the dresser. He unscrewed the lid on the jar and knelt down behind her, rubbing the thick, orange paste on her buttocks, soothing her sore flesh.

Draconius sighed, feeling relief spread through her as Scabior tended to her burns. The rush she felt - that they both felt - during acts like this made their passion burn like fire. But there was still something she longed for, something she wanted and craved with every ounce of her body, and that was to feel her release.

"You've been a very good girl tonight," said Scabior. He finished putting the paste on the last of her burns, then wiped his hands clean on a towel. "I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl."

Scabior reached between her legs, finding her most sensitive area and caressing it gently with the pad of his thumb. He then slid his fingers back into her, moving inside her while skillfully manipulating the sensitive outer areas of her womanhood.

Draconius practically screamed and bit down on the scarf in her mouth. Her hips jerked forward as the muscles in her thighs spasmed in convulsive waves of pleasure.

She had been a good girl, enduring the pain of fire for her lover. And now at last she had earned her reward.