In a Coffin
Chapter 7: A Game of Dominance
Unconsciously, I begin to hum a made up tone in pace of my hands and the stirring. I melt in exactly one eighth of the clear wax and add a good and heathy amount off tone 3 foundation powder. It is a beautiful color but I am not too sure about for candles. I suppose it does not matter though. We will burn them down any way. I stir until the powder becomes one with the melting liquid. I leave the ladle on the counter and turn to the man behind me.
"So um what scent are we going to add?" He freezes with closing a cap and turns my way.
"Why scent my dear? If you wish we could but that would be a waste." I am confused at his response. So we are making candles with no scent? How odd. Then again this mortician and his whole world are odd. I check the wax and remove it from the fire.
"Here we are." He inspects it and smiles.
"You did a very lovely job m'dear. Have you made this before?" He looks curious and it makes me blush a bit. On my pale skin it probably looks like a tomato sauce was on my cheeks.
"I used to make these candles with my mother when I was young." He giggles and shakes his head in that way when you feel the person knows something you do not.
"Now we must add my liquid and cool it for a few hours." He grabs the bucket of the liquids he mixed and pours it into my wax. I lean in a bit and some of my hair slips into the pot. I pull back and grab the wax coated chunk before it smears the rest of my hair. The wax color is almost exactly like my hair.
"Oh, my, it looks as if you will need to get that out m'dear. Here let me help you." With that he grabs me up bridal style and walks us out of the kitchen room. We reach the restroom and he puts me gently on a stool by a basin. In seconds he has the basin filled with warm water and is cleaning the wax out of my hair. I think back to my dream last night. I fumble with the hem of my dress. The feeling of his lips. I squirm a bit in my place and wonder if they would feel the same in real life. I notice the hand in my hair stops moving and I look up wondering what is wrong. The second I lift my head I meet undertakers alluring eyes. Before I could ask why he had stopped he cups my chin and clashes our mouths together. The force makes our teeth hit and I close my eyes. Oh god. This is addicting. He reaches into my hair and grips harshly. A deep moan escapes my throat and into his mouth. What? Why did that feel good? I wrap my arms around his neck and pull the kiss deeper .I am used to leading because of my previous job, but instead of him following he begins a game of dominance. I feel his tongue skim my lip and I allow him entry, which he accepts and begins an exploration of my mouth. He tastes so good. I bite down playfully and he grins against my lips. I take the chance to grab a fistful of his sliver traces and yank roughly towards the ground. He is startled but obliges. I straddle him and bend over his chest to kiss him more. He places his hand on my butt and slides upwards, expertly slipping his hands under my skirt and on my skin. I shiver at the feeling and he sits up and hugs me to his chest, kissing me. When I open my eyes we have switched positions and he has his legs in between mine. He grips my hair once more and tugs so I am forced to arch my neck. He giggles seductively and trails his tongue over the sensitive flesh. I moan again and tighten my grip around his hair. He teases there until I am panting with want. He tears the front of my dress with his nails and moves his tongue and mouth down onto my chest. I gasp when he scratches the spot under my rib cage where I am very sensitive. He notices and scratches a bit harder, I moan and he bites softly.
"Oh god. Yes." I am not used to receiving the pleasure and so this is enough to make me feel drugged.
He moves farther south and hits my vagina with a rough lap of his tongue. I arch my back into his mouth. I removes his mouth from my womanly hood and I am too much in heaven to come back at the moment to figure out why until he slips a finger inside of me. I scream out in pleasure and I revel in the sensation his nails bring, scraping the insides of my vagina, giving me a new experience. He begins to trust it in and out and adds two more. I almost collapse in ecstasy. He bites my clit and it sends me over the edge. I moan in pure bliss as I come around his digits. Oh god. It is so intense. After several moments I sit up and realize I am terribly tired. Undertaker is cleaning his fingers clean with his tongue and looks satisfied. He smiles as he finishes and picks me up yet again.
He takes me into the bedroom I stayed in last night and strips me of what is left of my clothing. I lay under the covers too exhausted to say anything. He tucks the blankets around me and fetches a cool wash rag from the kitchen. He starts to hum as he wipes my face with the cloth. When he finishes he sits up and kisses my forehead. He walks to the door and takes one last look at me before heading out. I smiles as sleep claims my body.
