I am not sure if this is what you were thinking of....but, thought I would give it a shot....a little "She said, He said".....and left to the reader to finish....


Touch The Flame


His eyes still focused on mine he pulls me closer and kisses me again before standing up beside the bed. His image is very faint in the flickering candle light. He moves to the candle and takes it in his hand as he walks away. My heart races and my voice trembles...."Please don't leave."
He turns and looks at me...the candle lights his smiling face. "I'm not leaving little one." He places the candle on the table then lifts the window, allowing the crisp winter air to whip through the room. My body feels chilled as the cold breeze fills the room. I pull the blanket up over me as I feel the cool air bite at my skin. His voice breaks the silence, "No blankets little one. Lay back on the bed and expose yourself to cold air."
I quickly push the blankets to the floor and lay back with my legs spread slightly to expose myself to my Master as he wishes. I can see his face as he picks the candle back up and the flame jumps and dances in the breeze. I watch Him intently as he ties me to the bed with the silk scarves from the dresser. He moves back around the bed and takes the candle in his hand lifting it up and making his face more visible to me.

I smile as the cool breeze moves across the stone floor, relishing the way her nipples react to its bite. This is always the best part, seeing her desire form and build upward... wanting........needing.......begging for the hot wax to free her. The liquid wax forms at the lip of the blood red candle...building...slipping......falling.....in a graceful arc toward her supple skin. My smile deepens as she winces slightly at the caress of the candle's wax.
The droplet splashes slightly underneath her erect nipple, spreading across her sweet skin ever so quickly. The room is so still as her sudden gasp, for air, echoes from the walls. She whimpers for another soft kiss of the maroon liquid.
The air is thick with the mulberry scent of the candles that light the velvet-curtained walls. The wax forms another droplet...her nipples tauten further in anticipation of the next stroke…. it falls…..her breath halts in midair. Then two more drops follow in rapid succession, veiling her entire nipple in a thin maroon cocoon. The room echoed with her sigh as she regained the precious air surrounding her.