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didn’t want to be burnt, she really, really
didn’t.
     
    She felt the blindfold being lifted
from her eyes, and she blinked a couple of times to let her eyes
adjust. “It’s okay, Isobel.” Tyler was trying to soothe her. “Shhh.
Calm down, darlin’.” His hand stroked her hair and her breathing
slowed down to something resembling normal as she looked up into
his face.
     
    “I d-don’t want to b-be burned,” she
whispered, the fear still very evident in her voice.
     
    Tyler looked as shocked as he felt.
“Oh, baby. I would never do something so horrible to
you.”
     
    Isobel hiccupped around a sob that
escaped. “B-but I heard a m-match.”
     
    “I was just lighting a
candle, Isobel. I’m going to use the wax, but never, ever would I
use a flame on you. Why on earth would I want to mar your perfect
skin and cause you pain like that?” All the while he’d been
talking, his hand had been stroking back her hair, and as Isobel’s
fear receded she found that she liked the feeling of being petted.
She really liked
it.
     
    “You were going to use wax on me?” Her
brain finally registered what he had said, but she still wasn’t
sure if she’d heard him right.
     
    “I am going to use it on you, Isobel.”
His tone had gotten firmer, but he was still smoothing her hair,
which was good. “That’s if you decide to take back your banana?”
His eyes twinkled a smile at her, and Isobel felt herself smiling
back in return.
     
    “I guess I did use it a little
quickly, didn’t I?”
     
    “Yeah, but that was because this is
all new to you and you didn’t know what to expect. I probably
rushed things, Isobel, and for that I’m sorry.” His tone was
contrite, and she felt herself relax some more. “How about I leave
the blindfold off so that you can see what I’m doing? It won’t be
quite so intense for you sexually, but you’ll still get pleasure
from it. I promise.”
     
    She nodded her head slowly. “I think
I’d like that.”
     
    Tyler reached behind her head and
undid the blindfold, pulling it completely free from her and
throwing it across the room. “I will use it in the future though,
Isobel, so you’re going to have to get used to it.
Okay?”
     
    She nodded her head again. “Okay.” She
smiled mischievously. “Okay, Sir.”
     
    Tyler laughed as he stood back up.
“Cheeky, sexy minx.”
     
    Isobel watched as he picked something
back up, and when he turned she saw it was a pillar candle.
Striking a match, he lit the wick and she watched as the flames
danced in his eyes as he turned back to face her.
     
    “Are you ready?” He held the candle
about twelve inches above her stomach and Isobel’s eyes widened
nervously, but she wasn’t afraid.
     
    “Yes, Sir.” She whispered, and watched
as he tilted the candle slowly and a small pool of molten wax made
its way to the edge of the candle and dripped off. Isobel watched
with wide eyes as, almost in slow motion, the wax dropped onto her
stomach. She was surprised to realize that she hadn’t felt any
pain. It was more a case of intense heat, that actually felt quite
good, and she smiled up at Tyler triumphantly.
     
    “You want more?” he asked her, his
voice now gruff with arousal.
     
    She nodded her head. “Yes, please.”
And then, almost as an afterthought, she added. “Sir.”
     
    Tyler let the candle drip again, this
time letting the wax fall onto a different spot on her stomach,
Isobel gasped, but again, it didn’t hurt her. He did it again in a
different spot, this time up her ribcage towards her breasts, and
she held her breath, but still no pain.
     
    “Good girl.” Tyler’s voice was still
full of approval, and Isobel felt herself glow under his
praise.
     
    The next drop of wax made her catch
her breath though, as he aimed it actually on her breast where the
flesh was softer. He moved across to the other one and gave it the
same treatment, and Isobel didn’t feel quite so
comfortable.
     
    Tyler kept dripping