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Authors: Ava Claire
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the flame bobbing and weaving. "At the moment, your comfort level is of little concern to me because you need to remember that I am in control." He stepped closer and I could smell the wax mixing with the heady aroma of my arousal. "And as delicious as I find that body of yours, I want to see it on my terms. Not yours."
His eyes cut down to t he candle, watching as he tilted it and the glow slanted. I held my breath and exhaled with a hiss as hot, liquid wax made contact with my skin. It was an electric jolt, a shock to the system as it hardened. I looked down at the translucent line on my chest. The second drip landed a few millimeters beside the second and I gasped. It seemed impossible that it could be hotter than the first. When the third landed I was futilely squirming, trying to pull away from him.
"Your color? "
I spread my lips, sure I would say yellow until I saw that the cooled wax was trailing down t oward the curve of my breast. The sight of him drinking up my reaction, his cool gaze devouring my body, made a different kind of heat spread in my belly. "Green."
I regretted it as the next drop of wax sizzled, racing around the contour of my breast, licking my areola before hardening.
I knew where the next splash would land and I braced myself for it, closing my eyes and knowing the flash of heat would dissipate and leave the tingle of ecstasy. And if he hadn’t just pinched the solid pebble, the ‘just breathe’ mantra I whispered over and over might have worked.
But there was no bre athing through what came next.
White hot wax gripped my nipple and even af ter it coated my peak and had cooled I still felt the proof of it ricocheting all over my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, riding the wave and when I came down I realized that I wasn’t squirming away like before--I was arching toward him.
He leaned in, warm lips skating my jaw. “You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes sir,” I groaned between pants.
T he expectation of how it would feel brought every nerve ending alive, opening me up to sensations that warred for dominance. Delight and discomfort raced in and out of my flesh.
He stepped back and p icked up his glass, studying me. “There are two sides of everything. Right and wrong. Light and dark. Hot and...” He held up a glittering cube of ice. “Cold.” He took it and pressed the edge against the center of my neck, his eyes studying me as I shivered and sunk my teeth into the curve of my bottom lip.
The stin g of the ice was a stark contrast to the flash of warmth of the candle. I sighed against the chill then felt my skin warming as he rounded the other breast untouched by wax. He swirled the cube around my nipple and I moaned, tugging against my restraints, writhing from the sensation. It was melting…I was melting, disintegrating into a puddle at his feet.
A slave to desire. A slave to him.
The icy temperature turned my nipple into a tingling, ultra-sensitive thing and he leaned in, holding it still as his lips gripped mine. The fire inside took over as he breathed in my moans.
T he icy trail descended toward my g-string and I hissed when I realized the final destination of that shivering cold cube. I was burning up with need, sure it would fade at any moment, but he kept going. The ice sent cool flashes through me, making me gasp as it breathed into my intimate folds. He wasn’t, he couldn’t...oh but he did. The world spun--beautiful, maddening and breathtaking as the ice cube lingered on my clitoris.
“Beg me,” he said huskily , his mouth hovering above mine. “Beg me to let you come.”
“Please let me come,” I moaned. “Jacob...” I felt my release building, threatening to spill over and drown me in ecstasy.
The ice was pulled away and replaced by the warmth of his fingers, swirling and flicking around my swollen bu ndle of nerves and with a deep sigh, he push a digit inside me.
“Come for me...come now .”
Desire rushed from me and I stretched toward its warm
His eyes cut down to t he candle, watching as he tilted it and the glow slanted. I held my breath and exhaled with a hiss as hot, liquid wax made contact with my skin. It was an electric jolt, a shock to the system as it hardened. I looked down at the translucent line on my chest. The second drip landed a few millimeters beside the second and I gasped. It seemed impossible that it could be hotter than the first. When the third landed I was futilely squirming, trying to pull away from him.
"Your color? "
I spread my lips, sure I would say yellow until I saw that the cooled wax was trailing down t oward the curve of my breast. The sight of him drinking up my reaction, his cool gaze devouring my body, made a different kind of heat spread in my belly. "Green."
I regretted it as the next drop of wax sizzled, racing around the contour of my breast, licking my areola before hardening.
I knew where the next splash would land and I braced myself for it, closing my eyes and knowing the flash of heat would dissipate and leave the tingle of ecstasy. And if he hadn’t just pinched the solid pebble, the ‘just breathe’ mantra I whispered over and over might have worked.
But there was no bre athing through what came next.
White hot wax gripped my nipple and even af ter it coated my peak and had cooled I still felt the proof of it ricocheting all over my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, riding the wave and when I came down I realized that I wasn’t squirming away like before--I was arching toward him.
He leaned in, warm lips skating my jaw. “You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes sir,” I groaned between pants.
T he expectation of how it would feel brought every nerve ending alive, opening me up to sensations that warred for dominance. Delight and discomfort raced in and out of my flesh.
He stepped back and p icked up his glass, studying me. “There are two sides of everything. Right and wrong. Light and dark. Hot and...” He held up a glittering cube of ice. “Cold.” He took it and pressed the edge against the center of my neck, his eyes studying me as I shivered and sunk my teeth into the curve of my bottom lip.
The stin g of the ice was a stark contrast to the flash of warmth of the candle. I sighed against the chill then felt my skin warming as he rounded the other breast untouched by wax. He swirled the cube around my nipple and I moaned, tugging against my restraints, writhing from the sensation. It was melting…I was melting, disintegrating into a puddle at his feet.
A slave to desire. A slave to him.
The icy temperature turned my nipple into a tingling, ultra-sensitive thing and he leaned in, holding it still as his lips gripped mine. The fire inside took over as he breathed in my moans.
T he icy trail descended toward my g-string and I hissed when I realized the final destination of that shivering cold cube. I was burning up with need, sure it would fade at any moment, but he kept going. The ice sent cool flashes through me, making me gasp as it breathed into my intimate folds. He wasn’t, he couldn’t...oh but he did. The world spun--beautiful, maddening and breathtaking as the ice cube lingered on my clitoris.
“Beg me,” he said huskily , his mouth hovering above mine. “Beg me to let you come.”
“Please let me come,” I moaned. “Jacob...” I felt my release building, threatening to spill over and drown me in ecstasy.
The ice was pulled away and replaced by the warmth of his fingers, swirling and flicking around my swollen bu ndle of nerves and with a deep sigh, he push a digit inside me.
“Come for me...come now .”
Desire rushed from me and I stretched toward its warm
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