She slid to her elbows and lowered her body. “Thank you for collaring me, Master,” she whispered before placing a kiss on the top of his foot. “I’m honored to wear the symbol of your dominance,” she said before kissing the other.
“I’m honored to have you wear it,” he said. “Now crawl to the table and get on your back.”
She even liked crawling for him, knowing he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She moved slowly, making sure he got an eyeful, and flipped her hair over her shoulder before getting on the table. She usually wore it down for him. He liked to stroke it and loved to pull it.
He’d laid a sheet across the leather table. Nearby were unlit candles, a fire extinguisher, a lighter, and a bowl of ice cubes. Her belly quivered with both excitement and dread. They’d never done wax play before.
“I thought a night as special as this called for candles,” he said, taking a bottle she hadn’t noticed and pouring what appeared to be oil into his hands.
“Very appropriate, Master,” she said even though she wasn’t completely sure.
“Tell me why you’re nervous,” he commanded softly while he started a sensual massage along her upper body. “Why the fear in your eyes?”
For some reason, it always surprised her when he read her emotions like that. No one else had ever been able to do so.
“I’ve only done this a few times,” she said, her mouth suddenly dry. “It wasn’t my favorite.”
He talked while carefully rubbing oil into her upper arms. “This isn’t a hard limit for you.”
“No, Master, and I can already tell this will be different. He didn’t use the oil.”
His hands moved across her chest, and she wanted to relax under his touch, but memories of the past wouldn’t let her.
“The oil makes it easier to get the wax off. Plus, it gives me a reason to touch you all over.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “As if I need one.”
Her heart pounded faster at his words, and she gave him a little smile.
“Here’s how this is going to work.” He moved down her body to coat her belly with oil. “I’m going to continue, and you’re not allowed to think of the past. Anytime a memory tries to enter your mind, you remind yourself that you’re mine and that I’m a jealous Master. Understood?” He looked up and waited.
“Yes, Master.”
He was at her legs now, massaging them with his rhythmic touch. “Remember when you wanted to prove to me that you would be the best submissive I’d ever been with?”
She nodded.
“This is me proving to you that I’m the best. By the end of the night, wax play’s going to be on your Love It list.” He glanced up to her for confirmation, and she saw the determination in his eyes. Hearing him, she almost believed him.
“I can see you don’t quite think so,” he said. “That’s okay. I can be very persuasive.” He took a leg in each hand and spread them. “I want you to stay like this. Do I need to bind you?”
“No, Master.”
“I’m not going to blindfold you either, because it’ll be much harder for you to remember the past when you’re struggling to obey my command to keep your eyes closed.”
Fuck. She hoped she could do this.
He moved to stand at her side, right near the table with the candles and the matches and the—
“Right now,” he said sternly. “Close them.”
She took a deep breath and closed them. This is Jeff. This is Jeff. This is Jeff, she repeated in her head until she’d calmed a bit.
“Good job,” he said.
The room was absurdly still. She took another deep breath. Her hands fisted in the sheets at her sides, and she felt the weight of his cuff. The simple reminder that she was his calmed her further.A match struck to her side, and the scent of sulfur filled the air.
She tensed but quickly relaxed when she reminded herself who it was holding the candle.
“Upper right arm,” he said seconds before a trail of heat hit her arm.
She exhaled as the heat subsided.
“Upper left arm,” he said, and a twin heat landed. “How does it feel?”
“Hot.”
“Too hot? Do we need to stop?”
“No, Master. It’s not near as bad as before.”
He gave a grunt of satisfaction. “Knowledge. Technique. Proper candles.” He took her hands and one at a time unclenched them, leaving them palm up on the table. “I’m not going to tell you where it’s going to land anymore. You have safe words if you need them.”
His reminder soothed her. She knew she had safe words, but no one had ever been so consistent in reminding her of them. For some reason, that simple act made her feel safer.
Three hot drops fell on her upper thigh. Two landed on her belly. And one dropped onto the valley between her breasts. Heat. She was surrounded by heat and it felt good.
“Where to go next?” he teased. “I have your entire body to play with. Here, you think?” He ran a finger along her inner thigh, and she gasped, imagining wax there.
“Here?” Warm air brushed her belly, but instead of wax, there was a sharp bite.
She muttered a curse. He chuckled.
“Or here?”
Her right nipple was encased in liquid fire. His mouth covered the other and sucked her hard and deep. It was as if a line of heat ran straight from her breasts, down her sides, and joined in an aching throb between her legs. Her body shook.
“Holy fuck,” she gasped.
He blew a stream of air across her pussy, and she squirmed.
He wouldn’t go there next, would he?
She didn’t want him to.
Yes, she did.
No, she didn’t.
Where was he?
The heat zigzagged across her belly, shocking the nerve endings that hadn’t expected anything, and she cried out.
“Still okay?”
“Oh, God. Don’t stop.” The words rushed out without her even thinking them, and she surprised herself at how true they were. She wanted more heat. Needed it. Needed him. “Please.”
“Please what?” The heat hit next in the inner crook of one elbow, followed quickly by the other.
“Please, please, please.” She begged, desperate for something. She didn’t care if it was him or more wax, just something.