She gave a jerky nod, not trusting herself to speak.
“Now,” he said, a bit clinically, “there will be pain, Mallory, but I know you can take it. Use your safe word if it becomes too much.”
She relaxed a modicum as he reminded her of her out, that she ultimately held all the power here in that she could stop their play at any time.
Then he held the candle aloft, directly over her chest. Mallory gulped as he paused, the anticipation of pain tying her stomach in knots. Then he tilted the taper slowly. She could see the bead of wax dangle on the edge for a moment before dripping down, dropping faster than she could see.
Mallory hissed in a breath as the hot wax left a little burning circle on the top of her right breast. But then the heat sank into her skin, shooting down through her to warm her sex. The intense need that she had felt when Jake had teased her a few minutes before surged back to the fore, her ni**les hardening and her cl*t throbbing.
The burning sensation on her breast had barely receded when another hot drop landed on her chest. She should have been ready for it, but it was just as shocking as the first time. Her need impossibly increased.
She looked up at Jake, wide-eyed. He was studying her chest like an artist would study his painting, completely focused on what he was doing. He tilted the candle more sharply, moving it as he did so. Half a dozen drops fell onto her br**sts in quick succession, the burning making her eyes roll back in her head as she was assailed by the pleasure that accompanied the pain.
There was a pause, and then Mallory’s eyes snapped open and she cried out as heat flashed on her left thigh. She jerked in surprise and was rewarded by her cuffs biting into her ankles. Jake looked at her sternly.
“Don’t move, or this may land somewhere very unpleasant.”
Mallory gulped, thinking of the burning wax hitting her sensitive sex. She didn’t think she could handle that. Gathering her willpower, she forced her body to remain still as the next hot drop fell onto her right thigh. Jake continued at a slow, torturous pace, as drip by drip he painted her with the hot wax, moving incrementally closer to her pu**y with every drop. It was everything she could do to stop from squirming.
“Please, Sir,” she begged. “Please, no more.”
He smiled down at her, staring into her eyes as he tilted the candle. Heat seared her sensitive skin just above her clit. Mallory screamed in shock.
And then his hand was at her clit, finally, finally touching her. The relative coolness of his hand soothed away the burning of the wax, but his touch stoked the fire that had been growing within her all evening.
He delved one thick finger inside of her, keeping his thumb on her clit. Pumping in and out of her, he hit her g-spot as his thumb traced circles around her hardened bud. The blaze inside her turned to a conflagration, utterly consuming her as she cried out her orgasm. Jake continued to stroke her as she rode it out, her body quivering around him as she came.
Finally, she went limp, her eyes closed. She had never felt so completely sated in her life.
Chapter 3
Mallory opened her eyes, blinking, when she heard the clanking of the metal cuffs as Jake released her from her bonds. She pulled her wrists down to her chest, rubbing at the red lines that the metal had left around them. Once her ankles were free, Jake took her hands in his, pulling her to a sitting position. He tenderly tucked back a stray lock of hair that had fallen from her elaborate up-do as she had thrashed around during her orgasm. She was grinning up at him like a fool, still feeling high from the bliss that had soared through her.
“Enjoyed that, did we?” He was smiling back at her, equally as broadly.
Mallory nodded, almost shyly. It was a strange transition to go from being with the detached, dominant Jake to the sweet, caring one. It put her off-balance, but she had to admit to herself that she was coming to like both sides of him. She had been scared of the hot wax, of being restrained, but she had taken a leap of faith, putting her trust in him. And it had been absolutely amazing. Maybe there really was something to BDSM after all. It was more than just being tied up and f**ked; it was a power-play, a deep emotional connection as you surrendered to someone completely.
“Good,” Jake grinned. “So did I.” Mallory knew that Jake had felt the same connection to her as she did to him, although in a different way. He had been so focused on her as they had played, as though nothing in the world existed but her, as though he lived for her reactions to his ministrations. And the world had melted away for her as well, all of her senses honing in on him, on what he was doing to her.
Jake released her hands from his grip, turning from her. She felt a slight sense of loss as he bent to retrieve her skirt from the floor. “Come on. Let’s get you dressed,” he said.
Mallory looked down at herself and saw the thick white drops of wax covering her chest, the little splashes of it dotting the bust of her corset, and the splatters of it on her upper thighs. “How am I going to get this off?” She asked him. She reached up to scrape some of it off with her fingernails.
“You’re not,” he said simply, gripping her wrist before she could touch the wax.
“What?” She gaped at him.
He was back in her personal space, trailing his fingers over the bubbles of wax on her br**sts. “You wouldn’t ask an artist to destroy his painting, would you?” He asked. “I like how this looks.” He grinned wolfishly. “And so will everyone else.”
So everyone would know what they had been doing in here? Mallory had been glad of the privacy of the room, but now he wanted to take her in public like this? She flushed as she realized that people in the main room had probably heard her screaming. She glared at Jake, but his own gaze had turned stony, unyielding.
Finally, Mallory capitulated with a sigh, electing to say nothing at all. Hopping down off of the table, she stepped into her skirt and allowed Jake to help her tie it in place.
She barely had time to compose herself before he was pushing the curtain aside, pulling her back into the room full of masked pervs. Well, I’m one of them now, I guess, she thought ruefully. She tried her best to ignore how the hardened wax pulled slightly on her skin as she moved, a physical reminder of what Jake had done to her. Impossibly, she was feeling aroused again, but although she found the embarrassment secretly thrilling, her nerves were getting jittery again now that they were back in the crowd.