His eyes cut down to the 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 toward 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 breathing through what came next.
White hot wax gripped my nipple and even after 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.
The 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 picked 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 sting 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.
The 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 bundle 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 embrace, pleasure shooting out of my fingers and toes. I was wide open. Strained to the breaking point and beyond. I made wild, abandoned groans that sounded more animal than human. Feral. Carnal. He was right there with me, eyes closed as he savored the melody of my cl**ax like it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
I was still lost in the throes of passion, gasping and panting. When he released my arms from the cross, I nearly tumbled over from exhaustion but after my feet were free, he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed.
I watched him pull his shirt off, revealing his beautiful golden chest, the cuts and planes flexing as he towered above me. The pants were the next to go and then the last piece of clothing that kept him from me joined the heap. His lust engorged him and his eyes were dark with need as I brought my knees up. He moved between my thighs, sheathing himself to the hilt with a single thrust. He impaled me, sending a moan full of yearning from my open mouth. He drew out, his face rippling with emotion before he drove back inside. Filling me. Stretching me.
“Come again,” he said hoarsely, his thrusts pounding me into the mattress. “Come with me.”
My second cl**ax monsooned the first. It was different, the symmetry of our bodies, of our breathing turning it into something poetic. Even though we’d been together countless times, this time was different. Like we’d reached something, fought tooth and nail and this beautiful release was our salvation.
I laid my head against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart beat in time with my own.
“You’re my forever, Leila.”
His voice was filled with so much na**d emotion that my heart swelled in my chest. It left no room for the past, only our future.
****
I pulled my t-shirt over my bare chest and stepped into a pair of jeans. Jacob was still out cold, thank god. I was afraid the sound of my cell rattling would wake him, but he didn’t even stir.
I buttoned my jeans as I bounded down the staircase. I had great timing because the elevator dinged and slid open just as I hit the landing. Billy Meyer, one of the night security guards, was standing in the foyer, holding a box of pancake mix and syrup.
“Here you go, Miss Montgomery!” His sun weathered face creased in happiness as he held out the plastic bag.
I took it and fished for cash in my pocket. “You’re a life saver, Mr. Meyer.” I’d decided to surprise Jacob with breakfast, but didn’t want to hoof it all the way to the nearest grocery store. Billy was ending his shift and offered to run and grab me some ingredients and bring them up.
“Call me Billy, please.” He didn’t accept the twenty that I held out. “It was only a couple of bucks. Just consider it a thank you. You’re one of the few people in this building that actually remembers my name.”
I put the bag on the counter and turned back to him. All the guards on staff were nice, but I’d clicked with Billy ever since he’d given a photographer that was hounding me a few weeks ago a stern talking to. He told me that I reminded him of his granddaughter, but I had a feeling that even if I didn’t he would have been my knight in shining armor. He was just that kind of guy.