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Madison Astor
Normal candle wax or “sexy” wa—
I froze when I saw a comment pop up from James.
James Whitman
Use ice to freeze the wax and scrape off as much as you can. Let it dry. Then use an iron on top of something like a washcloth. It melts and absorbs the rest of the wax. Good luck!
For his sake, I hoped it was normal candle wax. She was going to be mortified when she woke up to that and he would be too if he knew it was play wax. I snickered before it dawned on me that he was still awake. I tapped the heart on his comment, liking it, then set my phone on the nightstand.
Closing my eyes, I allowed his scent and touch to overtake my thoughts. I breathed in deeply, imagining him on top of me, peering into my eyes while he slid himself deep inside me, claiming me as his. My hand glided down my body to the elastic of my shorts. I’d never touched myself in this house before, and something about it felt so forbidden and erotic. I couldn’t control my thoughts or urges. I wanted to feel good.
The moment my fingers slipped between my folds, my phone vibrated on the table. Ugh, I let my arm fall limp before reaching over and checking the notifications. Holy shit. I opened James’s message.
I see you can’t sleep either.
Gasping, I shot up, scanning the room for cameras before it occurred to me, he meant me liking his comment. Exhaling in relief, I fell back, the feathery pillow curling around my head.
Yeah, I guess I can’t
Pinning my lip between my teeth, I watched the little dots in the bubble, unsure why I had butterflies in my stomach. We’d spent the past several months texting at all hours of the day, talking at the club, or grabbing coffee and talking there as well.
I need to tell you something that’s been eating at me, but it might upset you.
Panic and dread replaced the butterflies. I wanted to reply but was frozen, and the little dots started to bounce again. The anticipation was killing me.
I didn’t delete those photos.
I was going to but at the time I just tried to remove them from my sight.
Astonished. Speechless. There was nothing I could say. I had so many questions. I wasn’t sure how long I laid there shocked before another two texts came through back-to-back, but it must have been long enough to be awkward.
I’m sorry, Maddie. I should’ve deleted them I know.
Are you mad?
Am I mad? No! I was horrified but turned on that he had over a week now to delete them and hadn’t yet. The butterflies returned, but I was nervous. The smart thing to do would’ve been to just order him to delete them and move on. Unfortunately, my brain and fingers didn’t communicate fast enough. “Fuck it.”
Have you used them?
Wincing, I hit Send. What had I done?! There was silence for a few minutes, and I started panicking all over again. For sure now, I’d crossed the dangerous, thin line and was the world’s worst best friend and daughter. The bubble popped up, and I debated turning my phone off, but truthfully, the thought of James Whitman using my photos to get himself off made me wetter than I wanted to admit.
Do you want the truth?
Yeah I think I deserve it
Bold Maddie, bold. Now, I was playing with fire and wondering why the fuck I couldn’t stop. Flirting with disaster was something I’d always done, but blurring those lines with James was different.
I’ve used them.
More than once?
At least 3
At least? Oh my God! Correction. We were both playing with fire. My mouth went dry, and my breath hitched. Then, I did something I never thought I’d do in my entire life. I typed out several replies… Did you like them? Delete. I want details. Delete. I finally settled on one, which wasn’t any better.
And do you want more pics?
