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By now we’d settled into a routine. I’d wear an outfit King picked for me, and I’d wait for them in the playroom. Sometimes they took their time, others they just took me. I wondered what the night would bring as I lay down on the bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. This time, King had left a champagne bottle in an ice bucket in the corner. I was never allowed to drink, and it excited me to find it there.
The door opened and my heartbeat picked up just like it always did. But there was the sound of only one pair of footsteps this time before the door shut, and I looked up.
Stranger stood in the room with his cock bulging through his jeans and his hand hovering over it.
“He went to get something,” he told me in a husky voice, and I swung my legs over the side of the bed.
I was wearing a black and purple set to match my hair. A pretty bra that was so sheer you could see my nipples right through the lace, and panties that covered more of my ass than the usual thong I wore. My stockings were black and so were my heels were, but the garter I wore around my thigh was purple. King bought me a new perfume, and the heady scent of it wrapped me in a cloud as I walked over to Stranger.
“He told you to come in by yourself?” I asked, and he nodded. “Are you gonna play with me?”
He nodded again.
His fingers tangled in my hair in moments, and he tugged hard. But his mouth felt sweet against mine, like a kiss between two clumsy teenagers. He fucked like a monster but he seemed to be less experienced when he kissed me. His tongue tried to devour me and I giggled against his mouth as he forced me closer.
“He didn’t say I couldn’t,” he growled against my lips, his palm spanking my ass, hard. “You’re such a good little girl, Pet. I want you…”
“You can have her,” King’s voice interrupted, and I looked up without breaking the embrace.
He came closer, and once again, my heart pounded when I saw him. I’d never get sick of the man, so perfect and farther away than ever, or so it felt.
“Come to me, Pet,” he told me, and I broke away from Stranger, dropping to my knees. I crawled up to his legs and on instinct, I kissed the leather of his shoes. It made me drip, and it made him smile.
“What an overachiever,” he told me. “I like that, Pet. Lie down on the bench.”
I did as he told me, and Stranger helped me lie on my back with my feet firmly on the ground.
They joined me, and King held a candle in his hand.
“I want to play with fire,” he said with a grin, and I gave Stranger a panicked look. But he merely smiled, like he was in on it too.
“Don’t hurt me,” I begged, and they both laughed.
“Those words might work better if we didn’t know how much you love it,” Stranger said. And then he pulled his shirt off, and I stared at the trail of hair leading from his sculpted abdomen down into his jeans.
“Hold her down,” King told him, and Stranger stood behind my head, pinning my arms above me. I struggled, but it was really for show. I couldn’t move an inch with him holding me like that.
King shackled my ankles and lit the candle. He held it over the floor first, and I watched the wax start to drip ever so slowly. The candle was purple, just like my lingerie and my hair.
“Ask for it, Pet,” King told me roughly, and I glared at him. “Ask. For. It. Now.”
“Please,” I whispered. “I don’t know what I’m asking for.”
Stranger’s hand smoothed some hair off my face, and he gently whispered in my ear, “Ask him to hurt you, Pet.”
“Hurt me,” I begged. “Please, hurt me.”
“Tell me you want it,” King insisted. “Tell me what you want, pretty Pet.”
“I want that wax on me,” I said. “I want it dripping over me, please.”
“Good girl,” Stranger murmured in my ear. His beard was tickling my neck and I wanted to giggle, but I was too fucking scared to make a sound.
We stared at the candle as the wax poured down. And then King put it over my belly, and the first drop hit my skin so fast I could barely react.
I hissed, but it only hurt for a second, and then it hardened on my skin. I stared at it in wonder.
“Get her tits out,” King barked at Stranger, and he did.
I gasped as the candle went above them, and when the wax hit my rosy nipples, I screamed. But it turned into moans soon enough.
