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CHAPTER EIGHT
As he leadsme out of the dressing room, we’re bathed in red neon lights once again. It contrasts against every indent and roll on my body, giving me a sexy edge I like.
Reed pulls me by the leash until we make it to the velvet chaise lounge positioned behind all the racks. “Sit.” He yanks the leash before dropping it.
I do as he says and wait for his next instructions. He falls to his knees in front of me, and our line of sight is more level. He lifts one of my legs and leans back. Slowly, he kisses the top of my foot, then drags his lips all the way to my knee, then to my thigh.
“I want you to understand that if things get to be too much, you can use your word and I’ll stop. Tonight is about pleasure, but I don’t want you to feel bad if all my wants can’t be met. Something that works for me may not work for you, and that’s okay.” He lifts my other leg and does the same thing. Starting at my foot, he kisses me all the way up to my other thigh.
“Do you understand me, Juliet?” he asks when he reaches the top of my thigh.
I nod.
“No.” He shakes his head. “I need words, sweet girl.”
I swallow. “I understand.”
“Good.”
Dropping my leg, he stands back to his full height. He walks to a rack and grabs a whip. With it in his hand, he moves to one of the display tables and grabs a black candle, then one of the small packs of matches beside it. After that, he strolls to the water cooler in the corner of the room. Once the small paper cup is full, he comes back to me.
“Lie back,” he instructs, setting the cup on the ground.
Picking my legs up, I stretch them onto the chaise and try to get as comfortable as I can. “I’ve never done this,” I say, motioning to the candle.
He nods. “I know. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine—a little nervous.”
Striking one of the matches, he lights the candle, then moves to the head of the chaise and stares over me. “It’s okay to be nervous. Remember, you can say your word at any point. This is your reward, not a punishment. Raise your arms.”
I nod and place my arms above my head. One of his hands grips both wrists and holds them together while the other hovers over my body. He tips the candle, letting the wax drip down and hit the flesh of my right breast. I was expecting it to be hotter—burn my skin and make me scream—but it’s pleasantly warm.
I let out a breath as he tips it even more and moves it a bit lower. Wax hits my nipple and covers part of the clamp still on me. “Is this okay?”
I nod.
“Words, sweet girl,” he demands.
“It’s… different. I think I like it.”
He smiles down on me. “Good.” Then he moves back around to pick up the cup of water.
Setting the candle down, he dips his fingers into the cup, then holds his hand over me. Ice-cold water drips from his fingertips and hits the left side of my body. I shiver at the harsh change and draw in a deep breath. When I release it, he repeats the gesture and dribbles more water onto the nipple clamp. I can feel the metal getting cooler and my nipple hardening.
“Still okay?”
“Yes,” I all but moan.
Smiling again, he reaches back for the candle. This time, he lets the wax drip down in a steady stream all over the right side of my body as he tips the cup to send cold water sliding across my left side.
The contrast between hot and cold is something I don’t think I’ve experienced. It isn’t like walking away from a fire, then jogging in the snow. This is different. Both sides of me are tingling from very different sensations, and I like it more than I would have imagined.
Arching my back, I raise my chest. “Yeah. I like this,” I pant.
“It’s relaxing in a way, isn’t it?” I nod, and this time he doesn’t scold me. “That’s exactly what I want—you completely relaxed.”
Setting the cup and candle down, he circles back around me. Reaching out, his fingers slide the O-rings to the clamps down, and he removes them before placing a small kiss on each nipple. “But now, I want to spank you. Turn around. Face down, ass up.”
