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Zayn hums but doesn't answer, instead flicking the lighter again. This time, I jump when the wax lands on my hips.
I bite the inside of my lip, doing my best to keep a straight face. But the wax… the pain… it's definitely creating the sensations he warned me about. And I didn't like them one bit.
I feel another drop of wax fall onto my skin, this time trailing down my skin towards my underwear. I'm struggling to keep my breathing in check, the pain registering in a place I didn't expect it to. And then I realize the horrible truth.
I do want him to touch me.
Just as he had probably planned.
"I'll ask you again, Rylee," Zayn says, flicking the lighter on. "Did it make you jealous?"
I wait for the burn but it doesn't come. Zayn is waiting for my answer, and I'm caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Fine, yes. Happy?" I reply quickly.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he laughs.
I don't respond, ashamed at myself for giving in.
Zayn's finger traces the melted wax on my stomach and hips. "So, now that we've told the truth… you can have a reward. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to keep going?"
"Keep going," I whisper.
"Ah, that's my girl."
I can practically see the grin on his face, even with the fucking blindfold. His finger goes up my ribcage, stopping at the bottom of my scrunched up shirt.
"Can I remove this?" he asks, playing with it.
I nod, sitting up slightly to allow him to pull it off me. I hear the flicker of the lighter again, and this time, wax drops onto the swells of my breasts. I gasp quietly, leaning back into the chaise.
"What about this?" he questions, fingering the lacy hem of my bra along the tops of my breasts. "Can I move this out of the way?"
Biting my lip, I nod. His hands pull the lace down, making my breasts squeeze out. He doesn't touch me though, his reminder playing through my mind.
I won't touch you until you beg for it.
The familiar sound of the lighter reaches my ears again and I can't stop the moan that slips out when hot wax drips onto my nipple. He repeats the action, covering it's twin until I'm left panting in a heap on the chaise.
My mind is fighting itself, the rational side telling me this is wrong. But the problem is, I've been down the wrong side of the track before and I lived to tell the tale. Barely, but I did. The dark side of me is whispering that I've already crossed that forbidden line with Asher, so who really cares?
Then the image of Asher and Jenny appears in my mind, piercing my heart. And the sickening truth emerges.
I want to make him hurt. I want to make him hurt like he hurt me...
"I believe your punishment is completed. So, anything you want to ask me?" Zayn chuckles.
I don't even hesitate. Not for a fucking second.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare," he replies without missing a heartbeat.
I might be a mess right now. But I'm a fighting one. And I won't beg for it.
But that doesn't mean they aren't other available means…
"I dare you to eat my pussy."
