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After several minutes, Drew’s firm, rough hands touched my back. They were slick with oil as he moved them over my back and neck. His strong fingers worked at the knots, then moved down my back. I sighed, surrendering to the sensations as I relaxed into the table.
Drew’s hands moved lower, massaging my backside. I flinched when he ran them over the forming welts, but the firm pressure turned the sting to a beautiful ache, pushing me further into relaxation.
By the time he spoke, I’d almost forgotten just where we were.
“Roll over, baby. Eyes closed.”
Following his orders, I shifted my weight to lie on my back. Drew placed a blindfold over my eyes. He lifted my head to secure it, then lowered it gently to the table.
“That comfortable, Emma?”
I nodded slightly, murmuring a soft yes.
Drew’s hands smoothed oil over my collarbone and down to the top of my breasts. I arched my back, needing more, but his fingers moved to the sides of my chest and down. He trailed the massage oil over my stomach and hips, stopping short of just where I wanted him.
I whimpered with need when he brought his hands back to my breasts, circling them each with one finger.
“Do you need something, Emma?”
“More, Sir. Please,” I groaned.
He gripped my nipple and pinched hard, drawing a gasp from my lips. “Who’s in control here, baby?”
Fuck, it felt so good, the sharp pain jolting through my system. “You are, Sir.”
He released my nipples and palmed both breasts at once. He squeezed and released, kneading them as he coated them with the oil.
When he finally moved lower, I was on the edge.
He worked his hands over my hips, down my thighs and then brought his fingers to the inside of my thighs. I let my legs fall open for his hands to explore. They moved up and down my inner thighs, closer and closer to where I needed him, until finally he cupped my mound.
He pressed into me, finally giving me the pressure my clit was begging for. “Ever tried wax play, baby?” His rich, deep voice echoed in my ears.
I pulled in a breath. I’d never tried wax. None of the Doms I’d played with in the past had ever even offered. “No, Sir.”
“Is this a hard limit for you?”
“No, Sir,” I whispered.
He pulled his hand away from my body. “Give me a color.”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
A sudden flash of heat hit my stomach, a slight burn. The pain faded almost immediately to a pleasurable warmth.
Holy fuck.
I let out a low moan as I arched my back in pleasure. This time, Drew didn’t stop to correct me.
The next drip of wax hit my shoulder. Heat, burn, beauty. The buzz of subspace hovered just out of reach.
Drew moved over my body. Each puff of air—him blowing out the candles?—was followed by the splat of the wax hitting my body a split second before the heat.
Wax drizzled over my inner thigh, hotter than before.
Another drip of wax hit between my legs, my labia protecting my vulnerable pussy from the burn. I writhed on the table. I needed more.
