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He did it again, pulling the fabric from me. “Hey!” I squealed. “I liked those!”
Graham ran the dull end of the knife along my stomach and placed it against my sternum, cutting through my bra before he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “I’ll buy you a new set.”
I huffed, moaning when he pinched my nipple. When I heard the rattle on the nightstand, I anticipated the cold touch of the ice cube, but instead, when something tight closed around my nipple, I shrieked. I writhed, pulling at the restraints while the pain turned from a sharp sting to a dull ache and a warmth that traveled through my skin.
“Take a deep breath, butterfly.” Graham twisted my other nipple between his fingers. I anticipated the pain and stiffened, but instead, he closed his lips over the tight bud and sucked. “Relax,” he whispered when he pulled his lips off with a quietpop.
I did as he said, inhaling and counting to five and holding it before I let it out slowly. When I went to take another, the tight pinch clamped around my other nipple, and I inhaled sharply. I bit back the cry of pain that lingered on my tongue, waiting for it to turn into the warmth that was surprisingly pleasant.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I heard another rattle on the nightstand next to me, and I hissed when the ice touched my belly. The cold was more intense, almost painful, on my nipples, and I whimpered when Graham circled them until the cold water pooled between my breasts.
“You’re doing so well,” he said, dragging the ice over my collarbone. I shivered, unsure if it was from the cold or from his words. “Can you take more?”
“It hurts,” I whined, focusing on the light throbbing in my nipples.
Graham gently brushed his finger over each one. “Do you need it to stop?” I shook my head. “Good. I know you can take everything I’m going to give you.”
My hips jerked when I heard the familiar buzz of the vibrator he’d used the last time, and I sucked my lip into my mouth, waiting eagerly for him to touch me. The shock of the buzz shot through me when he touched it to my clit, and I cried out, fighting against the cuffs even though I didn’t want to break out of them. I wanted to be bound and at Graham’s mercy.
Swirling tension built in my core the more intense the vibrations got, and my legs started to shake. I tried to stop my muscles from twitching, but my body convulsed. Right before the spring snapped and I could reach my release, the room wentsilent. I shook with the phantom vibrations I could still feel but weren’t there, and when I took a deep breath, my orgasm slipped further away. I whimpered, knowing already that it would do nothing to make him turn the vibrator back on.
My ears perked up when he sat the vibrator down, and I recognized the familiar sound of the flick of a lighter. The hair on my arms and neck stood on end, and I held my breath, sure that it couldn’t have possibly been a lighter until I smelled the candle. “What are you doing?” My voice shook.
“Trust me. You can handle it.” When he ran his hand over my stomach, I could feel the heat from the flame.
I shook my head, and my heart pounded against my ribcage. My breath became ragged, and I pulled at the cuffs. Why were they so sturdy? I gasped, giving up when they didn’t budge and falling flat against the mattress.
When the wax landed on my belly, it burned, and the heat radiated under my skin. My eyes watered behind the blindfold, and I bit my lip, swallowing the lump that grew in my throat. I wasn’t going to cry—not because of some hot wax and definitely not in front of this man who I was definitely starting to have feelings for.
Another drop, and a sob ripped from my chest. I cried out. I couldn’t take a breath deep enough to stop the world from spinning. It felt like I had too much to drink without having a drop, and I clamped my eyes shut, getting the same spinning blackness. My heartbeat lodged itself in my throat, and I choked on another sob when a third drop landed between my breasts.
Before the sound of my own cries grew distant and the buzzing in my head that told me I was going to pass out became stronger, I sucked in a deep breath. “Valentine!” I shrieked, remembering everything Graham had said about the use of the word.
“Shit,” he hissed, and I could hear him blow out the candle before he moved to remove the blindfold. I blinked, allowing myeyes to adjust to the light. He wasn’t as slow and methodical as he was the last time when he pulled my wrists and ankles free, setting them on the bed. When my arms and legs were freed, he sat down next to me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, biting back the tears that welled against my bottom eyelid. I rubbed my wrist gently when Graham removed the velvet cuff, even though they didn’t hurt. “I’m sorry,” I said, looking down. My eyes were drawn to the small drops of wax on my bare belly, and I traced them with my fingertips.
“You shouldn’t be.” Graham hooked his finger under my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “You did so good. You knew your limit. You should never be sorry for using your safe word.”
A singular tear rolled down my cheek, and Graham brushed it away with his thumb. “You’re not disappointed that I couldn’t handle it?”
“Not at all. I’m so proud of you.” He framed my face between his hands, planting his lips to mine and kissing me gently, in a way that felt like comfort. “You were perfect, butterfly.”
My stomach fluttered, and I leaned against him. Graham’s arms were firm when they closed around me, and when he squeezed, the doubt that had started to plant seeds in my confidence went away. He kissed the top of my head, inhaling when he did, and I grinned. I nuzzled my face against his chest and closed my eyes.
“Thank you,” I sighed, kissing his pec lightly. “Can you just hold me for a minute?” The vulnerability made my stomach tighten, but I swallowed. I wanted to be vulnerable with Graham. I needed to be.
Graham traced his fingertips along my spine and back down to the curve above my ass. “I’ll hold you as long as you want. I’m not going anywhere any time soon, Chelsea. I’m here.”
Chapter 19
Graham
“This is getting out of control,” I told myself when I heard Chelsea’s car door close in the driveway. Just hearing her engine shut off and anticipating the sweet scent of her shampoo made my cock stir behind my jeans. Iadjusted it, quickly fixing my hair in my reflection in the window before I moved to the door.
When I opened it, Chelsea had her hand raised, ready to knock, and she giggled. A deep blush tinted her cheeks and traveled down her neck, straight to my core. I couldn’t get enough of the way she turned every shade of pink in a matter of seconds.
“You’re early,” I said, giving her a slow once-over. She wore the same torn jeans she was wearing the last time, and my hands ached to tear at them to expose her soft thighs more.
