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She’d noticed the warming pots on the table as she’d entered the room and wondered if that’s what was on the menu for tonight. Thinking about the warm wax dripping onto her skin filled her with anticipation. “No, Sir.”
Daniel stood and offered his hand to help her up.
She took it and let him lead her to the long table he’d set up on one side of the room. Without a word, he lifted the dress she was wearing over her head and discarded it on the floor. His gaze roamed her body, taking in the bra and panty set she’d chosen for the evening. Her nipples were straining against the sheer fabric of her bra, aching to be touched.
He used his index finger to trace the edge of her breast before moving in to circle her left nipple. Then, his finger was gone. She snapped her eyes open, not even realizing they’d drifted closed.
“Turn.”
Ali did as he asked, presenting her back to him so he could unhook her bra. But instead of pushing it off her shoulders once he had it unfastened, he cupped her breasts from behind and massaged the fabric against her tits. The lace scraped against her nipples, adding to the sensations coursing through her. He held her against him, tugging at her nipples before dragging the bra down her arms to pool on the floor.
Cool air hit her back as he stepped away and she held her breath, waiting to see what he’d do next.
She didn’t have to wait long. The feel of him behind her returned, and then his hands appeared in front of her face. He held the end of a scarf in each hand and placed it over her eyes. In a matter of seconds, her vision was gone.
The fabric of the scarf pulled against her hair as he secured it behind her head. His fingers brushed her hair from her shoulders, and then soft lips grazed her newly exposed skin.
She sucked in a breath as his hands came around her from behind to palm her breasts. A tiny sigh left her lips as he massaged her already sensitive flesh.
“Don’t hold back tonight. You are free to move and make as many noises as you want.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending a shot of electricity to her pussy.
“Thank you, Sir.” The words barely made it out. All she wanted to do was relax against him and let him play with her body however he saw fit.
But then he removed his hands again, and the next thing she knew, she was being lifted off the ground. Ali squeaked at the unexpected movement, but she didn’t have time to do much more than that before she was spread out on the table.
The hard wood had been draped with towels to help with the cleanup after. They also provided a little padding.
Fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and slowly dragged down her legs. Then, he was removing her stockings. She hadn’t worn a garter belt tonight, thinking the thigh-high stockings would be easier to remove.
Once she was completely naked, she waited. A few seconds passed, then he began to move his hands on her body, rubbing oil over her skin. He took his time, massaging her shoulders, kneading her breasts, and dipping his hand down to caress the sensitive area between her legs.
Ali sighed when he removed his hands and as she listened to him moving about the room, her mind wandered. How many people were watching them from the hall? She wasn’t an exhibitionist like Grace or John, but she didn’t mind playing in front of others for the most part. Not at the club, anyway. The people here wouldn’t judge her for her desires.
She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that the first drizzle of hot wax startled her.
“Too hot?” he asked.
“No, Sir.”
She’d barely gotten the words out before the next drizzle hit her chest. This time it was a bit hotter. The wax followed the curve of her left breast, tightening as it cooled. She loved the feeling of wax on her skin. The warmth followed by the constriction had her body coming alive.
Drip by drip, he used the wax to draw on her body. Dried wax cascaded over her nipples, encasing her breasts. Her stomach muscles flexed as the wax rained down, warming her and making her want to move away at the same time.
There wasn’t much of her torso that wasn’t covered in wax and she could only imagine what she looked like. A lot of Doms liked to use different colors of wax to create pictures or faux clothing on their subs. She had no idea what all the wax on her looked like, but she was willing to be his canvas anytime he wanted her to be.
Then, she felt wax drip between her thighs and by instinct she began to close her legs. A hand stopped her, spreading her open and moving the wax so it hit her pussy.
Ali arched her back and held on to the sides of the table.
“That’s it. Embrace it.”
Another drop hit directly on her clit and she cried out. Hot wax dripped between the folds of her most sensitive flesh. It felt...
She didn’t have time to think before he opened her leg and drizzled wax along the inside of her leg. She was completely open to him, exposed. Not that he hadn’t seen her before, but between the wax and the position and knowing people were watching her had her on the edge of something. What, she didn’t know.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, pulling at the wax on her breast. It only added to the sensation, and she felt every inch of her body.
The feel of his hands running over the wax created an entirely new feeling. He was barely touching her, but it felt so intimate she wanted to cry.
