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Damien tipped it
again. All I could think about was how much it was going to hurt. My
mind was going wild with doubt, and I found myself squirming away
once more.

“
You
do it first,” I said. “I'd feel a lot better about it if
you went first.”

He smirked at me,
finding my apprehension funny somehow. “Fine. Look. It doesn't
hurt that bad.”

Damien held out his
forearm and dipped the candle, letting a few drops of wax fall on his
skin. In my peripheral vision, I watched his face. The expression was
there, the sudden wincing when the wax hit its mark. It hurt. I could
tell.

“
Are
you satisfied?” he asked.

“
You're
not going to be putting it on my arm. It's not the same.”

“
Chey,
come on. It's really not that bad.”

“
Nope.”
I shook my head. “I mean, no, Sir. Let me do it to you first,
then I'll think about it. It's different when someone else is doing
it to you.”

He gave me an
annoyed look but relented, holding the candle out to me. I sat up,
taking it from him. For a moment, we just sat there staring at each
other.

“
Take
off your shirt,” I told him.

Damien gave me a
sarcastic look. “You can't possibly mean to pour it on my
chest. It'll get tangled in the hair.”

“
That's
how this is going to work. If you want to do this to me, then I get
to do it to you first. If you don't want it tangled in your chest
hair, then go shave.” I huffed, showing him I was serious.

A sudden burst of
laughter filled the room, and I stared at Damien like he was crazy,
wondering what was so damn funny.

“
You're
such a brat sometimes.” He kissed me on the temple and then
stood up, grabbing the bottom hem of his T-shirt and pulling it over
his head. Just the sight of his shirtless body made my loins ache,
and I chastised myself for being so easily taken by him. Before I had
a chance to drool much though, he was disappearing out the door,
presumably going to his master bathroom to shave.

I stared at the
candle's flame, feeling suddenly vulnerable and cold. The silence was
deafening, and I found myself reflecting on our relationship up to
that point. I could still remember the time when Damien had told me
about all the different kinks he wanted me to experience. How excited
I had been. Not all of them were pleasant though, like the ice . . .
and this. Now I found myself wishing we could have a vanilla night
for once. Just one night without BDSM and kink. One night of
normalcy.

Damien's footsteps
padded down the hall, and I turned my attention to the door. When he
stepped into sight, I thought I was going to have an orgasm right
then and there. He leaned against the door frame, naked except for a
pair of loose-fitting pajama pants that clung to his hips. His smooth
chest looked oh so kissable, the muscles of his abs far more defined
than I could have ever imagined without that bear pelt covering them
up. It seemed like five years of age had come off with all that hair.

Take me!
My
body screamed shamelessly, and I found myself almost subconsciously
parting my thighs, my imagination already racing with thoughts of him
pressing between them.

“
Come.
Now,” I stuttered, completely forgetting about our
Master/submissive relationship. “Come now.” Like a
pathetic sex crazed fool, I set the candle down and made grabby hands
at him.

“
You
like?” he asked, strolling casually toward the bed.

“
I'm
going to rape you,” I said, crawling to the edge of the bed and
wrapping my arms around his waist to nuzzle my head against his
stomach. His muscles were so hard, like he was chiseled out of stone.
It took everything in me not to drool. When I pulled back, I tugged
at the strings of his pajama pants. “Sex now,” I
demanded.

“
No.”
He grabbed my hands. “Wax play now.”

“
Wax
play after. Sex now.” I pouted.

“
Chey,
you're being bad.” He gave me a disapproving look.

“
I
don't care. Sex now.” Defiantly, I jerked my hands out of his
grasp and tugged at the side of his pants, only to have him step
away, scowling.

“
You're
being very unruly.”

“
It's
your fault for being so sexy.”

“
I
did what you wanted, now you need to do what I want, or no sex.”

Those words had
never sounded more horrid before. There was no way he could deny me.
Not looking like . . . that. I didn't care if I had to roofie his
drink, I was getting the D, whether he liked it or not.

“
Hurry
up then,” I complained, falling back on the bed. “But can
you fuck me while you're pouring wax on me? I'm sure it would be a
lot better if you were fucking me while you're doing it.”

He laughed, all
tension melting away. “You are the most insatiable woman I've
ever met.”

“
Seriously,
if you pull that denying me shit on me, I am crawling through your
window tonight, tying you to the bed, and taking it.”

Damien smirked. “Oh
really?”

“
Really.
Now hurry up and pour the wax on me, so I can get mine.”

“
You
are being very not submissive,” he reminded me.

“
Sorry,”
I cringed a bit. “When I saw you come out like that though . .
. everything just kind of went out the window.”

“
I
noticed.” He sat on the bed beside me, taking the candle back
in hand.

My confidence was
quickly fading, but I knew the quickest way into his pants was to let
him pour the wax on me and get it over with. As the candle ascended
over my stomach, I found myself pressing back into the bed, wanting
to squirm away again. When he began to tip it, I closed my eyes. The
first drop of wax made me gasp in shock. It burned like fire for a
fraction of a second, then cooled just as quickly, as if it had never
been there at all.

“
Are
you alright?” Damien asked, looking at my expression.

“
That
sucked. Not quite as much as I thought it would, but I didn't like
it.” I scrunched my face in displeasure. “Can we fuck
now?”

“
I'm
far from done,” he told me in a serious tone.

I was afraid of
that. There was nothing I could do but sigh and take it. Hopefully,
he'd get bored soon, and we could get on to better things.

Damien trailed the
candle higher up my body, over my breasts. Liquid fire landed on my
chest, causing me to squirm. Oddly, I found the wax less painful on
my breasts than it had been on my stomach. Still, each drop made me
wince and hiss in pain. It was far from unbearable, but nothing I
could derive pleasure from.

What I could derive
pleasure from though was the sight of Damien Reed shirtless. I stared
shamelessly at the muscles in his chest and stomach and arms as he
moved the candle up and down my body, delivering small drops of pain.
Even his tattoos looked somehow better, though they had nothing to do
with his shaved chest. Maybe I was just horny.

When Damien finally
put the candle down, I sat up to take it in hand.

“
What
are you doing?” he asked.

“
Don't
think you're getting out of this. I didn't make you shave for
nothing,” I told him.

“
But
I already poured the wax on you. That makes you needing to pour it on
me null and void.”

“
I
have a source of fire in my hand. I'd lay down if I were you.”
I smirked at him.

For half a
heartbeat, I thought he was going to argue, or worse, get upset at me
for challenging his authority. Instead, Damien sighed and crawled up
onto the bed, laying down where I had previously been. I examined my
canvas with pleasure. Dear God, he was sexy. Maybe I should just skip
this and go straight to the fucking. I had wanted it so badly
earlier—still wanted it so badly. But I doubted I would ever
get another chance like this, and I was curious to see Damien covered
with wax, like in all of those sexy videos.

He
put his hands behind his head, cradling it and looking up at me with
a cool cocky expression.
“
Well,
are you just going to stare?” Damien asked with a grin.

“
I
am enjoying the view,” I admitted before taking the candle and
tipping it over his stomach.

Mimicking what he
had done to me, I watched the first drop fall. Damien's reaction was
much the same as my own. His muscles contracted, despite being ready
for it, and I could hear him hissing, though my expression had been
nowhere near as delicious as his was. Even though it was painful, he
seemed to like it, licking his lips as his body relaxed again.

I trailed candle wax
up his stomach, then across his chest. He was dealing with it so much
better than I had. Where I had wiggled and had to fight the urge not
to squirm away from him, Damien just laid there, watching and
breathing heavily as I painted him with wax. When I got to his
nipples, his reaction was a but more dramatic, but damn was it sexy.
He arched his head back, exposing his Adam's apple, and all I could
think about was how I wanted to kiss it. Too much—he was too
sexy. I couldn't handle it anymore.

With my sex drive on
overcharge, I placed the candle back in its holder on the bedside
table. Damien propped himself up on his forearms, but I pushed him
back down, gripping at the front of his pajamas and pulling them over
his flaccid cock. Within seconds, it was in my mouth, and I was
moaning around it.

“
Jesus,
Chey,” Damien breathed, but beyond that, all I heard was
moaning from him as he relaxed against the bed.

Before long, he was
hard and dripping, his gorgeous prick throbbing. I sucked it as if I
was trying to force the come out, pumping his length in time with the
strokes of my mouth. He was all I could taste, all I could feel, all
I could desire.

“
Stop,”
he said abruptly, making me pull away.

“
What's
wrong?” I asked, sitting up.

“
Nothing,”
he panted. “You were just going to make me come is all. That
was . . . completely unexpected.”

I grinned stupidly,
satisfied with myself, though the result would have made me have to
wait even longer for sex.

Damien pushed
himself into a sitting position. The wax on his stomach cracked as he
moved, and when I looked down at my own body, I realized we were
making a mess.

“
Do
you want to take a shower first?” he asked.

“
Nope.
Need sex now,” I insisted, grabbing him by the hair and pulling
him to me for a heated kiss.

It was all the lead
Damien needed. He wrapped his hand behind my neck, crushing his lips
against mine, stealing my breath. We worshiped each others mouths,
making crude noises as we kissed. His hand slid to my inner thigh,
rubbing and causing burning desire to rage through me. Then he began
to lower me onto the bed, kissing down my throat and chest as he
went.

He stopped for a
moment to pick the wax off my breasts. It felt strange when the small
caps it had made over my nipples were being pulled off, far more
pleasurable than the wax pouring itself. Damien put the pieces of
discarded wax on the bedside table, though I know a lot of it ended
up on the bed as well.

Satisfied with the
amount of skin he had uncovered, Damien sucked my nipple into his
mouth. My pleasure sensors fired off, sending signals down to my
pussy to moisten. His teeth pressed the erect nub into submission,
causing me to arch my back and cry out. Unlike the wax and ice, this
pain was completely pleasurable.

As soon as Damien's
mouth left my nipple, his fingers took its place, gently caressing
and rolling it between them, sending shock waves to my clit while his
tongue worked to lick a path around the wax on my body. Occasionally,
he'd kiss and nip at my skin, having found a waxless patch large
enough to do that. Then his mouth traveled back up, his tongue
finding a new path, and his focus returned to my breasts, kneading
and sucking and kissing them.