“Maybe you can just take the skirt off...Oh!”
He grinned at her soft exclamation, and brought the knife down gently, tearing the skirt in half.
His hand slid down to her panties, he circled her clit. Her hips arched to meet his veiled touch.
“Later, if you decide,” Logan said.
He wanted to fuck her so badly, but he wanted it to be on her say so. He dragged the edge of the knife along her mound, she wiggled under him.
“Can’t have these getting in the way.” With the edge of the knife skimping her mound, Logan cut the silky material off, revealing her smooth and shaved pussy.
“There, now you will feel every hot drip of wax that lands on your smooth skin,” Logan said.
“I’ve always wanted to try this,” Harper said.
Her arms were relaxed at her side but the slight tremble in her tone said she had doubts.
“What’s your fear, Harper?” He dropped a soft kiss on her, pulled the rolling stool over, and gestured for her to sit up from the table. He slid his gigantic hands along her back, loving how she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes slightly as he massaged her shoulders.
“Too many to count,” Harper murmured.
Stilling his hands, he cupped her cheek. “Here, right now, what is your fear?”
“That you’ll burn me.”
Turning her chin to him, he ran a finger along her lips.
“I’m asking for a lot of trust, I know. The candles I am using are specifically made to be safe for wax play. Here.” He rolled back to his bag and took out purple and blue candles. “Feel how soft they are. See my thumbprint? That tells you they have a lower burning temperature.” He put the candles in her hands.
Harper rolled them in her hands, pressing her thumb into the blue one. Shaking her head, she handed them back.
“You need to vocalize. I don’t accept shakes of the head.”
Damn, he wanted this woman, and the fiery flame of desire that shuddered down his spine seared him.
“Okay, let’s do it, Sir.”
Her sultry grin sent the blood rushing to his cock. He pushed the stool away and grabbed the torch from his bag. He grinned, seeing a small crowd of people in front of their station.
“Yes! You know I love a good show. You’re going to find out if you like being watched, Harper. Lie back down and let’s colour you, beautiful.”
He knew he was smiling like the wolf that caught the deer.
“I’m excited, Sir,” Harper said.
“Are you really?”
“I feel warmed up,” Harper said.
Leaning the candles against her thigh, he rummaged in his bag for a moment.
“How do you feel about this?”
The silk black blindfold was typical of what you would find in sex stores. He had everything from a gimp mask to a hand-tooled leather eye mask, but sometimes simplicity did the job.
“Yes,” Harper said, her green eyes sparkling.
Gently, Logan brought her up to sitting, held up her long thick, abundant hair and settled the mask over her eyes. It was enough to cut the light and the people and keep her in the scene with him. Taking a moment, he settled her down on the table.
