“Cup those breasts for me,” Logan ordered.
With a small smile playing about her lips, Harper lifted her breasts, her nipples beaded, asking for attention.
“Here we go,” he said.
Picking up the blue candle, he flicked the torch on and lit it. Holding the candle high above Harper, he slowly tipped the wax over, and as blue circles of melted wax poured over her breasts, Harper moaned.
“How does that feel?”
“Good,” Harper said. “Slightly warm.”
“Yeah, you’re going to love this.” He placed his hand on her breasts, playing with the wax between his fingers. He tugged on her nipple and her hips jerked off the table.
“You look so sexy.” Logan kissed her mouth hard, wanting to make her a melted puddle of bliss by the end of the night. “And more.”
Holding the candle close to her ribs, he waited a minute and let the wax pool before tipping it over her.
“Ow!” Harper cried out, squirming on the table.
“Hold still,” Logan told her, slapping her thigh playfully.
Taking the purple candle, he flicked the torch again, beside Harper’s ear.
The wax pooled quickly, and he let the melting candle fall, drips of wax hitting her toned abdomen. Harper giggled, twisting to the side.
“Found your ticklish spot,” Logan said.
He kept alternating the blue and purple candles until her body was covered in wax.
“Yeah, girl, you love this, don’t you?” He ran his fingers through lines of wax on her legs.
Damn, this was so satisfying, to coat her from breasts to thigh in wax, the designs of blue and purple all over her body. Holding the candle high above her, he held the wick to the torch. She mewled as he brought the candle closer to her skin, then he held it above her, watching as the drip of wax flowed down from the candle, hitting her smooth stomach. The softest, most lustful sound escaped her mouth, her shoulders coming off the table. Logan rubbed the back of his hand along her ribs, lightly, giving her his touch of reassurance. As he continued working on her, moving the candle from different high points, covering her legs, and her shoulders, he got fully immersed in the scene. The people watching faded away and his eyes were glued to every microexpression that crossed her face. He held the candle, over her breast, lit it and felt the drip of wax as it cascaded off his finger, flicking it onto her nipple. “Ahh! Hot.” “Yeah, you so are” Logan kept working, seeing where she licked the wax the most, on her lower stomach, near her beautiful pussy.
She looked stunning, her toned body covered in his crafted designs. Every time a drop of wax hit her, she made those delightful sounds, long past being shocked by the heat of the wax.
He watched her eyelids flutter close, her hips jerk off the table, as he ran his hands through the warm droplets of wax. He lit the candle, this time holding it right above her, letting the wax drip around her thighs. She jumped and flinched. He dipped his finger into her folds; yes, she was wet. Going to cover your pussy now,” Logan said.
Her eyes opened, her mouth made a delicious “o” but she nodded. “Yes. Sir.” He held the purple candle high, her legs trembled slightly as he brought it closer to her mound. “This wax is going exactly where I want it, Kitten.” He took his time, hearing her sharp intake of breath. He brought his knee up beside the table, nudging against her thigh, offering her reassurance as the drops of wax fell off the candle. She screamed at the moment the rivulet of wax hit her pussy lips.
“God, no! Logan!”
She bit her ip, shaking her head.
He laughed softly, with his thumb, he rubbed the wax into over her clit, the tiniest touch and her hips arched into his hands. “How are you feeling, Kitten?” “So good.”
Leaning down and keeping his tone low enough for her ears only, “I want to take a picture of you, is that okay?”
And he might have as well have thrown cold water in her face. Her stomach muscles clenched, and she shook her head back and forth.
“I’m a security operative, you can trust me,” he said, running his hand up and down her wax-coated skin until her body relaxed. “I’ll send it to your phone and delete it from mine.”
Harper’s body still, her protests stopped. “Yes, I would like to see what I look like.”
After clicking a few photos, Logan hovered over her. “Now for the fun part,” he said, flicking open his knife. “Let’s get this wax off you.”
“I was hoping you were going to clean me up.”
“I always clean up,” Logan said.
