“What is that?” she asks, her back arching into my touch.
“Shhh.” I pour more oil onto my hands, watching it glisten on her skin as I spread it across her collarbones, down to her breasts. I take my time here, kneading the soft flesh, circling her nipples with my thumbs until they’re hard and begging for my mouth. “No more questions until you answer me.”
My hands continue their path down her body, coating her stomach, her hips. As always when I read her tattoo, I can’t help grinning. I bend down and press a kiss to the skin. Then I work the oil onto the insides of her thighs.
She’s squirming now, little whimpers escaping her throat as I deliberately avoid touching where she wants me most. “Please,” she gasps when my thumbs brush her slit, but I don’t give her what she wants. “Fine, no blindfold.”
I pour the last of the oil onto her legs, massaging it into her calves, her ankles, even the arches of her feet until every inch of exposed skin gleams in the dim light.
When I’m satisfied with my work, I step back to admire the view. She’s magnificent—bound and naked. Her body a canvas prepared just for me, her chest heaving with anticipation.
My cock is so hard it hurts, straining against my pants, demanding attention I refuse to give it just yet.
Earlier today, I lined the candles up behind the table where they still wait. I pick up the deep red one with a low melting point, designed specifically for this kind of play.
The flame dances as I move, casting shadows across Raven’s oiled skin. I step closer, holding the candle about two feet above her body.
“Ready, Little Thief?” I ask, my voice a low rumble.
Her eyes widen, but she still nods. “Yes.”
I tilt the candle, watching the first drop of melted wax fall. It lands just below her collarbone, a perfect red circle against her pale skin. She gasps, her back arching off the table as the sudden heat meets her flesh.
“Fuck.” The word explodes from her lips, half curse, half prayer.
Another drop follows the first, landing on the swell of her breast. Then another, and another, creating a trail of cooling wax across her skin. Each drop pulls a new sound from her throat—gasps, moans, whimpers that go straight to my cock.
“More,” she begs, writhing against her restraints. “God, please, more.”
I oblige, moving the candle in patterns across her body. Down the center of her stomach. Across the tops of her thighs. Circling but never quite touching her nipples, building the anticipation until she’s thrashing against the table.
“You motherfucker,” she growls when I purposely avoid her breasts again. “Stop teasing me.”
“Is that any way to ask for what you want?” I drawl, letting another drop fall dangerously close to her right nipple.
“Please,” she amends immediately, her voice breaking. “Please, Matteo, I need it. I need it on my tits, please.”
I reward her begging with exactly what she wants—three drops in quick succession that land directly on her nipple and the surrounding areola. She screams, her entire body going rigid before collapsing back onto the table, trembling.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “Again. The other one. Please, please, please.”
Her desperation is intoxicating. I drip wax on her left nipple next, watching her writhe and curse and beg for more. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—completely at my mercy and loving every second of it.
“Are you ready for more?” I ask as I set the candle down.
Her answering moan is all I need, and while she catches her breath, I retrieve the next part of her surprise.
Behind the bar, in the small freezer where we keep specialty ice, is exactly what I need. Her new favorite dildo, now frozen to an icy temperature that will contrast perfectly with the heat of the wax.
“Why are you still dressed?” Raven asks almost accusingly when I return to the stage.
The dildo’s hidden behind my back so she can’t see it. “Do you want me naked?” I chuckle darkly.
At her eager nod, I turn around and strip as fast as possible without letting her see what I’m hiding. My clothes fall to the floor in a heap. My cock springs free, hard and aching, the Prince Albert piercing catching the light.
Facing her again, I’m almost undone by the sight of her spread before me, body decorated with cooling wax and sweat. Fuck, I nearly abandon my plan and just bury myself inside her. But I resist.
This is about giving her a fantasy she confessed to me weeks ago, one I’ve been wanting to fulfill ever since.
