She turns over and lays down, closing her eyes. “Of course.”
Of course.
Of course she trusts us.
I asked as a way to check in, but those words are more than that. They’re deeper. Stronger. More meaningful.
I glance at Jay and indicate for him to bring over the candle. His eyes flash in delight as he wordlessly brings one over to her naked, waiting body.
“You indicated you’d be interested in this before, princess. Would you like to be surprised or would you like to know what’s about to happen?”
“Surprised, Sir.”
“Alright. Jay’s going to have his revenge, then. What do you say if it’s too much?”
“Stop, Sir.”
I place a palm on the side of her face and drag my thumb along her cheek. “Good girl.”
Now that I have her senses heightened, it’s the perfect time to do this. I nod at Jay, looking so goddamn sexy in just his dress pants, the candlelight glowing against his skin. He starts to tip the candle and lets a small stream of wax fall onto Cora’s chest, right between her breasts.
She gasps deeply, opening her eyes and looking down at the pool of white candle wax hardening on her beautiful body. She throws a hand over her own mouth to muffle her scream.
“Do you have something you’d like to say?” I ask and she shakes her head. “Good. Now close your eyes. I won’t tell you again.”
She obeys and settles her head back down, breathing deep.
Moving to the foot of the table, I watch Jay pour more wax over her taut right nipple. Her entire body clenches in response and I smooth my hands over the creamy skin of her thighs. Her thick, decadent thighs that I’m completely obsessed with. I have dreams of her crushing my head between them as Jay sucks me off.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have a video of that exact scenario to watch for the rest of my life.
Her body jolts again as Jay drips more wax down her soft belly. The belly I want to see round with our baby.
Babies.
I know she has a lot to overcome, and I won’t push her. And if it comes down to her not wanting to go through it again, if it’s too much for her to handle the mental weight of it, then we’ll make it work. Adoption, surrogacy, no children… I know she—we—ourlife together is more important than making a family. I have the two most caring, beautiful people I could ever dream of and they not only want me, but theyloveme.
No, Cora hasn’t said it yet, but I feel it. It’s deep and consuming like Jay’s. Like mine. We are keeping Cora Dalton, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she wants to keep us, too.
I lean forward and gently stroke her labia, finding her wet, warm and ready. “Ms. Dalton, this is a professional massage, and here you are, turned on? This is so inappropriate.” I smile at myself for placing the blame on her. Like it’s her fault we’re torturing her with pleasure.
“I’m so sorry, Sir.”
Jay pours more hot wax over her breasts and she fidgets, letting out a huff of pain.
“Hmm, but then again, this is a special occasion. You were a very good girl today. Going to therapy—” Jay pours it onto her forearm as I continue to stroke her, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves waiting for me, and pushing on it. “—working on your mental health.” He drips more on her thigh and it drips down a little before solidifying. I start to pinch her lower lips and I can see her pelvis thrust a little. “It turns me on to see you like this.”
“I want… to be your good girl,” she pants.
Holding her hips, I kneel one knee on the table between her legs and lower my mouth to her mound, giving her a wide, wet tongue. She lets out a low mewl that sends a frisson of desire directly to my hard dick.
Fuck, I could come just from her sounds, I swear.
I continue to eat her out, taking my time and reveling in her taste, her sounds, her convulsions. Every time my prince pours more wax on her body, I can feel her pussy pulse.
When I have her writhing, Jay meets my gaze and I silently tell him to pour the last of it on her pussy. His brows raise in shock, probably because she has some hair down here right now, and knows it’ll be a bitch to get wax out of that.
But I have a plan.
