I watch as he walks out of the bedroom and then he’s walking back in with a lighter and a candle. He opens the closet and digs through until he finds a belt. He makes his way over to the bed next and drops the candle and lighter on the mattress.
“Hands,” he says, and I hold my hands out to him.
He ties the belt around my wrists, making sure I can’t get them loose before he ties it to the headboard, just like he did the first night.
“Remember, if you need to stop, say so,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
“Okay.” I nod my head. My chest rises and falls quickly. My nerves hum with anticipation.
“Your body is my new favorite playground. There is so much we’re going to explore,” he says as he lights the candle. His words a promise of us spending more time together, time I’m not sure we’ll actually get.
He watches the candle burn and then he’s holding it high above my body and tipping it. A small dot of wax falls onto the middle of my stomach, and I suck in a breath at the sudden contact. It’s only a slight burn.
“We got sued by a patron a few years back. Some amateur tried to do this same thing with a normal candle. I had a line of candles manufactured from the very same ingredients they use in sex clubs. The wax is safer, designed not to burn like a normal candle,” Alfie explains.
Another bit of wax falls onto me, this time my right breast, stopping just before my nipple. I suck in a breath and my back arches off the mattress. My mind is stuck on the sex club part of what he just said, though.
“You go to sex clubs?” I ask, feeling sick at the thought of him playing with someone else like this.
Alfie gives me a look. “Not recently.” He winks. “Why would I need to? I have the best partner right here.”
I smile before another line of wax hits my body. The burn turns to tingles of pleasure. By the time Alfie blows out the candle and puts it on the ground, I’m so worked up and wet. He buries his face between my legs and then he’s licking me, devouring me until I’m coming apart, screaming his name. Which happened embarrassingly quick.
Alfie kisses his way up my body. “I want nothing more than to fuck you right now. But I can’t,” he says as his rock-hard cock presses against my core.
I frown. “Why not?”
“I don’t have a condom.” He rubs his dick over my pussy harder.
“I… I mean, I’m on birth control,” I say. “Wait… Do you have diseases?”
“No.” He chuckles. “Do you?”
“I’m not the one who’s been to sex clubs,” I remind him.
“You’ve never been to a club?”
I shake my head.
“You want to, though,” Alfie says as if it’s a fact he already knows. “I might just take you to one.”
“You will?” I ask, excited at the prospect of what I might learn, what I might see, feel…
“Mmm, if you’re a real good girl.”
“I’ll be good for you,” I tell him.
The tip of his cock slides into my pussy. “Are you sure you want to do this without protection? It’s perfectly okay if you don’t.”
“I’m sure,” I tell him. “Do you?”
He laughs. “I want to fuck you every way possible, Molly, with or without protection.”
He pushes into me all the way, and I sigh. There’s just something about the sensation of being full of him. Of being fucked by him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
I’m not someone who has ever had thoughts of being domesticated, of waking up to a woman every morning. And yet, I don’t hate waking up with Molly, and not just because I woke up with her mouth around my cock. Don’t get me wrong, that’s the best way to wake up but it’s more than that. It’s her.
