Page 17 of The Billionaire's Lust

I bit my lip as I heard a quiet, metal whir and was pulled backward toward the cross. Once I stopped, the clinking sound of being locked in place sent a flash of apprehension rocketing through me, but his eyes never abandoned me. I relaxed--even though I was chained to a cross.

“I need to retrieve something for your discipline,” Jacob said once I met his gaze. “Use these moments to get accustomed to the cross.”

My body was in an X. The pull of having my limbs spread was unnerving but not painful. From my position, the crotch of my sopping wet panties were flush against my heat. It was a reminder that I wasn't the same girl that walked through the doors of Whitmore and Creighton months ago. That girl would be trembling with terror. I trembled with excitement.

Jacob reentered the room, glass of ice in one hand and a thick white candle in the other. One side of his mouth curved upward as my mouth opened and closed. I'd tried wax play once before and it wasn't a pleasant memory. When an ex splattered hot wax all over my breasts, my nipples…I shuddered, remembering the discomforting burn.

Rolling off the bed and covering myself with the sheet had put an immediate stop to that experiment. But my arms and legs were strapped to wooden planks. What would I do if I wanted to stop this?

You could use your color, I told myself reassuringly. But even with that safety precaution I still watched the candle flicker forebodingly.

"What are you thinking? Speak freely."

I hesitated. I was about a hundred percent sure Jacob wouldn't like hearing about my last encounter with a candle and an ex.

Turned out he liked my hesitation even less.

He put the candle and glass down and came forward, gripping my nipple. Pinching it tight.

I grit my teeth, the slight discomfort becoming undeniable pain as he glared at me. "When I give you an order, I expect it to be obeyed."

"It's..." I winced, gritting my teeth against the torment. "I've done it before. And I didn't like it."

Just as yellow became red, the color stinging on my tongue, he released my aching peak. "Was that so hard?"

I narrowed my eyes to slits, wanting to smart off but knew that would just make him take the other one. Or worse--reclaim the first. "No sir."

He went back to the table, picking up the candle. "Wax play can be uncomfortable and when performed by a novice, it can be downright unpleasant." He swirled his wrist, the flame bobbing and weaving. "At the moment, your comfort level is of little concern to me because you need to remember that I am in control." He stepped closer and I could smell the wax mixing with the heady aroma of my arousal. "And as delicious as I find that body of yours, I want to see it on my terms. Not yours."

His eyes cut down to the candle, watching as he tilted it and the glow slanted. I held my breath and exhaled with a hiss as hot, liquid wax made contact with my skin. It was an electric jolt, a shock to the system as it hardened. I looked down at the translucent line on my chest. The second drip landed a few millimeters beside the second and I gasped. It seemed impossible that it could be hotter than the first. When the third landed I was futilely squirming, trying to pull away from him.

"Your color?"

I spread my lips, sure I would say yellow until I saw that the cooled wax was trailing down toward the curve of my breast. The sight of him drinking up my reaction, his cool gaze devouring my body, made a different kind of heat spread in my belly. "Green."

I regretted it as the next drop of wax sizzled, racing around the contour of my breast, licking my areola before hardening.

I knew where the next splash would land and I braced myself for it, closing my eyes and knowing the flash of heat would dissipate and leave the tingle of ecstasy. And if he hadn’t just pinched the solid pebble, the ‘just breathe’ mantra I whispered over and over might have worked.

But there was no breathing through what came next.

White hot wax gripped my nipple and even after it coated my peak and had cooled I still felt the proof of it ricocheting all over my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, riding the wave and when I came down I realized that I wasn’t squirming away like before--I was arching toward him.

He leaned in, warm lips skating my jaw. “You want more, don’t you?”

“Yes sir,” I groaned between pants.

The expectation of how it would feel brought every nerve ending alive, opening me up to sensations that warred for dominance. Delight and discomfort raced in and out of my flesh.

He stepped back and picked up his glass, studying me. “There are two sides of everything. Right and wrong. Light and dark. Hot and...” He held up a glittering cube of ice. “Cold.” He took it and pressed the edge against the center of my neck, his eyes studying me as I shivered and sunk my teeth into the curve of my bottom lip.

The sting of the ice was a stark contrast to the flash of warmth of the candle. I sighed against the chill then felt my skin warming as he rounded the other breast untouched by wax. He swirled the cube around my nipple and I moaned, tugging against my restraints, writhing from the sensation. It was melting…I was melting, disintegrating into a puddle at his feet.

A slave to desire. A slave to him.

The icy temperature turned my nipple into a tingling, ultra-sensitive thing and he leaned in, holding it still as his lips gripped mine. The fire inside took over as he breathed in my moans.

The icy trail descended toward my g-string and I hissed when I realized the final destination of that shivering cold cube. I was burning up with need, sure it would fade at any moment, but he kept going. The ice sent cool flashes through me, making me gasp as it breathed into my intimate folds. He wasn’t, he couldn’t...oh but he did. The world spun--beautiful, maddening and breathtaking as the ice cube lingered on my clitoris.

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