Page 23 of Thick

"You ready, darling girl?" Kaz asks me as he moves closer with his hot candle.

"Yes, please!"

The first drop of wax lands on my chest, just above the bra line. I let out a soft hiss of pained pleasure as the hot burn courses through my system.

Another drop soon joins the first, and before I know what's going on, I have a beautiful pattern dripped out across my chest.

The cold air in the apartment makes quick work of hardening the wax, and while all I'm doing is lying there, it's easy enough to keep still. But Brennan hasn't started his fun yet, and I justknowit isn't going to remain this easy.

"How's she doing, husband-mine?" Brennan asks conversationally. “Can I join in yet?"

Kaz's brilliant white smile lights up the room before he answers. "Heck, yes. What have you got?"

His laughter rings out as he sees what Brennan holds up, but as I'm bound and unable to move, I can't adjust my position to get a good look at what he has.

Unfortunately for me, I don't have to wait long to find out.

Because what does the asshole have for me?

A fluffing white feather.

thirteen

Cave Diving

Zelda

Exquisite torture.

That's the only way to describe it. The soft feather's deliberate yet barely there touch on my exposed skin. Brennan and Kaz have left the wax to harden where it landed, and the skin underneath is sensitive and screaming for attention. The gentle tickle of the white torture implement is just about all I can take. Each soft swipe of the feather against my side or the soles of my feet has me biting down on my lip to stop myself from moving.

"Look at her, pooky-bum," Brennan coos. "Such a good little girl, obeying our orders. Can you imagine anyone else being as perfect for us as she is?"

My body flushes with heat from the praise of his words. Again, I have to suppress my natural reactions as Kaz takes control ofthe feather and carefully trails it down the wax pattern on my chest. The entire time they've played with me, both men have littered me with praise and sweet, syrupy words. So much so that my cunny—what the heck are these men doing to me?—is sopping wet and begging to be played with.

But I know I won't get my way until they're done with their game. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kaz finally lands on an exceptionally ticklish spot between my toes, and a shiver I'm unable to control runs through me. The beautiful portrait of wax on my chest cracks at the movement, and Brennan tuts in mock disappointment.

"You have to be still, gorgeous. You can't ruin our masterpiece now," he warns before holding out the candle over the cracks and drip, drip, dripping a replacement layer over it.

"How are you doing, sweetums?" Kaz kneels over me and kisses my lips warmly before looking me in the eyes, waiting for my answer.

"Good," my husky voice responds. "So good, Sir. Don't stop."

This is more than anything I've ever dreamed of. My Daddies have taken my fantasies and my wishes and brought them to life.

"Your colour?" Brennan queries.

"Green!"

Both men chuckle at my eager response before they continue with their torture. Somehow, the one blasted white feather has multiplied, and both men now hold one, each of them doing their best to illicit a reaction out of me.

And the longer they try, the higher I start to fly. Each caress is like a fluffy white cloud brushing up against my skin; before I know it, I'm floating.

I can feel their light touches on my inner thighs now, but staying still and being good for my Daddies is the easiest thing in the world. This is what they want from me, so this is what they will get.

Two deep voices murmur in the background as stronger touches slowly bring me back down to earth. Fingers now trail the same patterns over my skin, following the treasure map the candles left behind on my body.

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