Page 55 of Savage Game
Now, her mind went racing in an entirely different direction. What was he planning? And why the extra shaving and Aloe Vera? Wasn’t that ointment for sunburns?
She sure hoped his plan didn’t include putting her in a solarium. She was so not a fan of tanning.
With somewhat shaking hands, she untucked her shirt from her skirt and whipped the stretchy material over her head. Despite her nervous anticipation, or maybe because of it, her breasts were already heavy and sensitive, and her nipples beaded into tight points. As she slid her hands over her body and into the waistband of her skirt, the trembling of her fingers increased. She longed to move her hands to the apex of her thighs and stroke one out. Instead, she dropped the skirt and her panties at once and stepped out of her pumps. The promise of the delayed gratification made her blood hum in her veins.
On the counter in the bathroom, she found the Aloe Vera, a pink disposable razor, and feminine shaving cream. His distinctive footfall in the adjacent bedroom spurred her into action.
Lighting the candle, the flame flickered in the draft from the bathroom and Byron resisted the urge to turn. He finished his preparations and mentally went over the scene he planned. Satisfied with his effort, he turned.
Kneeling with her knees spread wide, head down, and hands with the palms up resting on her knees, Charlotte was the epitome of a submissive woman and exuded femininity and seduction.
He ran his gaze over her creamy skin, and it amazed him what a difference a few weeks made. Now her blonde hair was full and gleaming and hanging freely around her shoulders, her skin was unblemished, and her curves were alluring. But not only had her physical appearance improved over the weeks, but her mental state and self-esteem had grown as well. The combination turned her into a beautiful, irresistible package.
“Look at me.”
Without hesitation, she tipped back her head and their gazes collided. She was sexy and beautiful, and she realized it now.
Byron stepped aside to let her take in the prepared scene area. “What do you think tonight’s scene will be?”
She cocked her head and a little crease appeared between her eyebrows. His lips twitched and he held back the smile.
“Um, if you were a mafioso, I’d say you’re done with me.” She fixed her gaze on the plastic sheet covering the bed.
The tension keeping his stomach knotted unleashed, and Byron threw back his head and roared. He hadn’t laughed like this in a very long time. Talk about a vivid imagination!
When he quieted down and looked at his submissive, her eyes were still on him, and they danced with laughter. “It’s good to know you have a creative mind, it makes scenes all the more fun.” Still grinning, he motioned to the burning candle. “Any ideas about the candles?”
“Um, torch my dead body.” She shook her head and turned serious. “I’m afraid wax play isn’t making wax sculptures, is it?”
What? His eyebrows pulled up. “Um, no, it isn’t.”
Her gaze now landed on the fire extinguisher. “And I suspect you haven’t lit candles to create a romantic ambiance.”
He grinned, offered a, “Nope,” and patted the covered mattress. Charlotte pleased him greatly when she immediately rose and climbed on the bed. He bent to brush a kiss over her lips. “I appreciate your trust.”
“Oh, I trust you all right.” Nevertheless, she licked her lips and gave the burning candle a worried glance.
“Like with many BDSM play, wax play is about trust and letting go of the control. Hot wax can feel wonderful against your skin and can burn as well. It’s up to the Dom what you’ll receive.”
She nodded. “But I have my safeword, right?”
“You will always have a safeword with me, kitten.” He paused before he added, “In fact, I’m going to give you a choice today. Do you want me to bind you, or do you prefer to keep still yourself?”
She chewed her lip, and her eyebrows puckered in concentration. “I think it will be easier to keep still when bound, Sir.”
“It certainly will.” He dipped his head and studied her face. “Bindings it is.”
After pulling the cuffs from under the mattress and buckling them around her wrists and ankles, he kneeled beside the bed and leaned on his forearm beside her head. Her eyelids fluttered close, and her lips parted on a gentle sigh. She loved being in his bindings. He stroked a fingertip over the soft skin between her elbow and shoulder. “I love having you bound and open for me.” He circled in a figure-eight pattern around her breasts. “I love how I can touch you, any way and anywhere I want to.” He swooped down and took her mouth in a long hard kiss that had her panting and him longing for more. But they needed the connection from a little play first.
Byron pulled back and checked the candles. Earlier, he selected red, black, and white soy candles and looked forward to creating some art on the most beautiful canvas he’d ever laid his eyes upon.
After their time together, Byron knew Charlotte’s pain tolerance, and although he’d used these candles before, he tried some on the inside of his wrist to make sure the temp would be bearable for her.
He noticed her stunning emerald orbs on him. “Ready?”
Her gaze didn’t waver.
To compare her eyes with gemstones was wrong, though. Although emeralds were beautiful, they were also hard and cold, but her eyes were warm and gleamed with affection and love.
