Page 56 of Savage Game
Yes, love!
“I can’t believe the stuff I let you do.” She dropped her head back on the pillow with a dramatic sigh. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
“If you don’t like the wax, we’ll stop, but I have a notion you might enjoy this.” Experimentally, he drizzled a red line on her upper leg, starting at her knee and moving to her hip.
Letting out a gasp, Charlotte stiffened and then relaxed.
“Well?”
“That’s actually nice.”
He pried the wax from her leg and inspected the spot. It pleased him that her skin had only slightly pinkened underneath. “Since certain parts of your body are more sensitive than others”—he lifted the candle high in the air above her breasts—“I’m going to ask you throughout the play about your comfort level. But now”—he gave her a devious grin—“we play.”
Almost an hour later, Byron surveyed the streaks of red, black, and white against creamy skin. Charlotte was deep into subspace and still spread-eagled on the bed.
He himself was hyperaware of every moan and wiggle he elicited from her and was firmly in top space.
Where impact play could be a struggle for him between not doling out more pain than he was comfortable with and still giving enough to send his submissive flying, wax play always fulfilled both needs. That more than made up for the mess in his opinion.
The control it gave was one of the reasons wax play ranked high on his favorite activities list.
Depending on the submissive’s needs, he could intensify the sensation by pouring the wax from near the skin or weaken the heat by giving the wax more time to cool by pouring it from farther away.
An added benefit for him was how applying layer upon layers of wax onto a human canvas created an attractive sight; plus, it was fun to do as well.
Byron unbuckled the cuffs and joined Charlotte on the bed. Drowsily, she snuggled into him, and he massaged her shoulders and arms.
After pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he whispered, “How are you feeling?”
A soft smile curved her lips. “Wonderful. Just… lovely.” She stroked his chest in a soothing rhythm. “You?”
He hummed his satisfaction. “Great, too.” How this abused woman could trust him and love him enough to submit never ceased to amaze him. His arm around her shoulder tightened. “You are an amazing woman, Kittycat. One of the bravest and strongest persons I’ve ever met. More than that, you make me braver and stronger as well.”
She tipped back her head and stared up at him. “I do?”
Unable to resist, he kissed her upturned lips. “Hmhm, you do. How can I not trust you with my past, when you show me every single day complete openness and vulnerability?”
“Oh.” She sighed, snuggled against his chest again, and confided, “I never considered it in such a way, but this makes sense to me.”
They sat for a while without speaking.
“What do you think of the wax?”
“I didn’t expect the hot wax to be so pleasurable”—she peered down her body—“or look so beautiful. Did you enjoy it?”
“What’s not to enjoy?” He grinned. “Even better, we still have part of the scene left.”
The crease between her eyebrows appeared. “We do?”
“Yup.” He rolled her onto her back and took his old Amex Black Card from the nightstand. “Now you’re going to experience the sensation of having the wax peeled off.”
25
Day Twenty-Five
The following morning, Byron made love to his Kittycat as soon as she was awake. His movements slow and deliberate, his hands careful and gentle, and his mouth soft and tender, he stroked in and out of her. She was so warm and slick around him. When her inner muscles began to flutter around him, he licked the pad of his index finger and sought to bring her to pleasure before exploding inside her.
Still panting, he nuzzled her neck and warmth rushed through him as she curled her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. His crushing weight on top of her didn’t seem to bother Charlotte in the least.
