Page 22 of Please Hate Me

“You won’t. My Princess is averygood girl. This means you’ll do anything to see me happy. And making you stay like this...“ he trailed off as he inched around, rubbing my stomach before climbing to my breasts, squeezing them tightly and toying with my nipples, “...makes meveryhappy.”

Sebastian blessed me with a kiss on the shoulder before scooping me into his arms. I choked on a breath as I wrapped my legs around his waist, his lips meeting mine in another fiery onslaught of kisses. I was so distracted that I didn’t notice we were moving until he slid me onto the swing, placing my feet inthe stirrups and guiding my hands to the grips. I whimpered as the strap pressed itself into my ass.

Sebastian’s gaze devoured me as he stood between my legs. I was aching for him, eager to feel whatever he had to offer me.

“I almost forgot,” he mused, reaching into his box once more.

This time, he pulled out a scarlet candle and a small lighter. My legs twitched each time he clicked the lighter, but they settled as a bright flame sprung forward. Sebastian took his time lighting the candle, letting a pearl of wax fall onto his wrist to check the temperature before he dared to bring it anywhere near me.

The heat from the fire warmed my cheek as he tilted the wax cylinder over my chest. I gasped as the first few drops fell and rolled between my breasts. Sebastian’s gaze intently followed the path of each droplet, but after a while, his attention drifted lower.

His fingers suddenly slipped into my core. I moaned, unable to deny the pleasure washing over me. His thumb moved in slow circles around my clit as he explored me.

I was dizzy with ecstasy by the time he withdrew. He placed his fingers inside his mouth, cleansing himself of me. But, while he was savoring the way I tasted on his skin, I was trembling, my pussy throbbing, desperate for release.

“Seb, don’t make me wait.”

His icy gaze bore into mine.

“I don’t want to, but you’re being loud, Princess.” His attention flitted between me and the base of the candle before he focused on my lips.

“Open.”

My stomach flipped.

“Why do you need me to–”

My sentence was cut short as he shoved the candle between my lips. Soft wax molded into my clenched teeth. I looked down,and a stream of wax escaped, pouring onto my stomach and rolling back toward my cleavage. I moaned and tipped my head back, stopping the flow.

“There we go,” Sebastian husked. “Keep quiet and keep still, or else you’re going to be a beautiful, waxy mess, my treasure.”

I kept my eyes open and focused on the ceiling, but my vision had hazed over. I was drunk on my own pleasure. The feeling only intensified as Sebastian plunged into me.

When we first had sex, I had thought the piercings on his shaft were odd. But at some point, I had grown to like them. The sterling balls rubbed me in all the right ways. Each thrust brought me closer and closer to ecstasy as I fought to keep my head up.

Sebastian’s hands, now free, dug into my hips, pulling me closer to him each time his tip explored deeper, and I swore I would melt if he kept this up.

Of course, I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself. There was a shake in Sebastian’s grip, one that worsened with every thrust. A loud grunt escaped from deep within his throat as wave after wave of hot cum filled every inch of me. When he pulled back, he was gasping for air, and I could no longer see him. I didn’t want to look down and risk coating myself in the wax.

He panted as he fiddled with me once more. This time it wasn’t a finger or his cock teasing me—it was the stud that penetrated his tongue. He used the metal to circle my clit, and I struggled to breathe as pleasure threatened to consume me. With each passing moment, my chest grew tighter and my knees weaker.

Eventually, I could no longer resist. My mouth fell open, and the candle tumbled to the ground, the flame extinguishing itself in the fall. My vision faded to black as I came undone.

When my senses returned to me, Sebastian was scraping the pearls of wax from my skin with the edge of a credit card. I stared him down, breathing raggedly. My knees were so weak that evenif I could get out of the swing on my own, I wouldn’t have been able to stand.

“Come on, Princess. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”

Sebastian did most of the work getting the sweat and wax off my body, then lent me a shirt and helped me to the couch with an ice-cold bottle of water. He offered me an electrolyte packet, too, but I waved him off, imploring him to go shower in peace.

As I sat under the synthetic blue glow of the living room’s LEDs, the gross, nauseous feeling that came with hunger started to creep in. I had no idea how to tell Sebastian I needed to eat again. What an embarrassment I was, stuffing my face any time I was left to my own devices.

I stared at the dark screen of the TV, lost in my ruminations, until a knock came at the front door.

“Princess, can you get that?” Sebastian called over the sound of running water.

I would truly rather not, but what the fuck was I going to tell him?No, answer the door while naked and wet? I pushed myself up with a sigh, resting my hand on my stomach as I bridged the small gap between the couch and the front door.

The knocking came again, and I fully braced myself to greet Sophia. She’d been over the moon when I walked into the house earlier. Immediately she tried to wrap me into a conversation, but I squeaked something about being exhausted before escaping up the stairs. Honestly, I was surprised she left me alone this long. I straightened my shoulders as I pulled the door open.

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