Page 55 of Fatal Attraction

I started to shake my head, call this whole thing off because this was fucking insane and a little too hardcore even for my tastes in sex.

But Phoenix’s pleading, “Please,” sang through the air, and although I didn’t like it, not one fucking bit, I willingly dropped on my knees, my body shaking as I waited for further instructions.

“You know what to do.”

I glowered at Spike, but nodded, knowing exactly what was expected of me. I grasped Phoenix’s cock and slithered my tongue around the head before deep throating him down to his balls, working him in a rhythm that had his eyes rolling back. Spike moved closer to Phoenix’s ear, whispering something I couldn’t hear. He nodded in response, and I jumped, accidentally scraping my teeth against his shaft when Spike slung his arm back and hit him a second time with the flogger.

I began to cry when little angry welts began sprouting along his flesh.

I pulled back, sucking away the pre-cum leaking out, hoping it would help ease his pain. I blinked through my own tears as Phoenix demanded to be hit again, and I immediately voiced my protest, shaking my head as I jumped to my feet.

“That’s enough!”

I just couldn’t understand how being struck like that could’ve possibly brought him any sense of pleasure. Either of them.

“Please,” I begged more to Spike than Phoenix. “No more. I-I can’t—”

“Get a candle,” Phoenix cut me off, nudging what he could of his head at Spike. “Let her take control.”

I scoffed, my anger rising as Spike bowed his head and disappeared behind the wheel. I walked up to Phoenix and firmly cupped his face in my hands, tears shimmering in my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry,” he replied, frowning at me. “I didn’t mean for this to upset you.”

“How can you enjoy being hit like that?”

“Ready,” said Spike, who rounded the wheel with a lit candle wrapped around his fingers, wearing a smirk I was about two seconds away from slapping off his face.

“Give it to her.”

“What?” I stepped back, shaking my head when Spike offered it to me.

“Candle wax play,” Spike said after a moment. “You ever tried it before?”

“Fuck no.” Now I was certain they both had seriously lost their goddamn minds.

“Try it for me,” said Phoenix. “I know it may seem barbaric, but I promise it’s not what you think. Just trust me.Please.”

I had to be just as crazy as them, because for reasons I couldn’t dare take the time to fathom, I agreed, deciding I’d at least give it a try.

But I was not, under any circumstances, getting struck by one of those goddamn whips, and I saidso.

Spike chuckled softly and then moved closer to me, taking a minute to swirl around what little wax had melted down in the candle.

“Are you ready?”

I didn’t answer. I just drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes, waiting.

And then the wax landed on my shoulder.

I flinched, surprised at how insanely good the heat felt against my skin. Another drop landed on my other shoulder, and my head reactively tipped back as a whispering moan escaped my lips.

Something was seriously wrong with me.

“That’s all you have to do,” said Phoenix, who was smiling when I opened my eyes. “So, what do you say?”

“I-I don’t want to hurt you.”

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